Supernatural Demigods-Book 2

Chapter XX-Percy

 Percy felt like crap. And that's saying something.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling as though they weighed a hundred pounds. He moved his head to the right and came face to face with Dean.

Percy yelped and jerked back, only to fall off his bed and landing on something soft. He heard a muffled "humph" from beneath him and rolled off. Turns out, he fell on top of Sam.

"Oh gods," Percy panted. "Sorry, Sam."

Sam looked like he was in pain, but the younger brother waved the apology aside. "It's all good," he wheezed out. "You didn't break anything. I was about to get up anyways." Percy blushed in embarrassment and mumbled another apology.

"Percy?" Dean's voice asked somewhere above the two. Percy couldn't be sure, but he swore that the older sibling was trying to cover up his laughter. "Sam? You guys okay?"

"Yeah," Percy and Sam answered in unison. "Just peachy."

Percy got up and sat back on his bed and looked between a smirking Dean and a rattled Sam, rubbing the back of his neck. "Were you guys in my room the whole night?"

Sam picked himself up from the ground and stretched out the kinks from his neck. No doubt the floor was an uncomfortable place to sleep on.

"We just wanted to make sure you didn't have any more...dreams," Sam replied, sitting down on the edge of Percy's bed. "So, we decided to bunk in here for the night."

Percy nodded in understanding and turned to face the older Winchester. "So that's why I woke up to your ugly mug five inches away from my face," he accused.

Dean pretended to be offended. "Who you callin' ugly? Bitch, I'm beautiful!"

"Yeah." Sam coughed, covering up his smile. "Okay."

Dean, without giving his younger brother a glance, flipped him the bird, resulting in Percy and Sam laughing their heads off.

"Seriously though." Dean turned somber. "You doing okay, Percy?"

Percy sighed, his smile fading away. "Honestly? I'm holding on. Just wish these stupid nightmares would stop."

Sam nodded with sympathy shining in his eyes, as Dean stood up and headed towards the door.

"Breakfast will be in ten minutes, then later we gotta have a little chat," he called over his shoulder, making sure to catch Percy's eyes as he said the last part. Then he walked out.

Percy watched the retreating back of Dean Winchester until the echo of said Winchester's footsteps were long gone.

"Dean doesn't like to do the whole chick-flick thing," Sam's voice broke through Percy's thoughts.

Percy looked over at the younger Winchester and gave him a small smile. "I noticed."

He brought his gaze down to his lap. He couldn't stop thinking how useless he was to the Winchester brothers and his friends. Here he was, sitting in a guest room, more or less, with two people that he barely knew and who are helping him with his nightmares, whereas his friends were on their way to help him-and most likely to bring him home.

He was having nightmares about two archangels who are torturing him while he sleeps (would you even call it a nightmare?). Percy was beginning to feel like Jason during their quest to defeat Gaea. Minus the whole being-hit-in-the-head-with-a-brick thing.

Don't tell Jason that.

Percy felt like such a burden. He shouldn't even be bothering the Winchesters with his problems. This is something that he should do himself. That was part of the reason why he left on his own in the first place. But apparently, that plan didn't pan out that way at all.