Blood Brothers (Supernatural/Percy Jackson Crossover)

Life as a Winchester is Hard

The newly minted Winchester seemed to fit right in, but as Sam and Dean grew older they would take turns with who would stay home with Percy. By the time Percy was seven he was a wound-up energy-full child who didn't sit still. Somehow, Percy still managed to impress John with his natural hunting abilities. The one time they took him with them, Percy was quiet, still, and had this natural predator look in his eyes. It scared his older brothers, mostly because they didn't want the same life for their little brother. Especially when he was so full of life, they didn't want that destroyed by the burden that it was to be a hunter. 

It didn't matter though, this what happens when you're a Winchester. You fight or you die. Sink or swim. It was hard, but they soon got used to it and would go out of there way to keep Percy out of the line of fire.

Still, nothing prepared for when Sam left. He just was gone, and it crushed Percy and Dean. They didn't know what to do, except pretend it didn't happen till they were alone together. Percy quickly learned to not mention Sam in front of John because it only seemed to make him angry. Percy remembers the first time he talked to Sam after he had left.

Percy's Pov

I was home alone, well not actually home. I didn't have a real house, but that's not the point. I was sitting in the hotel room building a fort out of the blocks Dean got me when the phone rang. I jumped up, hoping that it was Dean or Dad.

"Hello, Dean!? Dad!?" I yelled through the phone.

"Percy? Dean said I could reach you here, its Sam, buddy. How's it going?" I almost dropped the phone, I was so surprised to hear his voice.

"Sam? SAM! Where are you? When are you coming home? I miss you, so does Dean even though he's being too macho to say so. Dad does too, but he gets angry about it. Sam?" I could hear Sam laughing on the other end, I was confused.  I was being serious, I didn't know why he was laughing.

"You haven't changed a bit. I don't think I'm coming back, bud. I'm in school. I'm going to become a lawyer, remember when I told you that's what I wanted to be when I grew up?" He was doing that thing where he talks to me as if I am three.

"Sam, I'm not two, you can talk normally. Yes, I remember when you told me that. You said it was a useless fantasy." I sat down on the rough carpet and began picking at the loose pieces.

He laughed again, "Man, do I miss your sarcastic-sass mouth. Does Dad still get angry about it?" I laughed this time.

"Yep, every time. Dean told me I should stop," he laughed again, a long laugh, "Sammy are you really not coming home? I miss you," I said sadly as I picked at a particularly big piece of carpet. He sighed, he wasn't laughing now.

"No, buddy. I can't live that way anymore. I want to be normal and go to college. Because, Perce, you can be anything you want. You don't have to do what Dad and Dean do, you can do what you want to do. Just remember that for me, buddy." 

I remember that conversation as if it had happened yesterday. It stuck with me for about three years, then Dad went missing. Sam came back, he and Dean went to go find Dad. They dropped me off at Bobby's. I was quite pissed they hadn't let me go, but then they came back saying Dad was dead. It was horrible. Sam was sad, and Dean was angry. I was upset. I lost my Dad, but I guess since I was only around ten at the time it didn't affect me like it did Sam and Dean. 

The next two years were brutal. Sam was killed and Dean sold his soul for Sam's life. A year later Dean was killed by hellhounds and was dragged to hell where he was for about four months when he mysteriously turned up completely fine. That was when we learned an Angel by the name of Castiel, had dragged him out. Yeah, life was weird for us, but we were all together again. I was happy I had my two brothers back, and life was starting to look up. Then, of course, it was destroyed when a demon by the name of Lilith started opening the sixty-six seals that would release Lucifer. That was when my life took a huge nose dive. 

Look, I never asked to be a half-blood. But, hey, it kinda just happened. I didn't know. I had no clue, not until I met Grover Underwood and my already flipped world was completely turned onto its back.  Still, if I'm going to tell you this story properly I might as well have a good introduction.

My name is Percy Winchester. 

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. 

Am I troubled kid? 

Yeah. You could say that.

My brothers, Sam and Dean, sent me here because they were busy saving the world from the apocalypse and as Dean said 'we don't have time to worry about our pesky little brother'
Aren't they just the sweetest? Those a-holes dumped me here while they get to fight monsters. Am I ticked? Yeah, something like that. Enough about my brothers. 

All this started happening when I accidentally vaporized my pre-algebra teacher. The thing is after that everyone acted as if Mrs. Dodds never even existed, I swear it was like  I was going crazy. Soon I just put it off that I did make it up, but the only problem with that was my best friend, Grover, was the worst liar ever. I knew he was lying about Mrs. Dodds. Then at the end of the year, I was, of course, kicked out of school or as the letter said 'Asked to not return next semester' bunch of bull if you ask me. I was angry Sam and Dean left me here in the first place. 

My mind had been focused on what I overheard Mr. Brunner and Grover saying about me. That was weird, they spoke about me as if I was in some kind of danger. I mean, I'm a trained Hunter, and a Winchester, of course, I was in danger! Yet, the way they spoke about it was as if I didn't know what was really happening. I was on the bus back to the city with Grover when the third weird thing happened. The bus broke down and we saw these weird ladies at a fruit stand, and Grover had been so twitchy after that. 

I still feel bad about what I did next. Sam and Dean told me to head to this cabin in Montauk where they would come get me in a day or two, but Grover had asked me to let him walk me home. I didn't know what to do! Grover didn't know about my life before Yancy Academy and there was no way I was going to tell him. Heck, he didn't even know my real last name! (Whenever Sam and Dean enroll me in a school they use my birth last name of Jackson, that way if anything happened to know them it wouldn't, ya know, kill me.)  He was nervous and twitchy enough not knowing about monsters, ghost, and demons. So, when we got off the bus and Grover went to the bathroom, I got a cab and high-tailed it out of there. I got the taxi to take me as far as it could. When it dropped me off on the side of the road, I was only about an hour and a half walk from the cabin. So, I hiked my backpack and duffle bag further up my shoulders and began walking. 

The strange thing was I felt as if someone or something was following me. I kept glancing behind me but nothing was there. I finally shook off the feeling and kept walking to the cabin. When I finally reached the beach cabin, I smiled as the salty sea air hit me. It was the most relaxing smell. I would love to live near the ocean and the beach. It felt so much like home for me it was incredible. I took deep breaths as I walked along the sandy sidewalk till I saw the furthermost hidden cabin in the area. I smiled remembering the summer where me, Sam and Dean spent an entire week and a half here. I never wanted to leave. I looked down at the white sand and smiled. I slipped off my shoes and socks, the sand squished between my toes. I chuckled to myself as I continued towards the cabin. I could feel the stormy air and knew it wasn't smart to be anywhere near the water. I slipped into the old cabin and began lighting the old oil lamps. I fell back onto one of the beds. I sighed in content. I still felt bad for leaving Grover, but it was for the best because apparently he and Mr. Brunner thought I was something or someone I was not. 

With that thought, I curled up in the big bed and inhaled the smell of sea air which stained the blankets. I slipped into a dream and nightmarish sleep, nothing new for me.