When the group pulled up to Bobby's it was mid-day. Dean looked into the rear view mirror only to find both teenagers asleep. He then looked at Sam with his eyebrows raised, his brother simply shrugged. Sam reached back and tapped the jacket-clad one on the arm.

"Hey, we're here. Get up." Sam was met with a tired groans from the two.

"C'mon guys," Dean tried. This time the one with the jacket stirred, when he opened up his eyes he had a look of annoyance that reminded Dean of a young Sam.

"Where're we?" He grumbled before yawning.

"Our destination. Now come on, we have to question you both," Sam explained while he barely contained a laugh.

"'Course," he drove his elbow into the other one's side, "Homes, c'mon. We gotta go to the panic room."

The brothers looked at each other in surprise, how'd he know that, Dean thought as he looked at Sam. Before either could ask how the teen could possibly know that, the grey skinned one let out a loud yawn. When they looked back they saw the brown-haired kid glaring daggers at the other.

"Oh, what do you want, Winnie," the horned one asked as he rolled his eyes.

The other one looked back at Dean with a look that seemed to say, can you believe this guy? Dean shrugged back at him before remembering he was supposed to be suspicious of the two 'teenagers'.

"We have'ta go in and answer questions about our entire being." Came the cocky response.

He's so much like Sam was when he was sixteen, Dean thought almost smiling fondly. He shook himself out of the comfortable haze that seemed to surround him in the presence of the two.

"Excuse me, but if you two are done." Sam said, gesturing towards the house.

Both of the back seats' occupants looked at eachother, Grey-skin shrugging while Brown-jacket sighed. They each got out and with that the two walked inside. The Winchesters were quick to follow the duo, not wanting to let either of them out of their sights. They entered to see the two arguing about weapons.

"C'mon, Homes I know you have something on you," said the freckled-face one with a glare. They saw him throw his arms up in frustrations as the other shook his head. Dean saw his jaw clench and unclench before he continued, "You at least have a gun and a lance, just put them on the table."

"Fine," came the curt answer. The other glared as a purple cartoonish rifle and a lance painted in different greys fell on the floor beside him. He turned on his heel and headed for the stairs. Everyone heard the angry stomps and then the slam of the panic rooms' solid iron door.

With a weary sigh, the teenager that was left bent down and picked up both of the over-sized weapons, before putting them on the table. He reached into his pockets, and produced a gun identical to Dean's taurus pistol, unloaded it, and put everything on the table before stepping away, he then turned towards the brothers and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

As Dean looked closer he noticed the two lumps in the other's jacket. He narrowed his eyes and nudged Sam.

"Sammy, you see that?" He whispered so only his brother could hear. He gestured to the kid's back.

"Yeah," His brother's voice held a note of confusion, "but what are they?"

Dean shrugged and both of them looked back up to see the kid staring at them, shifting from foot to foot, obviously nervous.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, a light pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Well we can start with those lumps on your back," Dean said, sternly.

"The lumps on my…." He trailed off, "oh, those. Yeah, hold on."

Dean and Sam watched as the teenager reached behind himself, somewhat awkwardly, and squirmed around. Neither was prepared for the inky black wings that sprung up from behind the kid's shoulders.

Supernatural shifted under the brothers' intense gazes. I feel bad for all the demons now, he thought as he tried to look anywhere but at the two hunters, this shit is intimidating. He cleared his throat and mentally prepared himself for the interrogation that was about to take place.

"Well, go on. I know you have questions," he said as he turned a ring nervously, "I would."

"Well, first off who and what are you?" Sam asked while Dean just continue to openly stare.

"I'm Supernatural," he trailed off. He thought about how exactly he should answer, I guess the direct approach is the best, he decided. He looked up and made eye contact with Sam, "I'm everything you've ever faced."

Shocked silence met his statement. Supernatural could tell the brothers wanted more to go on however his mind was racing a mile a minute. His thoughts both on how to answer the questions his response was bound to create as well as on his fellow fandom in the panic room. He knew that Homestuck didn't like being contained for too long, especially in small areas for long periods of was brought out of his thoughts by Dean snapping his fingers in front of his face. The older Winchester looked annoyed.

"You care to elaborate." Dean said, clearly for the second time.

"I mean, my name is Supernatural, and I am literally everything you've ever faced or read about." He put his hand in his jacket pulled out his black brick of a phone.

He used the projector, which Doctor Who had built into the phone's old camera, to display a hologram of his hunting journal for the brothers to see. A list of creatures made up the index of his journal, with a flick of his hand he flipped to the next digital page, which showed even more.

He looked up at the brothers and was about to say more when his phone vibrated in his hand. He closed the journal and checked his messages.

"So, may or may not have gotten bored," The text from Homestuck said.

"You didn't do anything, right?" Supernatural sent back, as he started to grow anxious.

All the response he got has a winking face, much to his annoyance.

Supernatural sighed. Fucking perfect. the idiot got bored, I just hope it's not a fucking painting.

Sam reached up and grabbed his phone, he turned it around in his giant hands.. When is this kid from? He looked at the black flip phone in his hands before pocketing it.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Supernatural's displeasure clear in the way his wings flapped indignantly.

"You can't expect us to let you keep this," Sam paused as he examined the cell phone, "seriously when is this even from? Who uses these kinds of phones anymore?"

Supernatural stood up straighter and his wings puffed up, much to the brothers' amusement. Supernatural knew where this was going, the other more technological fandoms often tried to get him to trade in his flip phone for a newer model.

"It's a good phone," he grumbled, "and it's same one Dean had in season, I mean, a few years ago."

A rather uncomfortable silence overtook the trio as the brothers had caught on to Supernatural's slip. Years! Years, not seasons, you idiot. Why are you so useless, Supernatural silently panicked. He shook his head to try and rid himself of the negativity.

"Right," Sam said as he glanced at Dean, "What about your friend?"

"Oh, him. His name's Homestuck," the fandom paused, racking his brain for any useful details on his new friend. Both brothers looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "Uh, he likes art? And please don't mention the apocalypse. He'll get all teary-eyed, or nerdy, I'm not sure."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the trio before Dean cleared his throat, "okay if that's all you've got to say, we might as well question the other one."

"Alright, I'll go get him," Supernatural made a hasty retreat. Homestuck and a room great for god tier practice, he thought, fuck that.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face. Why do I feel like I know this kid? He thought as the fandom pushed off the wall and walked towards the basement. He looked up in time to see Sam put the phone in his pocket.

"I'm keeping this by the way." Sam said as he pulled out of Supernatural's -who was reaching for it- reach. "Seriously though, a flip phone?" He raised his eyebrows as Supernatural flushed.

"It's a good phone! I don't understand what everyone has against it! It's durable so it doesn't break if it falls out of my pocket, and it has a kick ass set of ring tones!" His wings puffed up as he tried to defend his brick of a phone. Supernatural coughed awkwardly and made his wings smooth down to a more neutral state. Stop fucking rambling like an idiot, he thought to himself. He felt a blush that had started and decided to make his retreat, "I'm just goin' to go and get my friend now…."

Supernatural turned around and quickly made his way to the basement, leaving both hunters in a confused silence.