Whew, this chapter sure did take a while. But I think that's a good thing, I feel satisfied with what my time has helped produce. I do think I could have improved on a few points, but I feel the overall narrative is easily understood. So, first things first, I'm pretty sure none of you care (but I do because it was a lame mistake) one of the references I made from Supernatural was posted as being from Season 7, that however was not the case, season 6 ladies and gentlemen. Can't believe I missed that!

Now enough of me enjoy the next chapter (cause its probably gonna be a while for the next one -_-)


"-EAN! DEAN! COME ON, WAKE UP!"

Groaning, Dean groggily opened his eyes, although his gaze was slightly blurred he was easily able to make out the panicked face of Sam hovering intently over his own.

"M'fine Smmy stop shake'n me."

The panic deepened, "Slurring your speech doesn't convince me your fine Dean!"

"Ugh, just-just giv'me a minute Sammy, freak'n head hurts..." Not at all pleased by that response Sam had no choice but to wait for Dean to recover. Sighing, he shifted his gaze to the surroundings both brothers had fallen to.

Flowers, hundreds of tiny, golden flowers littered the space beneath their feet. Frowning the younger man noted that, although the flowers were within the room, they were only in this one spot. Looking up, Sam noticed only the barest hints of sunlight could reach down from the hole above, so maybe the plants placement wasn't all that mysterious.

Curious, Sam gently examined the texture of the petals, soft, almost like downy feathers found in pillows. Could that have been what cushioned their fall? Sam immediately balked at that theory. No, that would be impossible, no matter how soft a patch of grass is, a fall from that height would have no doubt killed them.

Sam couldn't help the morbid sense of amusement that thought brought to him. (1)*I die, get resurrected, Dean dies, gets resurrected, we stop the apocalypse, only to die in a hole. Huh, now that I think about it, this might have been the most normal death either of us would have had. That fact should not be as disappointing as I feel it is…our life is really messed up. *

"Sam? Earth to Sam! You in their Sasquatch?"

"Huh? Wha? Oh! Dean! Are you okay, do you need something?"

"Yeah, I'm good, headaches past, more curious about that creepy smile on your face though. Hell, of a thing for a guy to see when he finally gets the vertigo under control. Care to share?"

"Uh, I'd rather not, you'll probably find it even creepier than the smile."

"Not exactly killing my curiosity but okay." Standing Dean reached down pulling Sam along with him. While Sam dusted off his pants Dean glanced from where they had fallen, he whistled in awe. "Damn, how the heck are we alive!? Both of us should be taking permanent dirt naps, or at least suffering from some serious injuries! Talk about (2)Winchester luck."

"Pretty sure our luck would have been the opposite of this but yeah, I thought the same."

"Think we could climb out?"

"Honestly? No. Even if we did manage to make our way to the top who's to say the ground wont just collapse again? I'm not keen on chancing our "Winchester luck" a second time."

"Heh, me neither. (3)Plan C."

Sam nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Plan C." There was a pause. "Well?"

"Well what? Why do I always have to do it!?" Sam's brow lifted slightly. "Oh, for the love of Chuck! Fine!" Turning away from his brother Dean closed his eyes in concentration, (4)"Now we lay me down to sleep I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here!"

"Really Dean? That's what constitutes as a prayer for you? That's not even a call for help!"

"Hey, you were the one who made me do this so, I'm do'n it my way. Now, hush." Grinning he continued, "Come on Cas, don't be a dick." Nothing. "Hello? Cas, do you copy?"

(5)But Nobody came…

"Shit, it's not work'n Sam, why the hell isn't it working!?"

"Whoa, calm down, maybe-maybe Cas is busy or uh, maybe somethings interfering."

"That's just great Sam, awesome even, how the hell is that gonna help us?"

"Just take a breath and let me try, I mean an Archangel is supposed to be more powerful right? Well, maybe whatever's stopping Cas from hearing wont effect Gabriel the same way."

Dean snapped his fingers, "Hey that's not a half bad plan Sammy, nice!"

"Most of my ideas are "not half bad", and its Sam." Shaking his head at his brother's antics, Sam took a steadying breath and began to pray. (6)"Oh, Gabriel, Messenger of God, hear my prayer…er, Dean and I could um, really use your help." Pause. "It's Sam by the way…"

No wing beats, just more silence.

But Nobody came…

The sudden obnoxious slow clap dropped the younger mans awkward smile to an annoyed scowl.

"WOW. The guy at least buys you dinner after, right?" That received a middle finger. "Just checking dude, cause seriously, wow." Chuckling Dean motioned for Sam to follow. "Well, come on Sam let's see if there's another way out of here. If we survived I can only think the kid made it too and since Frisk's not here she's gotta be somewhere."

