Names have power. Castiel. An angel with an amount of secrets no divine had ever had a right to have. One who heard and acted so little, that when he did Nobody suspected the guardian. Percy Jackson was a name well-known; It was a name that invoked fear and one that made people feel safe. It was one that held power. And then she heard the name; Dean Winchester. And she knew at that moment, as soon as she heard the name which held such hidden power, that she would give even her true name to him. She feared it, but her fear she had to face. And so a bond was formed; a team. A helper and a protector. And then they met the guardian. The demigod veteran and now favoured mortal of all divine beings, a hunter. Known to the supernatural world for her hunting, known to the demons for her understanding and compassion, known to the angels for her loyalty, to other divines as a warrior and protector and to the Greeks and Romans as family. After the war with Gaea, Percy had taken it upon herself to help anyone whenever she could taking whatever missions any reliable source could give her. And so when she was given the task to protect the Winchesters, she couldn't refuse. No matter how much it terrified her that a certain blonde made her feel stronger than she had ever felt.