Title: Welcome to Night Hunt
Pairing: Carlos x Cecil
Rating: OT for language, violence, crude humor and sexual references
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor Welcome to Night Vale
A/N: Let's get hunting
A male with blonde hair sitting down before a sound board. The desk was neat, comfortable, and had a picture of the man sitting there and a tan skinned man. The man sitting there wore a black button up shirt, a purple tie and vest. Downwards he wore dress pants with dress shoes and socks that were also black. He wasn't tall or short. Fat or thin. He had a third eye that rested on his forehead. But he wore glasses for the two he had. Lowering a microphone, and placing violet headphones over his head switching a few switches. A cat came up and climbed onto his shoulder as the male set up. The cat was a deep midnight violet. A spiked spine, small but moving the thin fur you could see. An eye was missing as the eye lid was sewed closed. half of one of his front legs were gone. The nub covered. But he could walk like anyone else. The man than took a deep breathe as the red light began glow saying 'ON AIR'.
"Things aren't always as it seems. We must know what is reality and what is fantasy. Welcome to, Night Vale."
Two men in their car drove down the dessert high way. The driver in the 1967 Impala had short dirty blonde hair, with bright beautiful green eyes. On his tan-ish skin his face was adored with freckles. The man next to him, had jungle hazel eyes, with almost shoulder length chocolate hair. Looking onto his laptop, his eyes looked as if they were glowing due to the computer's light. Coming into a town as the sun started to set. Moving to the first hotel they saw in the desert town. The town looked a bit odd and dark for it's strange time of day, a random glowing cloud hovering wherever, the Arby's sign flickering like a bug light, a few hooded figures staring from behind the gates of the dog park. The freckled male blinked a bit and looked to the taller male who sat next to him.
"Sammy you see that?" The male who was called 'Sammy' frowned and looked over, blinking a bit.
"Yeah I see that... The hell?" He said and looked to the other, "What do you think that is, Dean?"
"Weird as fuck that's what." Dean said and got out of the car into the hotel, followed by Sam. The man behind the counter smiled a bit to the men, he looked so off and strange. He tilted his head as he spoke in a weird tone.
"Hello there sirs. How may I help you?"
"Two beds for my brother and I." Dean said and placed a fake id down with a stolen credit card that matched the identity. The man ran it through and booked them in after a small discussion the two went to their room. Once inside Sam grabbed the note by the radio blinking.
"Get this... 'Turn the radio on. It's on a set station'." Sam looked to Dean who sat their bags down.
"Well do it." Dean said, Sam rolled his eyes, "Maybe something interesting." Sam turned the radio on and sat on the bed nearby as Dean unpacked. A deep calming voice spoke through the radio.
"Listeners. I heard there is two new people in Night Vale." Sam and Dean stared at the hotel's radio, "One happens to be tall, old woman Josie says he's quite handsome. And the angels know him. His name is Dean Winchester. And the other is extremely tall. I mean really! Is he a moose? The angels say that his name is Sam, his younger brother." The voice said and the Winchesters looked at each other confused.
"I'm being informed by intern Danna that Sam has as amazing hair that rivals Carlos, our neighborhood scientist.." Cecil looked up from his computer and glared at Danna across the way. She just shrugged and Cecil rolled his eyes, "Listeners... I doubt his hair is as PERFECT and soft as Carlos'.. I should know. He IS my boyfriend. Anyway... Don't forget to greet these two men." Cecil flipped the pages over as Khoshekh was nestled within Cecil's lap. Cecil laid back a bit petting the cat as he read on.
"Now let's take a look at next week on our community calendar; Monday is rock day. Throw rocks at people you hate. It'll be nice for them to know how much you hate them. Tuesday is Trickster Tuesday! Play pranks on all your friends. Make sure it doesn't open any vortexes like last year. That's right I'm looking at you Kenny. That wasn't very funny. Wednesday is Anti-Speed day; everyone must drive at least 80 miles per hour in all their cars. Except bikes.. Bikes don't go very fast. Thursday is the PTA meeting about dinosaurs in student's back packs, don't bring your dinosaur to school children. Your pet deserves to stay home where it belongs. Friday is the annual adopt a pet day. The Night Vale radio station workers had admitted they're pets are over breeding. Khoshekh here had his second litter as you know and are old enough to be adopted. They're home with Carlos. I and a few other pet owners will be bringing their young outside the Night Vale radio station it self. The parents of these pets will PICK the right pet for you. So don't go running up to the babies. The parents will be upset. Saturday is canceled to a spelling error. And Sunday is Sundae Sunday! Go to your closest ice cream parlor and demand a sundae. Even if it has something you're allergic to on and or in it. Sundaes are free all day."
Cecil removed his glasses, "Listeners, it has come to my attention that things... Aren't always going to be well in Night Vale.. A lot of things worry me. Because well... Things. I don't know if I should bring up... Things that normal worry. Future... Past... But let's focus on now. Now is what is happening. This is what we shall worry. Because if we worry of past or future... How are we gonna continue on in life? This is Cecil Palmer and I'm here to say... Good night Night Vale... Good night.."
It was after the broadcast and signing out. Cecil allowed Khoshekh to rest in his arms as he started to walk. Not even walking for from the door Cecil was stopped seeing Sam and Dean sitting on the Impala. Cecil rose a brow and Khoshekh hissed a bit his spiked spine showing as the cat crawled onto Cecil's back.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Cecil asked and Sam looked to his brother who was fighting the allergies of Khoshekh's fur.
"Yeah.." Sam said looking back to Cecil, "You kinda brought our names up on the whole station.."
"Now the city knows about us." Dean said sniffing. Cecil assured Khoshekh, looking to the brothers.
"Well.. That's how things happen... Here it's normal to announce things such as this."
"That s-..." Sam looked behind Cecil, "What's that?" He pointed to a hooded figure and Cecil did a 'no' gesture. Than waved to the two leaving. The brothers were so confused but they accepted it. Things they guessed... Was gonna be weird..