Glancing around, the older man spied a heavy looking doorway. At the very top of the entrance was an (7)odd symbol depicting a ball with wings and 2 triangles pointing up while the third was inverted.

"Guess that's our ticket out of here, wherever here is. Do you remember seeing something like that in Ebott or the lore?"

Sam shook his head, already stowing the symbol in his memory for additional research.

The two walked through the doorway, entering a room shrouded in darkness.

"Wish we still had our flashlights, get'n real sick and tired of all this (8)"dark.""

"Mmm, come to think of it, what happened to the blades, they fell with us too right-"

"Howdy!" A cheerful voice, brightly, interrupted, stopping both men from taking a single step further. Sprouting from the ground, seemingly from nowhere, was a six-petaled yellow flower smiling happily up at them. Yeah, smiling, and talking. Cause it had a face. A creepy, happy, face!

"Why, hey there! I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower!"

Sam waved awkwardly, "Er, um, hi, uh Flowey."

"What!? Sam! Don't talk to it! Have you never seen a single horror movie in your life!? Hell, our whole lives have been horror movies!"

Flowey frowned, "Your kind of rude buddy, and all I wanted to do was help you guys out. After all." Its smile returned. "I've already missed my chance to (9)help out Chara so I'm just filled to the brim with helpful tips!"

Sam frowned, stowing away the odd name in his memory.

Dean allowed an unimpressed snort to sail passed his lips, "Oh, yeah? And just what tips would that be (10)weed?"

Ignoring the barb Flowey continued on, "Why silly, how the Underground works of course! And golly, with me being just the (11)swellest flower around I'm going to teach ya! Doesn't that sound fun?"

"No. It sounds gay."

"Dean shut up."

"Alrighty fellas, here we go." The world around them darkened as an abrupt (12)burning sensation erupted from within their bodies.

Dean clutched at his chest weakly as the burning intensified. "Fuck!" Than, just as quickly as the pain had arrived it vanished. The silence was deafening. "Wha-what the hell is that!?"

There, floating innocently before the older man was a radiant (13)yellow heart that glowed with a healthy light. Entranced, Dean pulled it closer, there were many scratches and scuff marks across its surface. One mark had even managed to (14)crack the heart down the middle but stranger still the heart remained intact. Releasing the unwanted addition Dean swiftly turned to his brother.

Like Dean, he too was now in possession of a glowing heart but, unlike Deans, his shone a (15)luminous purple.

"You okay Sam!?"

Sam nodded, his eyes still glued to the heart hovering inches from his body, "Y-Yeah, and you?"

"Pissed off and confused, but still marginally alright." Dean than glared harshly down at Flowey, "Hey! Just what kind of crap are you try'n to pull!"

A weary expression briefly passed over Flowey's face as it eyed Dean's floating heart before gracing the brothers with a nervous smile. Leaf waving in what Sam would assume was supposed to be a calming motion, to bad Dean didn't do calm in situations like these.

"N-Now, now, no need to be scared! Those cute little hearts are your SOULS, the very culmination of your being. Normally SOULS start off pretty weak, but (16)you two have a decent amount of LV, can't you see it? Golly, all you gotta do is grab it and CHECK! Hee-hee!"

Sam blinked, *Soul!? This is supposed to be my Soul!? How!? This looks nothing like what Cas described! * Studying the heart carefully he reached out, grasping onto it gently. The heart pulsed softly, releasing tiny bursts of warmth throughout his body. It was…comforting. Pulling the SOUL closer, Sam peered intently at the surface, momentarily pausing at the bizarre circle of (17)warped texture marring its otherwise blemish free exterior. *Well, that looks concerning. * His frown intensified, *But how do I check it? My face is nearly plastered to it and still nothing! Ugh! Can't this just work please!?*

The SOUL flashed, brighter than its pulsing, causing the younger hunter to gasp in surprise. That surprise however, soon melted into pure shock as a (18)panel of orange sprang up from its surface.

Sam LV 6 (19)HP 105/105

FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY

"Dean grab your SOUL."

Dean's brow arched in question. "Uh, why? I've already looked over the stupid thing, not much to see other than the eye gouging yellow."

"Just do it Dean, I-I can't properly explain what I'm seeing right now, and I need to make sure I'm not crazy."

Dean's face screwed up in annoyance, but he did as he was told, "Okay, now what? It's still just float'n here Sammy."

"Ask if you can check it, and well, I don't know if it will work the same for you but saying please seemed to help."

"Ask it." Dean repeated flatly. "You want me to ask it with please."

