Supernatural Demigods-Book 2

Chapter XXIII-Dean

Dean was seriously starting to question his life choices when his back met with the ground, Percy's sword pointing at his throat. He groaned as Percy laughed, thankfully removing the blade away from him. "You okay, old man?"

Dean slowly pulled himself up to his feet, picking up his sword with reluctance. "Shut up, Nemo," he growled as he stretched out his back.

He heard Sam walk in. "Okay, so remind me how times Percy has beaten your ass today?" His little brother chuckled.

Dean made a face and flipped him off, making Sam and Percy laugh even more. "Best two out of three?" Dean proposed. Percy shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. I'll even go easy on you," he added, smiling innocently. Dean just gave him a deadpanned look, settling into a battle stance.

Then he got an idea.

"No swords," he challenged, tossing his sword aside before raising his fists. "Just hand-to-hand combat."

Percy casted a glance to Sam, who shrugged his shoulders in response. Percy looked between his sword and Dean's raised fists and back again. He nodded and capped his sword and placed it in his pocket. "Sure, hand-to-hand. Why not?"

Percy mirrored Dean's stance and nodded to Sam. "Call it."

Sam counted down. "Three..."

"Scared, Jackson?" Dean smirked as he and Percy circled each other.

"You wish," Percy called back, a teasing light shining in his eyes.

"Two..."

"You're going down, Nemo," Dean playfully threatened.

"One..."

"In your dreams, Losechester," Percy replied, then cringed at what he said. "Sorry, bad pun."

"Fight!"

Dean threw the first punch at Percy's jaw. The demigod dodged the throw and backed up a few steps, a slight bounce to his feet. Dean followed.

Percy threw an uppercut, but Dean blocked it. The two exchanged punches and kicks for a couple of minutes, but neither were getting a good hit in.

A few punches later, Dean feinted to the left, which Percy fell for, making him an open target for the older hunter. He kicked him in the side and Percy promptly crumpled to the ground.

Dean stood above him for a second. "Who's the old man, now?" He grinned, turning towards Sam.

His little brother shook his head. "Why do I have you as an older brother?" Dean heard his younger sibling mutter.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Because that's life, bitch."

Sam scoffed, which made Dean smile.

He turned back to Percy, who was still hasn't gotten up yet. "Percy?" Dean moved closer to the demigod. "You alright?"

Percy didn't answer.

"Shit," Dean cursed, kneeling next to Percy. He gently placed a hand on Percy's back. "Percy?"

 The next thing Dean knew was that he was on ground and Percy was on top of him, a smug smile on his smug little face.

"Pinned ya," the kid joked. The little bitch had the nerve to smirk at him!

"Get off," Dean grumbled, shoving Percy off him. Percy laughed as he landed next to him.

"Best three out of five?" Percy innocently asked.

Dean just glared at him in reply.

The kid shrugged, still grinning. "Your call, man." He got up and turned to Sam. "How about you, Sam? Wanna fight me?"