Greetings! This is my first fan fiction crossover story of Supernatural and Harold and Kumar. Just not to throw any confusion here in my story, all characters from both titles co-exist in one universe. The plot of my story has nothing to do with the original plot of both titles. I don't own any Supernatural and Harold and Kumar characters, this is only a fan fiction story, strictly created for entertainment purposes. Please support the original Supernatural series and Harold and Kumar movies

Chapter 01: Harold and Kumar go to hell

It was a same routine for Kumar today, right after he went to med school; he lied down on his white small comfy bed while smoking a joint of marijuana waiting for the administration of the medical board to call him about the med test result he just took a week ago. That med test will be his stepping stone to become a well-known Doctor, just like his dad who is by the way, couldn't care less about what and where he has been lately. Bored out of his skull, he stood up from his bed, grabbed his sweater and quickly walked to a nearby restaurant to eat.

Ahh sweet! This must be a nice ass restaurant to feed on some munchies, Kumar told to himself.

He entered the place and grabbed a chair to sit, lit up a joint of Marijuana while waiting for a waiter to serve him. A young man, in his 20s in a white uniform approached Kumar.

Sir, I will have to ask you throw your cigarette and leave the restaurant, the waiter calmly asked Kumar.

What? Now hold on a sec there buddy, Kumar replied while looking at the waiter from head to toe.

I know this place is a "No cigarette smoking" zone but as you can see and smell, that this little baby in my hand is not actually a regular type of cigarette, hell! It's not even a cigarette, this is weed man, you know, the bong, potty, Buddha, ace, the Assassin of Youth! So clearly, I'm not smoking cigarette here, did you know that I hate cigarette? It causes lung cancer for God's sake! Now how can I even do that to myself, that thing would surely kill me, Kumar paused, put a big smile on his face and looked at the young waiter.

It's alright dude, I forgive you for accusing me of smoking a cigarette and I would be happy to order a plate of steaming well-done steak, free of charge of course, and let's forget all this nonsense accusation about me, so whaddya say buddy? Oh and could you put more gravy on that steak too and give me a bottle of your finest wine while I wait for my food, just keep it under five minutes. The monster inside my tummy is really growling, from you know, smoking this little piece of God's awesome green friend.

The waiter just looked at Kumar and sighed. Following a complete silence for 2 minutes, Kumar flew over outside the door and was forcefully kicked out from the restaurant by the two big guys, probably what they called, "The Bouncers"

What the hell? You can't do this to me! I'm a respected American citizen of this state; just because I am a minority it does not give you the right to treat me like this! I want to talk to your Manager, who's in charge of this place? Yelled Kumar at the young waiter and the two big men who overpowered him.

A young man in a well dressed business suit approached Kumar. What is going on here man? He asked Kumar.

Oh hey Roldy! You see these two white clowns here just forcefully kicked me out from the restaurant and on top of that they physically assaulted me! I was doing nothing!

Sir, you were smoking cigarette in a "No Cigarrete Smoking" place, the young waiter said.

Ahhh for crying out loud! Kumar groaned. How many times do I have to tell you, this is not a cigarette, it's called marijuana..marijuana joint! So I'm all clean here man.

Holy Sh*t man! Harold gasped. You didn't..wha-what the hell man? You can't just do that in a public place, they can throw you in Jail! Have you ever heard of Guantanamo bay? Asked Harold.

Yeah I have, he answered.

Oh ok well have you heard what they would do to you there? They would force you to eat this infamous cockmeat sandwich man!

Now what the hell is cockmeat sandwich? Kumar asked.

I don't know what the hell is that but I'm pretty sure that is something that is really, really not good. It's probably a sandwich with a dingdong and pair of balls. Hey! I'm not bailing you out this time man, uh oh, no freaking way.

Well Roldy that is just plain retard man! There's no way they gonna throw me in Guantanamo bay just by smoking a roll of weed. I can even smoke one of this God's wonder on a plane without those plane marshals or some stupid old racist lady catching me, Kumar stated while he giggled.

