Supernatural Demigods-Book 2

Chapter VII-Dean

When Percy woke up again, Dean was sitting by his bedside, ready to give the kid another glass of water.

Sam fell back asleep sometime around 5 am, after Dean had promised that he would watch over the demigod and to wake Sam if anything extreme went down. Sam himself had wanted to stay up, but Dean rebuked the idea as soon as the words were beginning to form, saying that Sam "looked like crap and used all of his energy to cure those infected people."

What Dean didn't say was that he was worried about him. His brother looked for wear after the fiasco with Death and Dean wasn't sure what the hell had happened at that hospital. Sam didn't elaborate and Dean, for once, didn't push him. They were finally back on the same road, so to speak, and Dean didn't want to ruin that. It felt good to be back together, like the good old days when they were looking for their father.

And now since Dean's free from the Mark of Cain...

Dean was leaning back against his chair between Sam and Percy reading a gun magazine, when he heard a soft groan coming from Percy's bed. Dean sat up, and grabbed the cup he placed on the nightstand.

Without any kind of warning, Dean threw the water onto the kid, smirking when Percy spat out the water, waking up.

"What the Hades?" Percy spluttered, sitting up in the bed. Dean watched in awe as Percy dried himself, moving the remaining liquid back into the glass.

Dean whistled. "Damn. You weren't kidding when you said that you can control water."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Where were you when I healed your nose?"

Dean opened and closed his mouth like a fish before answering. "I was just...caught in the moment, worrying about you when you fainted."

Percy cheeks turned red and gave him a half-hearted glare. "I didn't faint. I passed out, there's a difference."

Dean bit his lip to keep him from smiling. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, kid."

Percy frowned at him. "Not a kid."

Dean shrugged. "I'm older than you, which makes you a kid."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Percy protested, but Dean saw a hint of a smile, a real one not the small ones Percy's been giving since they first met.

Percy looked over Dean's shoulder and his smile faded. "Is Sam alright?"

Dean glanced over at his brother and sighed, his mood fading along with Percy's smile. "Yeah, he's just...going through a rough patch right not."

Percy nodded in understanding. Dean looked Percy over. The kid was pale, but not so much as he was an hour ago. He was also thinner than expected, which raised Dean's radar, but other than that, the kid seemed fine.

Dean crossed over to Percy, so he could thoroughly check the kid's early morning injuries. Percy protested, but Dean was having none of it, lifting the demigod's shirt to see...no blood. The cut on his shoulder was gone, as was the bruising on his stomach from his ribs.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered. This kid sure was something. He was pretty sure that Percy was going to be the death of him someday.

"You say that a lot, you know," Percy randomly spoke up.

Dean looked up at him in confusion. "What?"

"'Son of a bitch!'" Percy mimicked him, and Dean had to admit, the kid was pretty good.

He stared at him, before huffing out a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I do."

The two boys fell into a comfortable silence. But Dean the kid was itching to tell him something.