Scene opens on a highway in the middle of Kansas. There is a small crater in the middle of the road and a field of corn off to the right looks like it has been torn through by something big. Large gouges in the ground show where the monster has scrambled off to. Camera pulls in on the crater and the air begins to distort, as though it is heating up and swirling. A man in a cloak with the hood up walks out of the air and is followed by two velociraptors wearing strange armor, a tall dark knight (known as a Smog Knight), and Wakko Warner. They walk up to the crater and inspect what they see.
"Crap… The Abomination tore free of the tether and stake," the cloaked man says.
Raptor 1 inquires, "How could such a thing be possible?" He gestures a claw at a grey, metal stake in the cement with a noose of purple-glowing rope tied to it. "That stake is made from the same materials to bind Morgoth, and you yourself wove that rope from the enchanted hair of seven veelas. At the very least, it should have slowed the Abomination down for us to get here in time before it escaped!"
"It is obvious that this particular Abomination has a fragment of Tscheapwhetzar's or Whetzarchet's sword in it. It looks like he Corrupted the spell and Willed himself out of it. Great… They seem to be getting smarter," the cloaked man gripes.
"Well, he certainly made a mess of the place. Faboo! Look, tracks," Wakko points out to the others.
"Horned Helm, go take a look and see how far those tracks lead," the man orders. The tall knight nods his head and black smoke erupts from the armor and flies over the field and tracks the marks left by the Abomination.
"Do you think there might be a trap out there," Raptor 2 asks, while the cloaked man walks in the crater and rips the stake out of the ground.
"Can you smell something that stinks of treachery and death in the immediate area," the man replies almost absentmindedly.
"No," the raptors chant in unison.
"Neither do I. Only what reek he left behind."
"It's enough to make one lose his appetite," Wakko complains.
"We both know you could never lose your appetite," Raptor 1 teases.
"And you'd be right, lizard boy!" With that Wakko produces a towering sandwich from his gag bag and proceeds to scarf it down.
"I don't think we are in Kansas anymore, my General," Raptor 2 says.
"Actually, I think that that is precisely where we are," the cloaked man says slowly and begins to turn around. He thrusts his right hand into the folds of his clothes and pulls loose a brilliant sword with a white blade and red electricity running across its whole length. He plunges his sword into the ground and the twisting cords of energy run into the ground and disappear. After a quick moment, they reappear and flow back into the blade. The man uproots his sword and sheathes it. "To be precise, we are in Kansas, basically the middle of nowhere... and in the world of Supernatural."
"Do you think anyone is watching us on the tube right now," Wakko asks.
"If so, let's give them a proper greeting," the man responds. All four begin to smile (the raptors look really weird trying to smile) and wave in different directions.
"Wait, if we are here in the world of Supernatural, does that mean I can go and pick up some babes from a soddy bar," Wakko asks excitedly.
"Your brother would never forgive me, if I let you do that without him," the man says while continuing to wave. "Plus, you are a kids' cartoon, so no. No wenches for you."
The cloud of smoke returns into the armor and all four turn to the knight. It shakes its head.
"This really sucks. We have to scour an entire globe to find this thing, and what could it even be here for!" The first Raptor fumes.
"I wonder if these Abominations have any real goal in mind when they invade other worlds and dimensions," the man muses. "It just all seems so random at times."
"We will have to set a trap for it," the Smog Knight says in a grinding voice. "Bring more warriors here to ensnare it and slay it."
"We will have to set a trap, and more warriors might not be a bad idea," the cloaked man says looking down the road. "But we will have to think about that later. It seems as though we are about to have some company."
Camera shows Dean and Sam Winchester riding in their Impala, listening to Rolling Stone's music. Sam suddenly taps his brother's shoulder.
"Watch out. There's someone on the road ahead."
"Yeah I see them. Probably some really desperate hitchhikers. Nothing but corn for miles around."
Shot from the back shows them approaching the group of five in the road and now the boys can see more clearly what is in front of them. A shot from the front shows their eyes widening in surprise as they draw near.
"Holy crap! What are those things right there? Are those dinosaurs," Dean sputters wildly.
"Is that a cartoon character," Sam says dumbfounded.
They come to a halt right in front of the five misfits, who all stare back at the brothers.
"Sammy, this is probably the work of some kind of Trickster. There is no way that any of this is actually real."
"The pine stakes are in the back of the trunk, Dean."
Dean puts the car into reverse and backs up slowly from the group, which continues to just stand there and stare at the brothers. The cartoon character then bends down and begins to pull a large Coke from his bag and starts guzzling. The other remain immobile. Dean pulls off to the side and the brothers get out of the car, their handguns trained in on the bizarre figures right in front of them.
"Dean…" Sam says nervously.
"I know, these guys are probably meant to distract us. Still, keep your gun on them and shoot anyone that moves."
"What about the cartoon?"
"Hey, now's not the time for another Roger Rabbit reference!"
"It's a legitimate question, Dean! Bullets probably won't work on these guys anyways."
"That is why I am getting the stakes," comes Deans muffled voice from the trunk as he searches for the weapons needed to bring down a Trickster. Just to be safe he also grabs up salt, holy water, and iron.
The cloaked man takes a step forward and Sam shouts, "Don't take another step, or I will shoot!"
The man doesn't listen and Sam reluctantly fires. The man holds up his left hand and the bullet stops in midair. Dean rushed around the side and shouts, "What just happened?"
Sam looks back to brother and says, "He just stopped my bullet."
"What? Like Magneto? Wait, watch out Sammy!"
Dean tries to pull his brother out of the way but a pie hits Sam square in the face and falls to the ground in a crumbled heap, no longer moving. Dean reaches down to pull the splattered pie off of his brother's face and he realizes that it is a cartoon pie. Before he can fully register what is happening, Raptor 1 jumps Dean from behind and knocks him out.
"Excellent work Wakko, Third Tooth," the cloaked man congratulates. He steps up to the incapacitated brothers. "Horned helm, you talked about needing more soldiers. I cannot think of any better recruits from this world as the Winchester Brothers. We'll have to extend a Contract to them."
"The Guardians will not be pleased that you are interfering so much in another world," Raptor 2 says.
"They can deal with it. This is my hunt, and these hunters make perfect recruits. Horned Helm suggested a trap and an idea is coming to me now. Quickly, check their phones and whatever else you can find on them."
The others approach the Impala and begin ransacking it, looking for phones, planners, and anything else. The cloaked man reaches into one of the many pockets lining his cloak and pulls out what looks like a very large Easter egg with strange marking all over it. He opens it up and a scarab comes out of the egg. He drops the bug on Dean and it burrows into his head, but leaves no trace of its entrance.
"Sorry boys, but I cannot have you remembering this meeting."
He reaches into his pockets again and produces an ancient and intricate hourglass. He begins to turn it rapidly and then says, "I hope you survive this. Otherwise, I doubt I will ever be forgiven for interfering in your world."
Roll Supernatural credits with the background exploding into flames and the letters appearing in blood as it drips down the screen.