Camp Half-Blood discussion

It's me and Lizzie so far.

You want to start or should I?

Either is fine.

:O This sounds awesome by the way.

((Thanks!))

((I'll start if you're still on!))

Dean sat on a bench, reading the local paper. He looked up, pointing to a small story. "Hey Sammy, you think this is worth checking out? A girl was ripped to shreds by a dog."

Sam shrugged, "Maybe, we haven't had a job in weeks." He went back to his computer.

"It says she had a sister that was there. She disappeared a few seconds after she died. It could possibly be demon activity," Dean said.

Carrie stumbled by, all her thoughts gone because of the grief. She sat down on the bench next to Dean and covered her face with her hands and started crying. "Why?" she sobbed.

Sam looked up, "Umm, who are you? And Dean that sounds a little more interesting." The girl buried her head in her hands.

"Carrie. My sister..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

Dean gave his brother a look that said, This could be the one we want. He bit his tongue, fingering a silver dagger.

Sam closed his laptop, "What happened? Anything we," he festered to Dean and himself, "Can help with?"

Pepper spray appeared in her hand out of habit, but she quickly made it disappear, hopping that the didn't see.

"Come on, you can talk to us," Dean said, trying to have a soft voice but failing.

Sam frowned, something seemed, off, about this girl. "It's okay. We are here to help!"

"The drakon... It killed her!" Carrie went into a whole new round of sobbing.

Dean stood up. "Wait, a drakon?" He frowned. His frown grew deeper when Carrie nodded.

Sam nodded, this was getting interesting, "How did you know it was a Drakon? And where was it?"

Carrie looked up, suddenly angry. "Hmmm, I don't know MAYBE IT ATTACKED ME AND WAS A BIG SNAKE! I KNOW WHAT A DRAKON LOOKS LIKE, OKAY!" Her hands balled up into fists and she got out a dagger.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.. Don't do anything you want to regret." Dean pulled out his own silver dagger.

Sam held his hands down, "Okay, can you tell us where it was? We need as much info as possible."

"Maybe I'm just going insane... Maybe Greek gods don't exist... That sounds better," she said softly, sinking to her knees.

Dean ran over, grabbing her dagger. He felt odd holding it, like there was more secrets in the blade than could be seen.

((I'll brb.))

Sam looked up, "So you know about the hunting buisness? If so how do you kill a vampire?" After he said it he knew he shouldn't of, this girl could be crazy, or worse.

((Okay!))

"What? Oh no, there can't be another thing after me..." Carrie looked up. "Another thing that could kill me. As if I need more danger in my life."

Dean looked at the blade, noting the ancient Greek writing on the blade. "Sam, you may want to look at this."

Sam inspected it, "Greek for pain. What are you doing with this? And answer my question."

"I know nothing about whatever you mean by 'hunting', but I know a little about that blade. From my mo-" She trailed off, realizing that she probably shouldn't talk about Greek gods around what might be mortals.

"Your what? Mother?" Dean narrowed his eyes, suspicious. He definitely was starting to think that this girl was a demon.

Sam looked at the girl, "Your mom? Who is she?"

"Ate," she said quietly. "Greek goddess of Mischief."

"Great, another god I have to believe in," Dean growled. "If you want me, I'll be in the car eating some pie."

Sam looked unphased, "Look you may be a little delusional. We haven't head of Atë, and trust me we've felt with lots of gods."

"Delusional? I may be, I don't know." Carrie sat on the bench, a ring appearing in her hand. She put it on and spun it around her finger.

Sam looked at her, "What are you a demon of some sort? CHRISTO!"

Carrie flinched, thinking he had put a spell on her. She even didn't care what he had done and didn't realized what she had just done.

Sam looked dumb founded. He searched through his satchel, and found his holy water. He poured it on her.

Carrie glared at him. "What did you do to me?!" she yelled.

Sam looked confused, "So are you a demon or not? I'm confused now."

"I don't think I'm a dem- ohhhh no." Carrie looked up, grabbing her dagger from Sam. A giant hellhound pounced, but she dodged. "You should probably go!"

Sam looked at the creature, "Where is it? I hear barking! God, a hellhound. Run! I've got this!"

"Run? Clearly you haven't met a demigod before." Carrie smiled, a little of her old personality back. She charged the thing, slashing at it's muzzle. "Do you have any celestial bronze weapons on you?"

Sam shook his head, "Demon knife, and shot gun. How can you see it?"

"Mommy says I'm special." Carrie shook her head, and in that split second the hound swiped at her, sending her into a wall.

Sam smiled, "Well tell me where it is, I need to kill it."

Carrie ate something, enjoying the taste of caramel in her mouth. She felt all her scrapes and bruises heal and her bones mending themselves. She got up and smirked. "No, I've got this, pretty boy." She charged, stabbing the creature in the eye. It exploded into golden dust and the dust covered her.

Sam looked dumbfounded, "Why is there dust? And trust me that was easy compared to what we do."

"Wow...You're weird. Monsters turn to dust when they return to Tartarus. It's supposedly complicated. I don't know really. And what you do is easy? Tell me what you do." Carrie raised an eyebrow.

((She's confusing when she talks...))

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Taturus? Anyway me and my brother Dean we fight demons, ghosts, and monsters."

((That's okay!))

"Clearly you know Nothing about Greek mythology whatsoever. And I fight monsters, occasionally titans and gods, and other times other demigods. Beat that, pretty boy." She ran a hand through her rainbow hair.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Been to hell? Possessed by satan? Befriend an angel? I think not."

"Have you ever been in the way of the Aphrodite cabin and designer clothes? It's worse than hell." CArrie smiled. "Or between a whole camp of teenagers with special powers and ice cream?"

Sam bit his lip, "Saved the world? Be kidnapped by demons? Kill a demon with nothing but your bare hands? Killed a god?"

"I have not done that, but I have seen the lord of death himself." Carrie shrugged. "But really it isn't that special. Everyone at camp has seen Hades at one point in time, really."