Sam massaged his temples, ire at his brother's obstinacy building, "Yes Dean, I'm pretty sure that's what I just said. I'm serious, you need to see this."

"Ugh, fine, no need to get your panties in a twist Samantha, me and the old soul will have a heart to heart don't you worry." Eyes rolling Dean focused on his SOUL, "Alright buddy show me what you got." Nothing happened, Dean sighed, "Please?"

A burst of yellow aura flared; fading away to reveal Dean's own information board.

Dean LV 9 HP 117/117

FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY

He swallowed dryly, "Huh, what do you know, guess please really is the magic word." Dean then lowered his voice to a whisper. "Uh, am I the only one who thinks this looks like something straight out of a video game?"

Sam's brown eyes filled with understanding, "Yeah! Just like an old RPG, that's brilliant Dean!"

Unaware of the brothers mumbling, Flowey coughed lightly to get their attention. Its bright, plastic smile unwavering. "See! What did I tell you! Both of you have some pretty good LV, but you know, I think I can make it even better!"

The hairs on Dean's neck raised but he ignored it in favor of his next question, "Ya know, you keep go'n on and on about this LV junk, but you haven't even bothered to tell us what the hell that is!"

If possible Flowey's smile widened, "What's LV? Why its LOVE of course!"

Dean groaned, "Of course it is. Could this get any gayer? What next, you gonna tells us crap like "love makes the heart grow stronger" or "all you need is a little love in your heart"? Nah, somethi'n about this doesn't sit right with me and neither do you!"

Undeterred by the accusations the talking plant simply winked, "Come on pal don't be like that, all I want to do is share some of my LOVE with you!" Flowey's head eagerly shifted towards Sam, "You want some LOVE dontcha? Well of course you do!" With a shake of its petals several white seeds appeared, hovering, no doubt magically, above the smiling flower. "You see, down here, LOVE is spread through little, white, friendliness pellets! Hee-hee, make sure you collect as many as you can!"

Dean snarled quietly, "Shit. Sam you think'n what I'm think'n?"

Gaze never leaving the ominously spinning "friendliness pellets", Sam nodded. "Yeah, get ready."

"Here we go!" Cheered Flowey, its seeds sailing towards the brothers.

"Now Dean!" Both men dived to the side, Sam narrowly avoided the flying projectiles however Dean was not so lucky.

Searing pain consumed the older Winchester, as the pellet slashed across his arm, blood now leaking from the wound.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean cried, his uninjured hand grasping weakly at his now cut up arm, the pain pulsing along with the frantic flashing of his SOUL.

"DEAN!" Sam rolled up from the ground and rushed to his brother's side. Fear doubling as Dean's stats pulsed into view.

(20)*Why did it go down so much, he only got hit in the arm!?*

DEAN LV 9 HP 98/117

"Bastard! I knew it! I'll kill you, you weed! Plant my steel-toed boot right on that fuggly face of yours, just wait!"

Flowey's face morphed into a monstrous form, fangs far to large for its mouth set in a terrifying grin. "Kill me? You IDIOTS, don't you get it!? In this world its KILL OR BE KILLED, and you're the ones who are going to DIE! HAHAHAHAHA!" Its shrill laughter bounced off the walls as it summoned another barrage of bullets, the deadly seeds forming an inescapable ring around the men, closing in.

Sam whipped around wildly, pulling his brother closer, desperate for a way out of this hopeless situation. No weapons, no angels, no Bobby, not even Crowley, Sam gritted his teeth.

*This..this is all my fault..Dean..I'm sorry*

"HAHAHAHAHA-WHA!?" Flowey's demonic laughter was cut off as burning red flames savagely crashed into its side sending the plant flying.

Emerging from the shadows was a tall bipedal goat like monster wearing long purple robes, the symbol from the door stitched across the front.

"Despicable, wretched creature! To think you would attempt such a dishonest ploy again! Begone from this place!" Red eyes gleaming with fierce protective light the female monster (Sam was pretty sure it was a female) launched another volley of flames at the plant monster. Squawking in fright Flowey ducked into the ground, disappearing into the soil.

Sighing in relief the flames dancing on the goat's fingers extinguished, her red eyes glowing in concern as they landed on the fallen men.

"Oh dear! Young one you are hurt! Please, let me heal you." The monster went to move closer, but Sam, frightened for his brother, backed away as far as Dean's weight would allow.

"S-Stay away!" Sadness flooded the goat woman's gentle, gaze.

"Young ones, please, I mean you no harm. My name is Toriel, the caretaker of these Ruins, all I wish to do is help. Please child, your friend is losing so much blood." Her voice was soft, filled with a comforting, mother-like quality.

