Percabeth/Supernatural AU

Percabeth/Supernatural

"Hi, Agent Elina Mottram," Annabeth said holding up her badge. "This is my partner, Agent Michael Phelps," she added giving a short nod at Percy. "We're here to investigate the theater suicides case, my supervisor called ahead."

"Oh yes," the woman said beckoning to a intern. "Tony, why don't you help the agents?" The intern shrugged.

"Right this way," he said sarcastically, holding out his arm.

"Yeah thanks," Annabeth muttered bitterly. They followed him into mortuary.

"This is the most recent." Annabeth coughed and murmured Christo. Tony didn't blink.

"'Excuse me," she said looking at the woman, black hair, blue eyes. Thin, but not skinny, average height from as far as she could tell.

"Yeah..later," Tony said, walking out of the mortuary."

"Not a demon, just an annoying teenager," Annabeth murmured.

"Didn't doubt it until you said it," Percy whispered. "How long have we been in this room?"

"Two minutes, why?"

"The clock said 12:36 when we came in, now it's-"

"1 pm, where's the logic in that?"

"Maybe it's nothing."

"In this business, it's always something," she moved away from the body. "Try and find similarities to the vics, I'll check out the clock." Annabeth felt uncomfortable touching the clock and she also knew Percy didn't like dead bodies, but if it was what she thought it was, then they were screwed, unless he was just following Annabeth, just trying to scare her. Demons did that. He couldn't possess Percy or her but he could to the police, which shooting wouldn't help, Annabeth had sworn never to kill anyone possessed again. Because it was futile, it may have stopped them for a few seconds, but it only killed the vessel, the demon was unharmed. He had had a thing for clocks.

She couldn't tell Percy, he was too inexperienced to understand.

"Slash wounds on their wrists. Deep," Percy said quietly, sadly.

"Sorry," Annabeth thought not daring to say it aloud. She solemnly walked over to the body he was standing by. "Anything else?"

"Not that I can see, you should look, you're better at this." Annabeth nodded once and smirked. The cuts on the man's wrists were...normal, just cuts.

Of course there were no such thing as "just cuts," unless you're cooking.

Percy looks at Annabeth.

"Let's go research back at the motel."

"Yeah, um...one of the victims lived with a boyfriend, I'll drop you off than do the research in the car because I want to go to the theater."

"To investigate or to see a play?"

"Little bit of both."

"This is a crappy apartment," Percy said raising an eyebrow at the dink small five story building with yellow, dirty, and greasy walls.

"Can't say I disagree, oh well, get out and "investigate," she said unlocking the car doors.

"I will," he said, hopping out of the car and straightening his suit, which made him look like a boy on Sunday who didn't want to wear the tie. Annabeth turned to the back where her yellow car mattress held her laptop.

'Saint George theater' Annabeth typed into the search box. "Okay, let's see the first."

Wow.

That is heartbreaking.