Supernatural Demigods-Book 2

Chapter V-Sam

To say Sam was shocked was an understatement. He was dumbfounded, unable to say anything, not even a thank you in return. This teen, this demigod, has some interesting things up his sleeve that not even Sam can begin to comprehend.

He felt tears forming in his eyes, but why? It's not like anyone had the liberty to thank him or his brother for what they've done in the past.

But maybe that's just it, a small part of Sam thought. Maybe Percy  knew how we feel because our lifestyles are so similar.

Sam cleared his throat before turning his head to look at his brother. Dean just stood there, staring at the spot where Percy had just been. He caught Sam's gaze and slowly came over to him, until Sam could feel his brother's shoulder brushing his.

"You okay?" Dean asked, after the initial shock was over, studying the bathroom door that held one demigod who had left them dumbstruck.

Sam took a deep breath, and rubbed his hand over his face. He watched as Percy came out of the bathroom and went straight for his bed, falling onto it as soon as he was close enough and fell asleep right as his head hit the pillow.

Sam waited a few seconds to make sure that the demigod really was asleep before answering his big brother's question. "Yeah."

Dean nodded, staring at the sleeping teen. "That kid is just full of surprises today, isn't he?"

Sam nodded in reply, mentally agreeing with his sibling. He never thought that Percy, of all people, would thank them, even though they never told him about their past mistakes.

He slowly went over to his bed and sat down, feeling numb. "He-he was the first person to thank us," Sam softly said as though not to disturb the sleeping demigod on the other bed. "We barely told him our story, yet he still thanked us."

"He thanked you, dude," Dean corrected. "Not me."

Sam wanted to protest, but meeting his brother's gaze, he kept quiet. He didn't deserve all the credit, though. He had help from his brother and Bobby, all of which he wouldn't even had come as far as he did.

He sighed and laid down on the bed, pulling the covers over him.

"Goodnight, Sammy," Dean quietly said, as he lifted Percy to where the kid wouldn't have a crick in his neck the next day, then moved to the couch.

"Goodnight, Dean." Sam turned off the lights, then turned his head to look at the sleeping form of Percy on the other bed. "Goodnight, Percy," he whispered. Then he, too, fell under the dark abyss of sleep.

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Sam woke with a start. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. 4:06 in the morning. He ran a hand through his hair and sat up, wondering what it was that had woken him.

He saw Dean's silhouette on the couch, fast asleep. It wasn't Dean who had woken him, so who was it?

Sam looked over to the bed beside him and jumped out of his bed, racing towards Percy. The demigod was thrashing around in his sleep, mumbling incoherent nonsense under his breath.

Sam wasn't sure what to do. He stood by the side of the bed, then carefully placed a hand on the teen's shoulder.

He gently shook him. "Percy," he whispered.

Nothing happened.

Sam shook him a bit harder. "Percy, wake up," he repeated, louder this time.

Again, nothing happened.