This is a crossover between what I'm guessing is Supernatural, Kingdom Hearts, Merlin, possibly the Avengers(?), and the Hunger Games. Want the backstory for this? The after-notes things will explain pretty much everything as best as I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or ideas here, except for the story.

Vanitas laughed. Dressed in his suit and with his dark blade, he laughed maniacally. His laughter never ceased, even as the dark figure stole Vanitas' life and magic. The figure took no notice of the grating sounds, and simply kept their hands raised to cup the dark energy flowing out of Vanitas' chest. Soon Vanitas would die.

Vanitas disappeared into black smoke, but his laughter remained.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby trekked through the dark, humid forest, puzzled at the silence and all the more cautious for it. They did not speak, merely communicating through gestures during their investigation. The followed the path, before coming to a fork in the road. Bobby took the right path, and Sam and Dean took the left path. Slowly, they made their way through their respective roads.

A rustle in the bushes. Startled, Bobby reflexively swirled to look at all his surroundings. Nothing. It was too dark. He kept his shotgun to his side, continuing on the road. The forest became denser, the air even more sinister, and no light from the moon passed though the think foliage of leaves. The atmosphere was suffocating, dizzying, and made Bobby paranoid. He heard another rustle and a howl; it could have just been the wind. But it probably wasn't because when Bobby started shooting and running and cursing, he crossed a bridge to another island forest, which snapped a few seconds after he crossed it.

Bobby, panicked but trying to maintain his sanity, did what anyone in his situation could do aside from pray.

He swore.

Sam and Dean Winchester took care not to make any noises, not even breathe. However, that stopped when, splitting through the silence like a butcher's knife, they heard Bobby's shouts and his gun being fired, and the crack of wood and subsequent bangs. Immediately, they make to take off towards the general direction of Bobby, but as they turned to retrace their steps back to the fork, the forest shifted around them. The forest started coming to life. The sound of wind roared in their ears, plants rustled with life, and owls hooted from trees. The cacophony of noise shocked them both out of their rush, and the sudden sounds hurt their ears because of the disturbance of the previous silence. Dean waved towards the direction which he suspected they came from, but it wasn't the original road at all. They were in another world entirely, yet they didn't know it at the time.

Sam followed Dean down the supposed road, only to stumble and gawk at the sight before them. Strips of rope and cloth and string all tied to each other and to roofs of houses on stilts. The web created was dense and black and distinctly odd, but that was nothing to what was hanging on the taut strings.

People.

Robed people of varying ages, but, of the ones whose eyes were open, with old, weary eyes and tired faces.

And not just 3 or 4 people either. There were at least 25 people hanging by their necks with strings to the web. And on each of them, a necklace with a gold, simplistic key dangling from it. Some people had several keys on their necklace, others had only one, and they all had varying degrees of decoration.

Sam and Dean were baffled.

And what about Bobby?

A teenaged girl knelt to the ground of the forest, feeling for stones during twilight. The stones were a clear blue-ish purple, and the girl held 3 of them in her palm under the fading patches of light between the trees. The stones were cast in the light and emitted a soft, pale, golden glow, lighting up the shadows of her hand. The girl's reaction was not one of wonder, but of puzzlement, and then of suspicion. She shoved the stones in her jacket pocket, which was getting heavy with many more similar stones. Rising from the ground, she readjusted her bow and arrow quiver on her back, before trekking onwards through the woods with utter silence.

So what do you think? You might be wondering what the hell this is, and the thing is, so am I. This was a dream I had a couple nights ago, and I wrote it up some time ago. I think this will be a pet project of mine, where I try to connect all the dots I drew while I was sleeping and see where it goes. Review please! Tell me if I should continue or not!