Just throw the bong away and apologize to them, Harold nervously asked Kumar while looking at the two big men.

No way man, they are the one who hurt me here, they should be the one apologizing to me, I'm gonna sue your asses and your "No Smoking Cigarette-but not marijuana and if you still smoke marijuana we're still going to kick your ass by these two overgrown white freaks of America" restaurant and then you can kiss my brown ass after the hearing trial, Kumar shouted.

Oh for God sake! Kumar, let's just go its getting dark soon, I really don't have time for your crap man, Harold pulls Kumar's arm while walking away from the scene.

Kumar turned his back to them and yelled while giving them a middle finger. This is not the last time you going to see me again, you hear me? I shall be back just like what General McArthur told to those Filipinos, oh yeah! Surprised? you egg headed white douches? I know my history quite well, Kumar yells.

What the hell are you saying man? You're not a Filipino, Harold said.

Well, I'm close to them; you know Filipinos are like first cousin of Indians, so it's all good man.

Harold sighed, let's just go home man.

The two friends continued their argument while walking on their way home.

So how was the date with that Korean chick man? Did you let her touch your sausage? Eh? Eh? Look at you! All grown up and shit, letting some Korean chick touch your wiener and nuggets, Kumar asked with a big silly grin on his face.

Dude! That is just disgusting man! Harold replied. Mhing Lei and I are just co-workers and we only had a glass of smoothies while discussing about the marketing plan for the next month budget and besides she is not Korean, she's from Thailand, Harold explained.

Oh who gives a rat's ass! Korean, Thais, Taiwanese, Chinese it's all the same man, you guys have all chinky eyes.

Man, now who is being a racist here huh? You are! Harold angrily pointed his finger at Kumar

Oh cry me a river Jet Li. I was joking, and look at you! Already planning for the next month budget, ain't that so responsible of you as a family man, "oooohh Harold and Mhing Lei sitting on a tree F-U-C-"

"Yarrrgghhhh" a loud scream that came from the dark alley interrupted their conversation.

What the hell was that man? Harold asked Kumar while grabbing Kumar's arm.

Dude, stop being a fag man, It's probably some old fart who is having a heart-attack while watching porn; It happens all the time, trust me.

What the fu..dude! you are really sick you know that? Harold said while he was still hugging Kumar's arm

Oh come on dude, that's just a typical life of an old-aged man, pretty much your Dad watches porn too while your Mom is away, heck, even while your mom is sleeping. Come on let's check it out

Ahh i don't really have time for this crap of yours Kumar.

They ran toward the dark alley where they heard the scream and to their shock, they saw a huge man in a bloody trench coat, around 6'5", bald and have pale skin, feeding on a lifeless body of an old-aged man.

Holy Sh*t man, Holy sh*t, did you see that? Asked Kumar to Harold who almost dropped his jaw on what they have witnessed. Oh my god, so I was right! He was an old aged man, Kumar added.

What? No screw that Kumar! That guy is doing a Hannibal Lecter on that poor bastard! We need to call the police.

Y-yeah, yeah..you're right lemme call the Police. As soon as Kumar is about to reach his phone in his pocket, his phone rang, playing the famous Disco Stick song by Lady Gaga. The huge creature heard the music and turned his head backward.

What the hell man? Turn it off! Oh god oh god oh god, he freaking saw us man, that thing just turned his head 360 degree! Harold Cried.

Kumar answered his phone. Oh you freaking Jewish, man! It's only Rosenberg, hey Rosen! Sup man, you're not gonna believe what we just saw here this big dude just did a Hanni... and as soon as Kumar was about to finish his sentence the creature opened his mouth and loosen up a deafening screech.

Oh god what the hell!.. I think my ears are bleeding! Kumar screamed. Roldy man! We need to get away in here man, let's go.

And just before Kumar could even stand up from the massive screech he just heard, the creature pounded him and opened his big mouth once again, ready to have his second meal on Kumar.

Seeing this, Harold snapped out from the fright on what just happened and started to find any object around him that could distract the creature from feeding on Kumar. Harold turned his head to the right and found a sack of ice melt road salt in the corner of the garbage bins.

