Deadly

V: Bail Me Out

Hola, dear readers! And I'm sorry that this is a bit (oh sorry,very) late. This year is just so stressful. *whispers* I wanna go to a Comic-con.

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

So listen up,
I know I'm out of line,
Just settle down,
You know it's gonna be alright,
Please come around and get,
Get me out of here,
Just take me far away,
I really wanna disappear

Would ya,
Bail me out if I need it,
(Oh oh oh oh)
Help me down, would you catch me when I fall,
Another night I'm out here wasted,
Another night you've gotta take my call

~Bail Me Out, All Time Low

Chapter 5: Bail Me Out

Dean's shoulders were tense as they ran through the thick trees, not from exertion, but from something else completely.

Percy was smart enough to keep his silence about the angel and followed the hunter, whose pace was faster than normal.

His heart sank as there wasn't still any flash of brightness in any part of the forest.

Cas hadn't make it.

The demigod was tempted to ask where they would go and what would they do in the middle of the forest when they burst through a clearing.

There was a cleanly set-up tent, so clearly human that Percy had to blink, startled. As they watched, panting, the zipper opened, and out came a boy holding a flashlight. "Hello?" He looked around nervously. "Hello?"

Dean started to come closer to the man, and sent a silent glare at the demigod. Percy just watched as the boy chuckled uneasily. "It was a deer. I don't know," he said, turning around, "it was like a deer or some-" He jumped and turned back around, swinging his flashlight, when a twig snapped. "Woah!"

The light shone on Dean, and it was the moment Percy realized how filthy they were compared to the man in front of him. "Where am I?" asked Dean in a low voice.

"W-"

A girl came out warily, and Dean whipped out a gun so fast, that it had the girl scrambling behind the boy, and scared the hell of the boy. "Hey, hey," he said, panicking, stepping back from the gun.

"Where's the road?" demanded the hunter, still pointing the gun on the two. Percy had half a mind to disarm him, but the hunter wasn't shooting. Yet.

"Twelve miles that way," said the boy quickly and shakily, pointing to his right.

The hunter glanced down, saw the bag, and sent the demigod a wordless communication. Then he slowly went down to the bag, and when he touched it, he ran, Percy close to his heels.

The boy gave a half-terrified, half-indignant shout behind them, but made no move to follow the two.

Two days later, hunter and demigod stood side to side, enjoying the last rays of the warm sun.

"What are you doing now?" asked Dean, glancing at the demigod, crisp and clean. Contrary to what his state was just hours ago.

Thankfully, the bag Dean stole was full of cash enough for the both of them. The hunter was heading to Louisiana to raise a vampire, but he didn't know what the demigod would do.