He hit him with his car.

In all honesty, it totally wasn't Dean's fault. He had been driving, a nice and steady 80 miles per hour, to the closest Walmart for much need supplies (and pie) when he just... Appeared. It wasn't the kid walking suddenly in front of his Impala. No, the kid just literally popped into existence. And where he did, well, happened to be the front of his Baby. So, maybe a girly scream escaped his lips but could you blame him? Sure, he hit many demons with his Impala (angels too) but he never hit a human accidently.

Scrambling out of his car, all Dean could mutter was, "Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead." He looked down at the person and sighed with relief; he hadn't killed him. The person was breathing, albeit somewhat strangled, and he looked fairly good for someone who got hit by a car that was going at least 80.

"Um, okay. Just... Hang in there," Dean wasn't entirely sure who he was reassuring; himself or the unconscious person in front of Baby. Lifting the person up, he did his best to put him in the front seat, buckling him up just to be safe, "I am really sorry about this."

The person said nothing, still being unconscious, and his head lolled to the side like a lifeless puppet.

Dean was tense the whole ride, knuckles going white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Man, Sam was going to flip when he found out. Should he call him? Reaching pocket, Dean retrieved his phone and dialed his baby brother.

"Dean? What's up? Did you get the stuff?"

"Um... No," Dean's eyes snapped to the person in his front seat before focusing back on the road.

"No? What happened? You should have gotten the stuff by now."

"I hit something."

"What, like an animal?"

"More like a person."

"What?! Are they dead?"

"No but I'm bringing him to the motel. Be there in ten, Sam," He ended the car, stepping on the gas. He'd be there in five.

Sam met him outside, tapping his foot impatiently. He helped him bring the man inside, acting like he was simply an old friend who had drank one too many. They really didn't need the cops showing up on top of everything.

They laid him down on Dean's bed, making sure not to irritate any injuries the man may have. Now that Dean wasn't freaking out too bad, he could get a better look at the man.

Or should he say child?

The kid couldn't be more than nineteen years old. He was pretty tall for his age, a good 5'9 or so, and was tan and pretty good looking. His pitch black hair, pitch black, was matted on his forehead with sweat and his eyebrows were creased in pain. He had some cuts and scrapes, one nasty bruise over his stomach, but otherwise looked okay. He was bleeding from the side of his head but Sam deduced that it was simply a shallow cut, nothing serious. He had on a tattered orange shirt, maybe there was writing on the front but it was too torn to read, and ripped black pants, barely hiding what dignity he had. His converse were beat and old, looking ready to break right there. He had a necklace around his neck, five beads with strange designs strung on a cord.

"You said he just appeared out of no where?" Sam looked over at his older brother, who hadn't taken his eyes off of the boy, "Think he's a demon or something?"

"I don't know," Dean muttered, a hand on his chin. He didn't react with the salt, holy water, or the word Christo. We'd have to wait 'til he gets up before we try our guns on him."

"And if he's not a supernatural baddie?"

Dean turned his head to his brother, eyes wide, "Then I just hit a kid with my car."

It was around four the next day when the kid showed any signs of waking up.

Dean shot up in his chair when he heard him groan, nearly dropping his precious pie in the process of hurrying towards the injured boy. He watched as he opened his eyes slowly, revealing the brightest green eyes the hunter ever saw. He squinted in the light, eyes flying around widely, taking in the situation.

"Easy there," Dean finally spoke and the kid turned his head to look at him.

"Ugh, what happened?" The kid groaned, draping his arm over his eyes.

"I may have, um," Dean cleared his throat, looking away almost sheepishly. "Hit you with my car."

"Oh," Was all the kid said, as if that didn't matter to him. "Okay."

"Who are you?" The hunter asked, getting down to business.

"Percy Jackson," The kid replied without hesitation, not moving in the slightest.

"Alright, Percy, what are you?"

This time, Percy looked over as if he was contemplating how to answer that, "I'm a son of Poseidon."

"Oh," Was all Dean could say because he didn't hit a kid. He hit a demigod and not just any demigod. He hit the prince of the sea, "Oh."

"And you are?" Percy studied the man in a split second, "You don't seem normal. Hunter maybe?"

"Dean Winchester," The brunette answered, kind of in shock. "I hunt the supernatural."

"What, like vampires and stuff?" Percy sat up now, ignoring his pain to look at the human in awe.

"Yeah, I travel around with my brother."

"Awesome," Percy sighed before tensing. He looked around, now more alert than before. Finally, as if realizing something, he dropped back down on the bed muttering a, "Son of a bitch."

