To say the silence in the impala was awkward would be an understatement. The two hunters had claimed the front seat, which left Homestuck in the back at one window, Supernatural's body at the other window, and Supernatural's head in between them. The body and head had been covered in a threadbare blanket at Homestuck's suggestion.

The fandom himself found he couldn't sit still with the stiff air of the vehicle; he constantly fidgeted. He tried to keep his attention on the passing scenery, but he found himself making uncomfortable eye contact with Dean in the rear view mirror, much to the annoyance of both parties.

After the second hour of driving Homestuck sighed in resignation, "Alright. So let's just get your questions out of the way. Ask away,"

The two hunters looked at each other. Sam opened and closed his mouth, jaw flexing, as he weighted the sincerity of Homestuck's question.

The older Winchester seemed to collect his bearings at the sudden question as he was the first to ask , "What the hell are you guys?" Dean had relaxed his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel,

"Well, short answer? Fandoms." Homestuck said with a shrug. When he noticed that neither brother understood what he mean the elaborated, "Long answer? Fictional works personified. Usually newer works, but there are some 'older' fandoms." He paused for a moment to think. "You know when I said I was six sweeps? That's what my 'world' uses as time measurements. I was 'born' or whatever in 2009. But Winnie was born in 2005. And ,ah, he's with your universe. It's very confusing to explain if you're not meta, er, outside a universe."

"Wait, so let me get this straight. You're from another universe, and you're roughly the age of a toddler." Sam asked as he turned to face the fanom in the back seat.

"Yep," Homestuck answered with a smile. When he didn't elaborate both brothers decided to leave it at that. Dean turned up the music as they continued to drive.

It was early morning when they finally found the car. A black impala identical to the Winchester's on the outside own in almost everyway was parked in the middle of a clearing of trees. The ground was lush, tall grass and wild flowers surrounded the area; save for a perfect circle around the car itself looked pristine.

The only difference was the world's globe that hung from the rear view mirror. However, Homestuck knew that inside had Supernatural's mean of communication with the other fandoms; a homemade computer built into the dash, that had pesterchum as it's main feature as well as a device that projected maps onto his dashboard. The interior itself had everything identical to the Winchester's car, same black seats, same carvings, the only difference was a globe that hung from the mirror; a gift from Hetalia.

Sam turned towards Homestuck with a raised eyebrow, "What're we supposed to do?"

Homestuck scratched his chin, "well, usually we leave the body of the fandom in the place of regeneration to sort itself out; in this case, Winnie's car. At least that's how I'm told it's done," he said as he furrowed his brows, "This is usually done to me so I'm not sure."

"Right, well let's just try." Sam said skeptically. The younger Winchester crossed his arms across his chest. He seemed to think before something occurred to him, "wait, what do you mean this happens to you?"

"I, ah, have a general disregard for that whole 'mortality' thing. Winnie's always on my case," Homestuck answered, patting his friend's head absently. After he realised what he had done he whipped his hand on his already dirty shirt. He stuck out his tongue in disgust before he schooled his expression once again, "he really doesn't like that I just throw myself into harm's way for fun. Hell, even death's way if it's funny."

"Why would you do that?" Sam asked, confused.

"Irony," Homestuck answered simply before he opened his door. He shrugged at the way the younger Winchester's face twisted in confusion before he got out of the car.

Sam looked at Dean, his expression reading, 'what the hell?'

To which his brother's answered with a look of, 'I don't even know, man.'

Both Winchesters curiously looked out the driver's side window and saw the fandom holding his friend's head loosely, like a basketball, as he walked towards the almost identical impala. They both saw the teen turn around and impatiently tap his foot against the grassy ground.

"Guess we better join him?" Sam questioned as he and Dean turned to look at each other.

Dean nodded and turned shut off the engine; leaving crickets chirping and the wind swishing the grass as the only sounds in the grassy clearing.

"I guess we should see what he wants," Dean said as he exited the impala. Sam waited as he heard the muffled voice of his brother as Dean asked what the teen wanted them to do and, after a response that Sam couldn't hear, his brother opened the car's back door. Dean's voice was tired as he said, "he wants us to bring the body."

Sam nodded and got out of the passenger seat. He opened the back door and helped his brother move the body so that Dean could cradle the decapitated teen.

Dean held Supernatural's body closer to himself than strictly necessary. He resolutely kept his gaze from the teen's headless frame. As he looked ahead he saw Homestuck trying, and succeeding, to jimmy-hook the other impala. The grey, alien, teen waved him over. Dean pointedly ignored to way he cradled Supernatural's decapitated head; it was as if he was holding a basketball.

The elder Winchester walked up to Homestuck and waited as the teen was busy rearranging something in the car. When he emerged Homestuck no longer held the head, in fact, he looked rather shocked that Dean had followed him.

"Oh! Thanks," Homestuck said before he gestured towards the backseat of the impala, "you can lay him there. I've put his his head on the other side so if we leave him he should be good as ne in no time."

Dean, confused as he was at this point, followed the teens' instructions. Once Supernatural's body was lying inside the grey teen closed the door and walked back towards Dean's car. Dean, not really knowing what to do, followed suit.

"Now what?" Dean said as he caught up to the Homestuck.

"We just have to wait a bit. He'll come back when he's ready." the teen said confidently. However Dean noticed the fandom's nervous shifting; the way he played with his shirt, and how he didn't look him in the eye.

Dean nodded, and ignored the strange behaviour for Homestuck's sake before looking back towards the other the corner of his eye he saw Sam waving him over, so he went to talk to his brother.

After nothing immediately happened Homestuck started doubting that he had done this properly. What if we did it wrong? What if he's not coming back, Oh, Gog Winnie please comeback,

Homestuck hadn't looked away from his friends car. He was lost in his thoughts as the car began to glow an almost blinding blue-white. When the light had registered he immediately warned the brothers.

"Cover your eyes!" He yelled at the two brothers as he flew over and pushed them to the ground behind the car. He ignored their shouts of protest and smiled to himself; fuck yeah Winnie, that's why you're my friend.