After having his nose broken all Homestuck wanted to do was go to his room and make some shitty art. Unfortunately he had to try and hash out who had, not only, trapped Supernatural and him in Winnie's word, but also who had taken his friend and turned him trickster. He sniffed unthinkingly and flinched at the sharp pain he felt. Looks like I'll have to set it before it completely heals, he thought as he scowled.

The fandom was brought out of his musings by Sam's, "what exactly just happened?"

"Well," Homestuck started, unsure how to continue. He took a breath as he faced Sam, "as far as I know something or someone is fucking with my friend and I. On top of that, I need to set this so," he made a vague gesture for Sam to cover his ears.

The fandom put his, now half healed, nose between his hands. He took a breath, counted to eight, and snapped the cartilage back into place.

"Fuck," he snarled in alternian. He took a few deep breaths and wiped the excess blood on his already stained shirt. He shook himself and turned to the hunter and said, "I know you have questions, shoot."

The hunter looked like he was barely restraining himself from launching into a flurry of questions. He shifted from foot to foot and was clenching his jaw.

"So are you aware when you're," the hunter paused, clearly unsure. He wouldn't make eye contact with the fandom.

"Insane?" Homestuck supplied. He sighed, "yes and no. Your perception gets warped, like suddenly all these horrible things that you would never do seem like the best thing in the world," he shuddered as he recalled his own brief fall into the mad world of being trickster, "it's like the strongest drug trip you can imagine mixed with hypnosis, but amped up and never ending until someone does what I did to Winnie."

As Sam was about to ask another question Castiel appeared again. He informed them that Dean was waiting for them.

"He refuses to get in the car with the body, yet he seems eager to leave," the angel said; confusion coloured his voice.

Thank fuck for small miracles, Homestuck thought as Sam was forced to drop the subject for now. He gathered up his friend's head and walked out of the warehouse.

Dean had told Cas to go away. He then proceeded to sit in his car and slam his palms on the steering wheel hard enough to bruise. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from yelling out in frustration, I should be better than this. I should be able to control myself, he thought as a mixture of anger, confusion, and grief swirled around his mind. He clenched his eyes shut and focussed on his breathing. In, out. In, out. He forced himself to relax and tried to catalogue his thought.

After his burst of anger a profound wave of guilt filled his chest. A guilt usually affiliated with Sam being injured. He was confused. While, logically, he knew that this kid wasn't a big deal, his instincts told him that Supernatural was family; which didn't make any sense. He found himself tensing up again. Your fault, Dean, his own voiced mocked him, another life lost because you weren't fast enough.

He brought his hands up to run through his hair, but ended up clenching the short strands instead. He pulled to find some form of physical outlet, but found gentle, but strong, hand prying his hands away. Must've missed the noise, Dean thought as he opened his eyes enough to make out Cas. He felt the ache of on coming bruises fade as the angel continued to hold his hands. He allowed this brief moment of vulnerability, too tired to reprimand his best friend.

"I can't take you to his car, I must find out who did this. I'm sure you feel the irrational pull towards Supernatural. It, " Castiel paused. Much to the hunter's dismay he let go of Dean's hands, "unsettles me. I will be back soon."

Dean nodded.

"You should start the car," the angel said flatly, "the others are coming."

With that Castiel disappeared. Dean turned on the ignitions and the impala roared to life. He looked into the rear view mirror and saw the others exit the decrepit warehouse.

Sam was carrying Supernatural's body, while Homestuck carried his head. Dean pointedly looked away; not able to look at the body that caused his current turmoil or Homestuck's blood that had dried on the fandom's face. He felt more than heard the heavy car doors open and close as he collected himself. Almost in a dase he put the car into drive and followed the unnatural pull towards an unknown location.