Wayward Demigods

'Huh. Perseus Jackson. Poor bastard can't be more than 20. Too young for this crap. But what about him Sammy?'
'Well, we're not doing any good just sitting around here. We could use another job.'
'What and you think this is our kind of gig? It's just a messed up kid man.'
Sam clicked on the profile and cleared his throat. 'I thought so too, but listen to this.'
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'So. Where were they all last seen?'
Sam rummaged through some hastily written notes. ' Uh, Jackson and Chase were spotted by a civilian at a marina on Montauk Lake...6 days ago.'
'A couple days' drive. Meet Baby outside in an hour?' Dean asked, standing up and brushing non-existent dust from his jeans.
Sam blinked. 'Oh. You wanna leave like now? Alright, let's go then.' He watched Dean walk away and sighed. The man was struggling. Between Castiel's absence, and a lack of hunting, he'd been practically twitching for the last two weeks. Hopefully a case would bring him back, especially this one. If there were two things that Dean excelled at, they were hunting, and becoming a temporary father figure to wayward kids.