"You know," Dean started as the three of them got out of the Impala and started walking towards an apartment involved with their newest case, dressed like alarm company employees, "I've gotta say dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork."
He smiled as he turned to Sam, "What was that play that you did? What was it—Our Town. Yeah, you were good. It was cute."
"An actor?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "Should I get an autograph before he's famous, Dean?"
"You might just wanna," Dean nodded with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Look, you wanna pull this off or not?"
"I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean told him.
"Whose?"
The eldest Winchester glared. "Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?"
"That's where your money comes from?" Percy asked.
He was ignored.
*****
"Thanks for lettin' us look around," Sam told the landlord as they entered the apartment.
She shrugged as the three men looked around the room. Right off the bat, the door lock was broken, and there were splotches of blood on the living room carpet. "Well, the police said they were done with the place, so...You guys said you were with the alarm company?"
"That's right," Sam nodded.
"Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man," she said. Dean stifled a laugh and earned himself an elbow to the ribs from Percy for it.
"Well, that's why we're here," Dean put on a fake smile, giving Percy a warning look. "To see what went wrong and stop it from happening again."
Sam glared at them both. "Now, ma'am, you found the body right after it happened?
"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called—she hadn't shown up. I knocked on the door," her nose scrunched, "That's when I noticed the smell."
"Any windows open? Any sign of break-in?" Dean asked.
She shook her head. "No, windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in."
"And the alarm was still on?"
"Like I said," she looked unimpressed, "bang-up job your company's doin'."
Dean hummed in agreement. "You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?"
"Everything was in perfect condition," she said, "except Meredith. Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whackjob. But I tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it."
The three of them exchanged a look, and Percy was proud to say he finally understood a silent Winchester conversation. Sam spoke up first, "Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?"
"Oh, well, go right ahead," she waved her arms nonsensically. "Knock yourselves out."
She left them alone, and not even a minute later, Dean dropped his fake toolbox on the coffee table and took out his EMF detector. He handed it to Percy. "Here, ghost hunting training. Go find a ghost."
"I hate you," Percy told him but took the reader nonetheless.
"So, a killer walks in and out of the apartment—no weapons, no prints, nothin'," Dean summarized.
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Demons, Demigods, and Winchesters (Supernatural/Percy Jackson)
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