Upstairs, Homestuck woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, If they haven't done it already, then soon I'll have a trickster to deal with. Jegus I hope that the cure doesn't fuck with this universe.
He started to make his way out the room when he heard Supernatural's frantic yelling from what sounded like a phone speaker. He jumped up and flew out the door, and made it halfway downstairs before he heard his friend's voice again. This time it was sickly sweet, and Homestuck felt his blood run cold. Oh, fuck me.
"We are coming to get you." Castiel narrowed his eyes at Supernatural's tone.
"No thanks bro, I'm fine here. Tootles!" The line went dead and Castiel handed the phone to Dean before flying off.
Dean and Bobby just looked at each other, shocked by Supernatural's apparent change of heart towards being rescued.
Sam cleared his throat getting their attention. When the two looked towards him he turned his laptop around and pointed at the digital map on the screen that lead to 118 Rockwell.
"118 Rockwell. What a piece of shit." Dean said as Sam, Homestuck, and himself pulled up in front of an old warehouse.
The brothers and Homestuck had pulled up to a decrepit looking warehouse. The darkness surrounding the building led the group to believe that it had no lights. A quick look up revealed that the windows had been broken, the metal siding was rusted. The property around the warehouse could be described as overgrown at best, with wooden pallets and an abundance of metal poles sticking out of from various places at various angles.
Without waiting for the brothers Homestuck opened the door and started towards the rusted door of the warehouse.
"Hey wait!" Sam ran around to Homestucks side. The fandom paused mid step, and turned to face him.
"What." Sam took a step back at the look in Homestuck's eyes. The fandom looked scared for his friend, but angry for some reason unknown to Sam.
"It's just…." Hearing his voice come out slightly higher than usual, Sam cleared his throat before continuing, "We don't know what's in there," Homestuck raised an eyebrow in a 'yeah, and' kind of motion, "We need a plan."
"I got one. Kill whoever took my friend and….and," his brows wrinkled together, "and I'll figure the rest out later," he nodded to himself..
As he turned his head back around and took a step forward he ran into what felt like a brick wall. He bounced back and felt arms catch him before he could fall. Homestuck looked up and saw Castiel's beige coat. "What is this? Stop me from saving Supernatural day? Let go," he pushed away from Castiel, forcing the angel to release him. "Now fuck off."
As Homestuck started to walk around him, Castiel grabbed his shoulder and looked at him like a general dealing with a complex plan. "No. We need to think rationally. It won't do him any good if you get caught."
Homestuck relented after a few seconds of an intense staring contest, nodding and turning towards the brothers. "Fine. But if what I think happened, you know….happened, then you have to listen to me."
Dean who had been quietly observing up until now spoke up. "What do you think happened?"
"Let's just say he's incredibly dangerous and shouldn't be fucked with. Mean by you two. Just when we see him, he's not himself. Remember that." Homestuck summoned his paint brush in its multi-coloured sharp edged glory, "You have to stay back. I'll handle him."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean bristled at being treated like an ametuer, "You aren't going in there alone!"
"What? No. I meant I'll handle Supernatural, and you handle whatever else is there." Homestuck saw Dean's eyes widened as he glanced behind the fandom. He followed his gaze before seeing what the older Winchester was looking at. "What're you-?" He gazed up and his face twisted in horror as the reality of the situation set in.
An all too familiar sickly sweet laugh sounded from one of the high warehouse windows. "Whatcha talkin' bout' Home bro?" Looking up to said window revealed Supernatural, covered in shadow. Homestuck could make out his too wide grin, and his too sharp teeth. He felt himself shiver as the horror of Supernatural gone trickster hit him.
"Well?" Supernatural jumped down and floated just shy of a foot off the ground. Homestuck heard the two brothers gasp as they took in Supernatural's trickster appearance.
His hair had dried blood in it as well as being a shade darker than usual. Hiis eyes glowed red where the iris should've been, and his mouth which always scowled was now spread unnaturally wide, giving him the appearance of the cheshire cat with razor sharp teeth. His already pale skin looked sickly and his fingernails had turned into claws. His clothes had remained relatively the same, but they looked like Supernatural had been rolling in barbed wire and blood.
"Hey boys! How're you this fine evening? We didn't get to talk much on the phone!" Supernatural started to float closer to the group but was met with the sharp multi-coloured end of Homestuck's paintbrush. He gave the other fandom a fake pout before continuing "Aw, Homes c'mon I just want to talk."
"Fuck no." He tightened the grip on his brush and pushed forward. Supernatural looked passed him at the brothers.
"I gotta say Moose, Hellbound, you guys have no idea what you've gotten yourselves into," He looked at Castiel, "You to. I'm surprised you're thinking for yourself."
Knowing his friend would hate himself for insulting his favourite people Homestuck grit his teeth before continuing, "Go into the warehouse and see what you can find. Don't come out until I say so. I got him."
"What? Are you insane, look at him! They did something to him!" Dean was now beside his brother.
Sam looked at the fandoms and noticed that Homestuck's shoulders were shaking.
"Go!" Homestuck's voice was watery and Sam noticed the thick tears rolling down his face.
Castiel grabbed the brother's by the collars and teleported into the old building.
Once the others had disappeared Homestuck turned his attention back on Supernatural. "That went well. What, you don't want them seeing you murder a friend?"
"Shut up! Just tell me who did this and how!" Homestuck pushed forward more, drawing blood from the trickster fandom.
Supernatural smiled before raising his clawed hands. "That wouldn't be no fun. tell you what. You win you can ask him yourself." He ducked under the other's brush and went for Homestuck's throat with his claws.
The other three landed in the middle of a trashed room. Bodies littered the ground, and wood was thrown everywhere. Yelling, and the clanging of metal could be heard from what they assumed was the fight going on between the two 'teenagers'.
"Cas, warning next time!" Dean pushed away and examined their surroundings. "What the hell happened here?"
"A fight involving grace." Cas stated. He looked around confused. "These were demons."
Sam went to look at the debris around the wide one-roomed warehouse. He noticed a turned over table with markings all over it. Around the table were all types or herds, bones, and candles.
"Uh, guys. It looks like a ritual." Sam called to the others who had began looking around as well. Dean walked to join him and he bent down to pick up one of candles that had a symbol carved onto it, he handed it to the angel who had come up behind the two brothers.
Sam turned to the angel and asked, "What do you think Cas? Ritual gone bad?"
"No. It did exactly what they wanted." At the confused looks on the brothers' faces he continued, "I believe the proper term is 'be careful what you wish for'. The demons wanted to bring forth a powerful evil. They used Supernatural.''
The three stood in silence, too preoccupied to notice how quiet it had gotten. Cas handed the candle back.
Dean looked at it once more before he dropped it, "You think they knew he has grace?"
"Maybe that's why they used him." Sam shrugged, "Homestuck seems to know we should ask him."
Sam and Dean whipped their heads towards each other, just noticing how quiet it had gone.
"Shit! Homestuck! We need to see if he's alright!" Dean started towards the partly broken door.
"Dean wait." Castiel's voice boomed and before anyone knew what had happened he was covering Dean from the roof collapsing in above them.
Hey guys...So I know it's not long, and you've waited a bit. I've had writers block for a while, but I'm working on the next chapter now! Yeah, thank's for following and all that c: have a good day/week and please leave a review! (Also I have another story on ao3 that's a Merlin and Homestuck crossover that I'll finish after this one.)