I'm a Monster Hunter (Supernatural x Heroes of Olympus)

CHPT1: What Now?

Leo's POV:

I sat at a very nice cafe table drinking coffee to stave off the cold of approaching winter. The sky was steely gray with the promise of rain. Wind blew bitterly through the streets, but I didn't feel a thing.

It had been almost four months since Gaia's death. I'd rescued Calypso and then promptly lost her because she couldn't handle the culture shock. She now lives with her father Atlas in San Francisco, cut off from civilization again. After that I went back to Camp Half-Blood, but when I saw how happy all my friends were, I couldn't just crash the party. Everyone would ask where Calypso was and I'd have to tell a sob story. No, they didn't need me back on their hands again.

On top of that something was wrong with me. Something I don't think they could help me with. Ever since I killed Gaia I've been colder at heart, angrier, wrathful even. Just strange. Some poor cyclops tried to eat me a couple months back... To say I was ruthless taking his life would be an understatement.

In this condition, I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't go back to my friends. I hate being feared or looked at like a monster and nothing, but that would happen if I went back. So now at sixteen, I was on my own, dead to the world and quite unsure as to what I should do. For now surviving was enough. Money wasn't a problem. All I had to do was touch a cash machine and it would throw everything it had at me. For shelter I stayed at crappy motels using the stolen cash to pay for it. Transportation? Easy: Festus. He was really helpful and probably the only thing keeping me sane. When I'm high above the clouds I feel nothing and all my troubles slip away. It's good to have someone to talk to as well. Still...

Standing up from my table, I began walking back to the motel. I wasn't paying much attention to my surrounding till I heard an anxious, almost impatient voice say, "Are you sure that was a demon? Dean, she seemed more like an empousai to me."

I whirled around to find a giant brown haired fellow and a blond man in plaid shirts, jeans, and old leather jackets were talking conspiratorially in the middle of the side walk.

"I don't know Sammy," The blond said to Sammy? "All I know is that thing isn't human and it's eating people. So either it's angelic or demonic and I'm not sure I want to find out."

"So what, Dean?" Sammy asked. "Shoot it with rock salt? Hit it with an angel blade? Whack it with a fire poker?"

"Whoa!" I stepped into the conversation. "I don't know if you guys are half-bloods, high, or crazy, but don't hit an empousai with a fire poker or rock salt, you will surely die. That angel blade sounds promising, but the sure-fire method of killing an empousai is Celestial Bronze or Imperial Gold, but I doubt you have any of that. So good luck? And good day."

I turned and began walking away before they could react. Idiots. Rock salt? What would that work on? And a fire poker? They must have a death wish.

"Hey hang on," The blond, Dean, yelled after me as they ran to catch up.

"Good day usually means good bye, leave me alone. Ya know?" I sassed.

"Yeah whatever," Dean grabbed the front of my jacket to stop me. "Are you a hunter?"

"A hunter? My friend is vegetarian," I yanked myself free.

"No, not that kind of hunter," Sammy shook his head. "Do you hunt monsters?"

"Yes," I responded with an edge. "When they come around. Don't usually go looking for trouble."

"But you know how to kill this empousai?" Dean pressed.

"If it is one," I shot back. These two were trying my nerves.

"She looked normal, but walked with a limp and her leg sounded like it was made of metal," Sammy described.