Sam watched the bullet speed toward him as if in slow motion. It was aimed right at his head, flying faster than he thought it would. He would barely get a second to think before it hit him, his eyes wide open, tears forming. Suddenly, it was gone. The bullet. He saw movement in the corner of his eye and suddenly he was lifted off of his feet. The floor was gone and a young man in a red costume was carrying Sam like a rag doll.

"Wha-"

"Hey- I'm Barry. I was sent to get you. Something is happening. It involves all worlds- every world. There is a rep for each world. You were chosen for yours." Barry said quickly. Suddenly, they were in a vortex of swirling color. "You're Sam Winchester, the last living heir to the American Men of Letters and the Campbell Clan, and also one of God's chosen. I'm the fastest man alive."

They broke through the vortex and the metahuman slid on his feet to a stop. They were inside some sort of airplane hanger. A 60s red car sat in the middle, shining in the late afternoon sun. It had just been night back in Kansas. But Sam had a feeling he wasn't in Kansas anymore.

"Hey everybody! Our last arrival is here!" Barry said. A few people were standing there.

"Phil Coulson." One man said, sticking out his hand for Sam to shake. "I don't really believe in the paranormal, but I guess this event is all hands on deck."

"I'm the Doctor." A grey haired misfit type said, wearing a Pink Floyd shirt and a suit. He didn't shake hands with Sam.

"Clarke." Clarke simply said.

"Percy." A teenager said.

"Hermione Granger." A woman with curly hair said. She was wearing white robes and held some books by her side. She stuck out her hand and shook Sam's hand hard, with an excited and studying look on her face. A female- brown hair, olive skin- was wild eyed and was being cooled down by a girl in a jumpsuit whose name tag read 'Daisy'.

"Wait- are you a shadowhunter?" A girl with carrot orange hair asked.

"Are you a Watcher?" A blond asked.

"Have you really met the creator of your universe? What was it like?"

"Where is Peeta?! Where am I?! IS THIS THE CAPITAL?!"

"Mack, I need help- bringing Katniss was a bad idea- repeat BAD IDEA."

"How did we get here? How fast can you run? What sort of alien are you?"

"I can't get reception here. Can someone page me to Scully?"

"EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!" The arrow yelled. Everyone went silent. "Okay- Barry, say your thing."

"Hello. I'm Barry. I'm sorry that we pulled you all without warning from your universes and brought you here, but I need you all to listen. We have a multiverse problem. We haven't had a meeting about the multiverse ever, but recently, I got a list of people from an anonymous being that said we had to unite or die. Something is coming. It's got different names in all of your universes. To Sam, I think it's called The Empty."

"But The Empty is a place, but a being."

"Well, not everyone agrees. To us, the super heroes, the Doctor, and the others, it's the end of all universes. And to the rest, it may be known as the first being, Chaos."

Percy sighed. "Apollo got a prophecy from the thingy of trees. Can you read it?"

"Yeah." Nico shrugged. He must have memorized it. "This is a prophecy of things that are gonna be. Space and Time trapped in rhyme. Chaos comes while everyone was on Hellatus. It's the end of the multiverse as we know it, and it will be stopped by a curse. All of these words shall come to pass. Tacos, bananas, present, future, last."

"In other words," Percy said. "We're screwed."