"You okay, kid?" Dean moved closer down, tucking away the knife he held in case the kid was a demon. If he was one, he would have attacked by now, aiming to rip Dean's handsome face apart.

"Before I was hit by your car, which is pretty nice by the way," Percy nearly smiled at Dean's proud grin when he mentioned his car but plowed on. "I was fighting this weird chick lady. She was pretty ugly. She did this weird voodoo thing and, next thing I knew, I was sucked into a portal and getting hit by a sexy Impala.

"You managed to see what type of car I have?"

"It was a nice car and, if I was going to kiss it, I might as well have learned who she was," Percy attempted a shrug. "Where's your brother?"

"His name's Sam. He's out getting food," Dean answered, liking the kid more and more now that he complimented Baby numerous times.

They were silent for a moment before both sighing out, "I could really go for some pie." The blinked in surprise before grinning at each other. Yeah, this was a start of a beautiful friendship.

Sam came back with four bags full of food. One had his vegetables, the other had alcohol, the third had meat, and the last had Dean's precious pies. He barely managed to open the door to their room, using three fingers to turn the knob, and froze at the sight in front of him.

The kid was up and he and Dean were playing cards while chatting. Occasionally, Dean would laugh at something the kid said and the other would flush in embarrassment. When the door opened, both turned to look at Sam. Dean had on his usual cocky smirk while the kid had that shy smile Sam always used to wear.

"Sammy!" Dean ran towards his brother, arms out wide as if he was going to give him a hug. Sam knew better and held out one of the bags. "Pie!"

While his brother moaned in content over his precious pies, Sam took the time to introduce himself to the kid, who was studying him with bright green eyes. Looking closer, they weren't just green. There was some yellow, gold, brown, and purple mixed into it, reminding Sam of the sea. "Sam," He said, holding out his hand.

The kid gave a lopsided grin, shaking the hunter's head, "Percy Jackson."

"Oi, Jackson!"

The demigod looked over in time to catch a blueberry pie, "Yes!"

"Percy's going to stay with us for a while. We think he was attacked by a witch or something and was sent here."

"What, so he lives in a different dimension?" Sam arched a brow at the two, who acted so much alike as they shoveled pie into their mouths.

"Mmhm," Percy answered him, chewing his blueberry pie with a look of content. "I don't know how to get back exactly but Dean said I could tag along with you guys on your hunts."

Sam looked at his brother with wide eyes, "You told him?"

Dean raised a brow at his little brother, finishing the bit of pie in his mouth, "He's the son of Poseidon. He's used to this stuff."

"Oh," Sam said and Percy snorted.

"Your brother had the same reaction," Percy said with a grin that relaxed Sam's nerves. He could see how Dean was comfortable around the kid. While he gave off an aura of power. he also gave off the feeling of calmness, like you couldn't help but trust him. It was like the kid couldn't do any harm to him (though Sam knew that was a lie).

"Any idea where we're going next?" Dean asked, leaning back on the small chair by the beds.

"There's a girl that was killed in Tennessee supposedly by numerous animal bites."

"So?" Percy was on his third pie (when had he eaten the second?) and he was looking at the youngest Winchester curiously.

"She was found in her house."

"So, you think something may be controlling these animals?" Dean asked, pulling out a bottle of Whiskey.

"I think so," Sam nodded, flopping down on his bed.

"Want some, kid?" Dean held out the bottle of alcohol towards Percy, who looked at him weird.

"I'm nineteen."

So, Dean was right. "You're never too young to drink."

Percy stared at the hunter for a moment before shrugging and taking the bottle, taking a large swig.

"Atta boy," Dean grinned, patting the kid on the shoulder.

"Don't turn him into you, Dean!" Sam's shout was muffled by his pillow, "It's bad enough he likes those stupid pies like you."

Though Sam couldn't see it, both Dean and Percy turned to him, speaking at the same time, "Pie is the food of the gods."

Sam, however, could feel their stares and shuddered. Creepy.

"Oh, it's so much more beautiful when it's not coming at me at 80 miles per hour!" Percy practically squealed, gushing over the Impala.

Dean grinned and Sam rolled his eyes. There really were two Deans.

"Yeah, get in," Dean said, taking out his keys and sliding into the drivers seat.

Percy practically dived into the car, sinking into the nice seats. In only a few seconds flat, he was out like a light.

Sam took that time to talk to his brother, "You sure it's okay to bring a kid into this?"

Dean started the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, "You didn't see what I saw, Sam. He's seen a lot. I don't think he can even be called a kid anymore."