Deadly

I: Learn to Fly

Hiya, guys! I really really should go update my Avengers and Merlin crossovers, but I was kinda stuck in Supernatural. So for my better health 'cause I am going crazy in here with these ideas inside my head, I decided to make a new story. They're making me restless and there's an itch that won't go away. So I played with the idea of Purgatory, and how these two will meet. And finally settled into this, 'cause the first idea is totally unacceptable.

No need to be excited what will happen here. I have a fond thing of season rewrites, so this will be like a season rewrite of 8, 9 and possibly 10.

And, guys, I have a tumblr! It's lucipurrcasm. Look it up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Percy Jackson.

Now I'm looking to the sky to save me

Looking for a sign of life

Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I'm looking for a complication

Looking 'cause I'm tired of lying

Make my way back home when I learn to fly high.

~Learn to Fly, Foo Fighters

Chapter 1: Learn to Fly  

Percy's head whipped at the high-pitched scream, cursing in Ancient Greek for his bad luck. He spun around at the new-found demigod, Riptide uncapped and firmly clutched between his hands.

He really was grateful for the gods caring for their sons and daughters, but do they have to send demigods to retrieve them? Oh, well, the least he could do is help. Besides, Apollo was in deep trouble the last time he saw him up close, and the sun god was looking deeply perturbed when he called Percy personally for an errand to do: there's a demigod, his daughter, and Percy have to go to guide her to Camp Half-Blood.

At the time, Percy was ready to protest, and if the sun god wasn't looking too sunny and looked so weary, he might've. But the demigod only nodded and gave the sun god a half-smile. He only got a relieved nod in return.

So, no, he wasn't going to blame Apollo for this.

However, when he turned to confront whatever unfortunate thing decided to face them, because really, what monster he hadn't faced yet (not that he was bragging, it really was stressful) and lived, he faltered, jaw slack.

The monster holding the daughter of Apollo, Joanne, wasn't any of the Greek monsters he ever encountered. His luck had finally ran out. When Percy whirled around, a man had his arms curled around the girl. But when he suddenly transformed, it stopped Percy short.

The man's head tilted back, and his face shifted—the mouth widened, growing impossibly larger that it swallowed his whole face, teeth growing bigger sharper, and— was that two tongues, a forked tongue, or tentacles?—came out of the gaping mouth, lashing in the air.

It happened in less than a second.

The man's face shifted back to normal, grinning menacingly as he tightened his arms around the helpless girl. Joanne squeaked, hands flying involuntarily to the man's arms. "One step further, and I'll eat her," the man growled, bringing down his face besides Joanne's and blowing gently against her neck, making her shudder.