A/N: So, its been a while. I've got a whole host of excuses like school, and marching band and pep band. But, you probably don't want to hear about those so, I have something much better. The next chapter!
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places that I mention below are mine. 😢Anyways....
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Sam POV
Sam was ready for this to be done. He wanted to find Jess's killer, and he wanted to kill them. Of course it would be hard to kill a demon, but Sam was craving revenge. Then there was his secret. He wondered how long he could keep up the pretense that he had been working so hard to build. But that was only part of it, the other part was right next to him.
"You can't do the interview with us!" Dean shouted, turning to face Percy
"Watch me!" Percy shouted right back.
"There's no way that you can come! Sam, back me up here." Dean responded, voice growing louder.
They were sitting, parked in, in the Impala. Dean hadn't even started the car yet.
"Percy, he's right. You don't even have formal clothes. Or a fake ID." Sam responded.
"Fine. After this though, we're getting me some. I don't like sitting on the sidelines." Percy responded, opening the door.
"You volunteered to!" Dean responded, causing Percy to slam the door closed. "Be careful."
"One time, to placate you! I didn't want to sit out. So, we're going to get me stuff so that I don't have to anymore. I don't care if you like it or if you don't" Percy gave a sarcastic half-smile and got out of the car.
Dean started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Can you believe her? Why'd you even become friends with that total and complete-"
"She wasn't always like that," Sam interrupted. "I mean she was kinda like that I suppose but not as extremely. You know?"
"I can't wait for us to be able to ditch her ass out on a road somewhere."
Sam sighed,"Dean she's not that bad." He was hoping that Dean would come to his senses, though his logic knew that it was a lost cause.
"Not that bad? Sam, she's hiding something, until I know what it is, I won't trust her." Dean replied, rolling his eyes.
Sam sighed,"Whatever Dean, just don't be a jerk alright? She won't tell you anything if she hates you."
Dean didn't reply, and Sam knew; Dean wasn't going to change his attitude. Sam sighed.
Percy POV
Percy Jackson was mad. She'd been more upset, of course, but that didn't discredit how she felt now. And now she was pissed. Percy was ready to go out and do stuff. Instead, she was stuck in an awful hotel room bored out of her mind, and pissed.
She glanced out the window again, only to find that the brothers had already pulled out. Percy turned back to the bed. The brothers' journal-thing was still sitting there. The journal. Percy got an idea.
"You don't want me on hunts because I'm to uneducated? I'll just have to learn then." With that Percy picked up the journal and started reading.
(A/N: That was an extremely short POV, wasn't it?)
Dean POV
Dean was still fuming nearly an hour later. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if he was fuming for the rest of his, probably short, life. The interview with Shawn had given them some information, which helped calm him down a bit, but he was still furious. That total son--daughter? Whatever.-- of a (Insert the word that we all know goes here.), Percy just had that effect on him. Then Sam defended her. So, yeah, Dean was pissed.
When he got back to the motel, things only got worse. Percy was flopped over on his bed reading his father's journal.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" Dean exploded, starting towards Percy.
Percy calmly looked up and rolled of the bed. "Learning. If I can't go because I don't know enough, than by Olympus, I'm going to learn,"
"That's our," Dean indicated to himself and Sam, "dad's journal. Our missing dad's journal!" Yeah, Dean was pissed. Again. Like mentioned before, Percy just had that ability.
Percy stood straighter, "Oh, sorry. I didn't know. I'll just look the stuff up." She sounded genuinely sorry, but Dean was mad, and it was hard to see that.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Sure, you're sorry. And you also have no secrets."
Percy looked taken aback. "I really didn't know Winchester!" Dean saw the look she sent Sam a look -a quick sorry 'bout that. "Excuse me for not reading the Winchester Family Weekly!"
"I mentioned that our dad was missing already! That was why I came!" Dean shouted back.
Percy rolled her eyes. "Di immortalis! I knew that. I didn't that that was his journal," Percy responded sitting at the table.
Sam stepped in, "It's cool Percy-"
"It's clearly not." Percy muttered under her breath.
"Percy." Sam said warningly.
"Sorry." Percy replied.
"Bull," Dean responded.
"Anyways." Sam started "Percy it's cool, just don't do it again."
"I won't. I hate reading anyways. (A/N: This was physically painful to type.)" Percy responded. "Now do we have any food? 'Cause I'm so hungry I could eat a pegasus."
"Sure I'll cook." Dean said, still a bit upset that Sam had interrupted the argument.
Percy shook her head. "Nah. I can cook."
Dean sat back down. "Thanks, I guess." Dean knew that he didn't really need to thank her, hell, he didn't want to thank her, but now he didn't have to cook. Plus Sam had shot him a "don't be too much of an ass today" look.
Percy shrugged. "I enjoy it, plus, I've been doing it for a while."
"Cool." Sam said. Then he turned to Dean. "We've got to do more research."
"We're kinda out of stuff here Sammy."
"You're not." Percy chimed in. Both brothers ignored her.
"We'll go to the library then." Sam inputted,
"I think I know what it is," Percy said. She was once again ignored.
Dean stood up. "Come on Sammy. We're going to do some hard research."
"There's no need I think I figured it out."
Sam stood up as well. "We'll see you Percy."
Dean was delighted by Percy's aggravated face. "I'll spit in your food!" Percy yelled at them as the brothers walked out.
"You don't think she's serious do you?" Dean asked, horrified.
Sam just shrugged.