Road salt? In this mid-spring season? Ahh who cares, I can use this to shove this into that dick head's big mouth, Harold thought.

He scooped a handful of the road salt and threw it right in the creature's pale face. The creature jumped away from Kumar and cried in an agonizing pain. Steam came out from the creature's face while he was rolling on the ground. Harold saw this opportunity to grab Kumar who was still injured from the creature's attack.

Oh dude, you saved me man, thank you! Thank you. Kumar said while he was trying to stand.

Man, are you alright? Did he bite you or something? Harold asked

I'm all good man, my left ear bled from that thing's screech and I just sprained my leg when he tackled me, aside from that, I'm alright. Kumar stated.

The creature stood up, lifted up his face and snarled at them. The two boys saw his badly burnt face. The creature's claws started to grow sharply. It attempted to scare them by cutting the metal pipe bolted on the wall at the back of the building in the dark alley where Harold and Kumar would ultimately meet their demise. Instead of running for their lives, Harold and Kumar just widened their eyes, opened their mouths and their jaws almost fell, much for their shock staring at the presence of the creature in a bloody trench coat.

Dude, this thing is like a freaking Wolverine, muttered Kumar. We still gonna die here man, he added.

The creature charged the boys, reaching his hand and ready to take their lives and then it stopped.

The creature straighten its posture, its claws pulled back to its fingers and threw a big smile to them. The creature opened its mouth, sighed and spoke in a deep male raspy voice for the first time. I have caused too much commotion here; I think one soul is enough for tonight

Oh thank you, thank you! I think so too, I think you are full now, that old dude deserved what he got, don't worry about what happened here, we won't tell anyone about this, we'll keep the body, clean everything, forget about this bloody night we've experience, just please! Please don't kill us, we'll do anything, Harold begged.

Yeah man, really, we won't tell anyone, not a soul! Kumar added.

The creature laughed and grabbed Harold and Kumar's by their necks.

Sharrggghh, he growled. And you think I would just let you run away, not after what you have seen, I am full, but you two can serve as my breakfast and lunch for tomorrow, you will save me the trouble of going back and forth to your pathetic world. You two are coming with me....to hell!

The whole place shook like a small earthquake, the ground cracked open and the three covered in a red blinding flash, and just like that they disappeared, leaving only the corpse of the old man the creature feasted on.

It was 7:30AM; local police were conducting an investigation about the corpse they have found in the alley of Front and George Street. Suddenly, two men, one in his mid 20s and the other one in his early 30s, in a nice well dressed American coat, just like what you have seen in CSI and any of those Crime Scene Drama series approached an officer who was searching for any identity of the corpse.

What do we have here officer? In a raspy voice said the man in his early 30s

And who the hell are you two? The office responded.

We're sorry, my name is Agent Sam, Sam Padalecki and this is my partner Agent Dean Ackles, and we're from FBI, showing their fake FBI badges to the officer.

Of course, these are not their real names, since they are still wanted by the police all over America. But we all know who is who.

The officer had a quick glance on their fake badges. Well, we found a body of an old man, probably in his 50's; we identified him as David Nutter, a local resident of this area, owned a mini-store just across the street. His wife told us he was still with her at around 6:00 pm; he went out to pay the bills and never came back since then. This poor bastard had his stomach all clean the ribs are still there, well some are hanging, first time we got this in this quiet town, usually we would blame an animal attack but according on what we are seeing here, no bite marks, scratches, hell! there's no even any sign of struggling here, looks like he just lied there and let whatever sick bastard do a buffet on him.

Dean took off his shades, lowered his head and looked at the corpse. Sam nudged Dean and showed a black piece of granite, somehow burnt. Dean, what do you think?

We need to call Bobby, said Dean.

That won't be necessary, said a voice they heard behind them.

Castiel? Sam asked with a surprise look on his face.

-To be continued

*Well there you have it! My first chapter of my The Winchester brother meet Harold and Kumar, chapter 2 will be up next, depends on the spare time I can get. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading *