Authors Note: Okay real quick, this is a Supernatural Homestuck crossover using a modified version of both. Just know that even though it's confusing right now it won't be later. Let me know what you think and I'll try to have the next chapter up soon! Enjoy!
In this universe, there are four brothers, two fallen angelic figures, and two very attractive cars. Half on one earth, half on another. You should be familiar with one set, as they are here. On your earth, among you. So, lets focus on the other, shall we?
Houston, Texas- 22 years ago.
A man stands in his child's bedroom, and strokes the soft blonde hair sprouting from his head as the baby coo's in his sleep. "Goodnight Dave." his smirk only widened when his wife had came in with his other boy.
"He won't sleep." She tousled the kids hair and gave him a gentle nudge towards the man.
"Go to bed Rose, I got this." He smiled once more at his namesake before turning to his sleepless son. "Ready for a strife buddy?"
"The boy smiled. "Yea Bwo!" He is only four, and his inability to pronounce the letter R had only made the man smile brighter.
"Alright, head up to the roof, I'll be there in a minute." He waited until the boy had scurried off before grabbing the usual foam sword he used to 'strife' with, then heading up after him into the hot and humid Texas air. "Ready?"
The boy nodded and assumed a fighting stance with his own foam sword. "You goin' down." The little boy gave the man the toughest look his little face could muster and pushed up his sunglasses.
"Is that so?" Dave tried to keep a straight face as he waited on the boys first move. "Show me what you got, Dirk."
Just before their playful spar had begun, a woman's blood curdling scream pierced through the silence.
"Rose!" Dave had dropped the foam weapon, and urged the boy to hide as he swung through the window into the apartment, and exchanged the faux sword for a real one before running to the baby's room. "Dave." He breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that his namesake was still living, but his relief became anger as he turned to see the source of the scream and found a creature hovering over something. "I thought I got rid of you years ago." He grit his teeth as the thing turned its wolfish head, blood dripping from it's snout. He then lunged at the creature only for it to fade away in a flash of green flame revealing his dead wife, and catching the room ablaze.
He spent no time weeping over the woman, because there wasn't time. He had to save the boys, and so he did. Ignoring the questions of the other, and consoling the cries of the younger he had made himself a vow, he would find that beast and kill it.