It was a million-to-one chance that it could happen. But it did.

Two jutsu, one made by the fourth Hokage, the other by his student, clashed in the Valley of the End.

Naruto's aim veered slightly to the left, and it impaled into Sasuke's heart right as a rift opened. Naruto was sucked in and knocked out cold by the aftermath of using that much of the fox's chakra. Kakashi arrived too late to save either of his students, though he did collect Sasuke's corpse.

As a safety precaution, he destroyed the eyes. Danzo had been far too eager to implant them if they failed to retrieve Sasuke alive.

He could only hope Naruto found a way back.


Dean and Sam were halfway to Bobby's when something impacted on the hood of their car. It took Sam eight seconds to realize it was a kid... and he was bleeding heavily.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We are not loading some half-dead kid into my baby! Not without a blanket!" said Dean.

Dean took out some holy water just in case, as he didn't think salt would be a good idea with how many open wounds this kid had. He looked like hell. He carefully splashed the kid's face, and to his shock the kid moaned.

Sam bundled him up in an old blanket and they high-tailed it to Bobby's. They were only a few hours away, and with the way this kid appeared they weren't taking any chances.

"Let me get this straight. This kid falls onto your car, doesn't even react to holy water...and you bring him here instead of a hospital? Are you two idjits morons or something?!" demanded Bobby.

"He appeared out of nowhere Bobby! And you didn't see the amount of damage this kid had on him! I actually thought he would die in the back seat...except his wounds were literally steaming and closing at a fast rate!" said Dean.

"And what, you thought this kid might be a demon? I repeat, are you a pair of morons?!"

"I don't think he's a demon. He passed through that devil's trap in the safe room without screaming, and a lightly touched his unharmed hand to the walls. Nothing," said Sam.


A week passed, and there was little reaction from the kid. Finally, right when Bobby was ready to call it quits and bring the kid to the local hospital, the kid stirred. Bright blue eyes settled on him and he sat up. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in a hospital...far too dirty for one. And...was that salt and iron he smelled?

"You alive kid?" asked Bobby.

Bobby got a good look at the kid who had been occupying his panic room for over a week. No way was he a demon, not after he lay there and listened to Bobby use that exorcism on him without even twitching.

"Where am I?" he asked groggily.

"My salvage yard. How the hell did you crash into a car from out of nowhere?"

"I remember a fight...then something opening up right next to me. I saw his face go white with shock...and then hitting my head on something black and full of lightning. Then getting hit with something at high speed..." he said tiredly.

He definitely wasn't in Konoha. Granny Tsunade would have a bitch fit if she ever saw someone treated in a room coated with salt and made of iron.

"The thing that hit you was a car. You dropped out of nowhere and hit a couple of friends of mine," said Bobby.

"Sorry."

"Not you fault. From what they said you were barely conscious when you hit them."

"So who are you Jii-san?"

"You Japanese boy?" asked Bobby, vaguely recognizing the last bit.

"What's Japanese?"

Bobby pinched his nose.

He called one of his friends who specialized in Japanese mythology (it was rare but occasionally they did get one from that end of the world here) and held the phone to the kid.

Luckily, despite not knowing what a car what he got the gist of a phone.

An hour later he handed it back.

"Said he wants to talk to you."

"Bobby."

"Where the hell did you find this kid?"

"He fell on top of the Winchester brothers," said Bobby.

"Well you're lucky that you found him first. He's had demon chatter on our end going berserk since they realized something accidentally broke through."

"What? I thought he wasn't a demon!"

"Not one of yours anyway. There's a second world on top of our called the Summons realm, we use it occasionally. Apparently a week ago one of the summoners accidentally opened a rift and survived the trip through. If he wasn't a jinchuriki he wouldn't have survived."

"What the hell..."

"The translation is power of human sacrifice. The poor kid was picked at birth to contain a demon that was causing trouble, and he's hated for it. Anyway he isn't a threat to you. The kid's as human as you are, he's just the one keeping a lid on a rather cranky fox spirit. If you don't want to deal with him, then you can easily send him to us...we'll see what we can do to send him home."

"You say that this kid can summon things?"

"According to our records he signed the Toad summoning contract."

"Can't he summon himself back?"

"Why don't you ask him to try. It's certainly worth a shot," said his friend.


Bobby watched the kid fly through summoning signs...and brought out a medium sized toad.

To his shock the thing was able to talk.

"It's good to see you alive Naruto-san. But Jiraiya needs to talk to you before we can bring you back. Something has happened in Konoha that you might want to hear first," croaked the toad.

"How the hell do I bring him here?"

"You don't. Just give me a few minutes to tell him you're alive and able to summon, then bring out another toad. He'll travel with them," said the toad.

Fifteen minutes later Naruto summoned another toad, though this time he also brought someone else.

A tall man about Bobby's age with long white hair looking like one of those old Kabuki actors, minus the fancy make-up.

The two talked for a bit, and the kid came back looking devastated.

"They banished me from my village!" he said.

"What?"

"Long story short the kid was sent to retrieve his errant teammate but accidentally killed him when he was sucked here. The council in charge decided that this was a good enough reason to kick him out, despite all the enemies his parents made years ago and the ones after him personally. The only good news is that they can't betray him by giving out his location. Only a summoner can come to this world, and even then they have to be called by someone with a similar contract."

