A/N: How have my lovely readers been?  Good I hope, especially considering that its been awhile since my last update. I have a few, not very good explanations for this: 1. Writer's Block is a terrible thing and I've been hit hard by it. 2. I realized that I had gotten some crucial episode points wrong and felt pretty bad about that. 3. High School. That's all I'm going to say. 4. I'm the kind of person who writes something as soon as the get an idea for it, and I've been writing other stuff. (Two of which I've published here! Check out the tag #alpacawrotethis to see them.)

Anyways, I've been a terrible horrible author, and I hope you accept my apologies, and know that this'll likely happen a lot. If you have any tips for writing more, let me know because I'd love to do that. (Also,the music in the media isn't relevant , but amazing, as per usual.) Check out the author's note at the bottom for an "announcement"!

Disclaimer: I don't own either of these, if I did, their release dates would be on Sherlock levels of hiatus.

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Sam POV

Sam wasn't sure why he agreed to this. Once he realized that Dad wasn't there he should have left to continue the search. He needed to find Yellow Eyes and get his revenge, not go on some random hunt because his dad wanted him to do. This was a waste of time.

There was of course a small voice that was telling him that there was nothing wrong with helping people, a voice that in fact, was telling him that helping people was the part that made everything that hunters lost worth it. But it was far too easy to completely ignore that part of him in favor of his ever growing longing -need, really- for revenge.

And now, instead of finding, hunting, killing the demon that had caused Jess's death, he was in the middle of nowhere, babysitting some random kids, and packing to go kill Wendigo #32. Suffice to say, Sam really wasn't sure why he agreed to this.

"Percy, you need to stay back, you don't know how to deal with wendigos yet." Sam said, hoping that one thing could go right with this.

"First of all, it's more dangerous for me to stay here, in the middle of an unfamiliar woods, alone than for me to go with a group, even if said group is hunting a wendigo. Second, the best way for me to learn in the field. I'm a kinesthetic learner."

"She right Sam. Besides, we need backup." Dean said, coming up behind. "Even if it's from an amatuer."

Percy glared at Dean. "An amatuer who can kick your ass."

Dean glared at her, "You caught me by surprise."

"Twice?"

"Whatever," Sam watched as Dean stalked away.

"You need to be bit nicer to him Perce," Sam said turning to the girl who was grabbing her flare gun.

"I need to be nicer to him?" Percy asked turning and raising an eyebrow. "Tell him that he needs to stop being so condescending."

"He's right." Sam said, "You haven't been trained."

"Just because I was trained differently than you, it doesn't mean that I wasn't trained."

"You still weren't trained properly Percy."

"I know how to defend myself Sam."

"Look, I don't doubt that, when you're facing a normal person, but against this kind of stuff? That requires hunter training Percy. I just don't want you hurt," Sam said, looking at the shorter girl.

"That's nice of you Sam, but I don't think that your brother is in the same boat."

"Just try okay?"

"I always do."

Dean POV

As much as Dean didn't trust Percy, he knew that she could fight. And, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that he and his brother would need all the help that they could get. Especially since he still hadn't been able to convince Haley to stay at the campsite.

Dean saw Sam walking towards him. "I don't think we should Percy out there Dean. She doesn't know what she's getting into to and she's the only person, other than you, that I've got left."

So dad just doesn't exist anymore then? "What about dad?" Dean asked rolling his eyes.

Sam sighed, "You're missing the point Dean. I don't think that Percy should be going out there. It's dangerous and she doesn't know what's going on."

"I wasn't kidding back there Sam, we need all the help we can get. I'm one hundred percent sure that Haley and her brother are going to follow us. We need someone who even kind of knows what they're doing."

Sam sighed.

"Sam! I get that you care about your friend, but she's the only other person here who knows what they're doing and wendigoes are extremely serious. We really will need all the help we can get."

"She won't be much help without training."

"It's better than nothing."

"If she gets hurt I'm blaming you." Sam said, then stalked away.

Dean groaned and finished packing his stuff.

Percy POV

It hadn't been Percy's week. Well, it had been a little over a week, but that wasn't important. The point was that Percy wasn't having the best time.

Dean clearly hated her, Sam didn't trust her, two innocent people were in danger, and, of course, her only friend from before was now dead. Killed by a demon, because clearly gods weren't enough to worry about. This was completely leaving out the lingering feeling that she hadn't sent in an application for Stanford. (And the fact that she wouldn't have been accepted if she did,)

She couldn't linger on any of that though, she had people to save. That was actually the only thing that was really looking up about her situation. She had been saving people since she eleven or twelve years old. She knew how to deal with danger and the unknown. She had faced worse than wendigos before. This was something that Percy knew how to deal with. (Of course, she had gone to college to be done with the Greeks and all the monsters that went with them, but still, this was familiar.)

"You ready?" Dean asked walking over to Percy.

"As ready as I can be."

"Good, you have the flares?"

"I wouldn't say that I was ready if I didn't." Percy looked at Sam. "Is Sam ready?"

Dean looked at his little brother. "Same as you I guess; he's ready as he can be."

"That's fair." Percy said, "Are we gonna do this?"

"Come on, we need to hurry up. Tommy's not going to last forever." Haley said, walking up behind the pair.

"She's not coming with." Percy said. "She won't know what she's getting into."

"You don't either Percy." Dean replied. "She's coming with."

"I have more of an idea than she does! I don't want any more people getting hurt."

Haley once again joined the conversation. "If I can't go with you are going to get hurt."

"Look, I get wanting to save your family, but if you get hurt out there then it'll just be worse for your family."

Haley huffed, "I need to see if he's alright."

Percy sighed, "Fine, just, be careful, alright?"

"Yeah,"

"Off we go then?" Percy asked, looking at Dean.

"Off we go."

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A/N: All of my readers have been super supportive of my work, especially 0PeekABoo0! Because I've been a terrible author, I've decided upon a proposal! Ask me some questions, and I'll answer them! (This story isn't big enough for this, but whatever. The people who are reading it totally deserve it! You rock, every last one of you!) The questions can be about anything,  story related or otherwise. (I likely won't answer any that would reveal personal information, but you can try!)  Thanks for reading!