"So what does this mean for the kid?"

"He's safer here than back home. They'll lynch him the first minute he steps foot back in the village."

"That bad?"

"Worse. On the plus side I can send him things from home without them learning about it."

"You aware of demons?" asked Bobby.

"I know that they're a nuisance that occasionally manage to breach the summon realm. The toads bitch about them a lot. If you're worried about the kid, he can handle himself. Demons can't possess someone who is technically already possessed, without any of the control problems your side has. The kid can access the fox, but the fox can't take control unless he allows it, and it's always temporary."

Bobby looked at the kid, who was absolutely miserable with the news that his other teammate hated him and wanted nothing to do with him, that the council had effectively banished him until further noticed, that he would never be able to enter his home without being killed on sight.

"You people got anything against me teaching him to be a hunter?"

"What does a hunter do exactly?" asked Jiraiya.

Bobby told him.

"Sounds like a hunter nin. Except they go after people with bounties instead of chasing after ghosts."

"Give the kid something to focus on other than the fact that they don't want him anymore," said Bobby gruffly.

"Plus it might help with his minor problem with reading. Should have seen the look he gave the book I handed him," said Jiraiya.

"He could be dyslexic."

"What?"

"It means the words would move around on the page when he tries to read them."

"So I should call you if the situation changes?" asked Jiraiya.

"Just tell me when we can send the kid home without him getting killed."


It took Naruto two months to figure out how to read English, though he damn near gave Bobby a heart attack with his clones. He made up for it by pranking the Winchester brothers when they were there, acting as though they were seeing things. Bobby had laughed outright at the look on Dean's face when he saw three different versions of the kid arguing over how to best make an apple pie.

Sam took it more in stride once Bobby mentioned Naruto's issues with reading English.

He was later seen teaching the clones some of the harder words and how to do more than just basic maths. Once he knew that they weren't evil, just odd, he took to them like a duck to water.

Besides, they were rather amusing with the pranks they set up to catch Dean or Bobby with.


"If Bobby hadn't vetted him, I would think he was a pranking demon in disguise!" swore Dean.

Sam snorted in repressed laughter. Earlier that day they had heard of a good hunt...and right as Dean stepped foot out the front door he had a cool apple pie hit him full on in the face.

Sam and Bobby had laughed hard while Dean chased Naruto around the salvage yard for the wasted pastry.

Then he found a dead fish under his seat in his Impala. Dean had nearly turned around to really get the kid.

Sam just laughed.

Finally, someone who could help him prank Dean. Though he did wonder how Naruto was able to launch that pie without any warning.

"You want us to what now?"

"The kid ain't doing much good around the house, and I got a notice from the CPS that they would be visitin' me because he was living here and not going to school."

"School, bah!" said Naruto flatly.

Bobby gave him a look, and the kid quelled.

Bobby was scarily similar to Iruka sometimes.

"Let me guess, I'm the one who has to make sure he gets the online homework done in time?" said Sam.

Bobby had, in lieu of putting the kid into a normal school where certain things might be exposed...like the fact he wasn't even from that reality...made Naruto sit down to take online education courses.

Unless Jiraiya told Bobby that there was no chance the kid would be allowed to come back, he was going to act as though Naruto would be taken home any day.

In the meantime, he was turning the runt into a hunter.

To that end he was dumping the kid on Sam and Dean...they needed something to distract them from breaking the contract and saving Dean.

"And how the hell are we supposed to do our work with a runt tagging along?" asked Dean.

"Oi. I will steal your pie for the next week for that," said Naruto.

"Don't touch the pie," said Dean glaring at him.

Sam chuckled at the by-play.

"We were just going to investigate a mystery spot incident. Shouldn't be too hard for a kid," said Sam.

Sam would regret those words immensely as he and Naruto were the only ones who even remembered Dean being killed repeatedly.


Finally Wednesday came around and when they went to leave, Dean was shot. Naruto was horrified, as this time he didn't immediately wake up curled next to Sam, or on the rare occasion, with the clock pinned to the wall with a kunai through it.

All Naruto knew was that he would never again hear the song 'Heat of the Moment' without expecting Dean to die by the strangest of ways. Apparently Sam was of the same opinion.

Before Sam could go off the deep end, Naruto swiftly kicked him in the shin. Sam hopped on one foot while glaring at the boy.

"He killed Dean!"

"I know. Which is why we are going to properly plan a response to this travesty and give him hell once we find his ass," said Naruto calmly.

Sam paused, mind wracked with emotional pain and actually looked at Naruto.

Sure he and Dean had barely gotten along, what with the multiple pranks and shouting matches, but Naruto had genuinely cared for Dean. He was just as pissed at the trickster as Sam was at the moment.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Research first. If the standard method doesn't work on him, then why don't we find what will? Then once we capture him we can show him our displeasure at his methods," said Naruto.

Sam looked at Naruto with appreciation.

"You are a devious little bastard you know that?"

"Prank King of Konoha. Fear my wrath bitches!" cackled Naruto.

Elsewhere Loki shivered. Some unholy alliance against him had been made. Last time that happened he had nightmares for a century!