"Yeah and how do we know that you're not just act'n like (21)Carol Brady so we let our guard down and you can make deep fry out of us!? How do we know that dick weed is really gone, and this isn't just some kinda ploy!?" Roared Dean, green eyes scrunched in pain but alight with justful wrath.

Toriel crouched low to the earth, furred paw pressed tightly to her chest. Her eyes never leaving Dean's or Sam's.

"I promise you, on my SOUL that all I want is to help. I have not nor, have I ever been comrades with that terrible plant. Just hours before that little beast tried to hurt my child just as it tried to hurt the both of you. I do not know why it wishes to do such irreprehensible things to innocent youths that fall to the Underground, but I do know I shall protect you both from it. Now please young one, let me heal you."

Dean hesitated before shrugging carelessly with his good arm, "Knock yourself out lady, my arms freak'n killing me."

Sam stiffened, "Dean?"

The older man gently patted his brothers leg, "S'okay Sammy, she seems like one of the good ones."

Toriel smiled warmly, "Why thank you my child, now let us set that arm to rights." With a tiny wave, a soothing green aura came to life upon Toriel's paw. Cautiously she loomed closer placing her hand tenderly against the wound.

Both men gasped in awe as the slash began to repair itself, heck even the dried blood dissolved away.

"There, all better, can you move it young one?"

Dean nodded moving the arm back and forth, no twinges of pain in sight. "Uh, yeah, feels good, thanks Miss, uh Toriel." The goat woman giggled.

"There is no need for the miss, Toriel is just fine my children."

No longer filled with dread Sam spoke up, "Um, well, its nice to meet you, er, Toriel. I'm Sam Winchester and this guy is my older brother Dean. And uh, we're not actually children, we're full grown adults."

"Oh, my apologies, it is simply a force of habit you see, I am quite old, and I cannot help viewing most creatures as young, it-it does not bother you does it?"

"Nah, its cool, makes me worry about my age less. Which speak'n of age, my knees ain't getting any younger and the ground ain't gett'n any softer."

"Oh, my yes, let me help you both up." Offering a paw to both men Toriel easily lifted them up, not surprising sense she was, well, a monster. "There now, much better! Now than young ones follow me through the catacombs. We must move swiftly though; my child may very well be waking soon, and I do not wish for her to wake alone."

*A child? She mentioned one earlier when talking about Flowey…wait! *

"The child, the one you keep mentioning, is her name Frisk by any chance?"

"Why yes, it is! Is she yours? If so you have both raised a very good child."

Dean barely managed not to trip at that statement, "Uh, no mame, er I mean Toriel, you see my brother and I were sent to find her. Bring her back home you know?"

An undefinable look flashed into Toriel's eyes before fading away just as quickly, "Home. I see. That…is a noble goal." She turned away, her furred feet making almost no noise as she walked.

Dean directed a pointed look at Sam. Their eyes holding a voiceless conversation.

*Well, that was deflective as hell. *

*Yeah, I wonder why? *

*Don't know, but I got a feeling were gonna find out, and when we do it isn't gonna be pretty. *

*That's what I'm afraid of. *

The two men followed Toriel up a flight of stairs to a room with six large, stone switches built into the floor. A little ways ahead at the back of the room was a heavy looking stone door with that same emblem emblazoned across the front.

"Toriel do you mind me asking what that symbol on your robes mean? Dean and I have been wondering about that for a while and seeing as it seems to be everywhere, I figured it must hold some important meaning to you."

Toriel smiled, "Of course my child I do not mind, this is an ancient glyph that has existed throughout the history of the monster royal family, known as the Delta Rune." Her smile fell slightly, "The royal family means very little now, instead, many denizens of the Underground have adopted it as a form of HoPe giving prophecy."

Dean winced, *Ugh, prophecy, gross. Just once can we land in a place where life changing destinies arn't apart of the scenery. *

"Prophecy? What kind?" Sam asked, his body vibrating with curiosity.

Toriel shifted uncomfortably, her gaze becoming distant and sad. "I do not know, I have lived in the Ruins for a very long time, I have not had a chance to find out." Turning away she quickly walked across the pressure stones, a click sounded in the distance as well as the scrapping of something heavy moving across.

"There, the door should be opened now, let us move forward." Both men frowned, Toriel was clearly hiding something but not in a I'm-tricking-you-so-I-can-gut-you way, more like she was trying to avoid certain topics or deflect certain questions entirely.

Putting their suspicions away for the time being both hunters continued to stalk after the kindly goat, passing through another room of switches attached to the wall. From the distance they were at Sam could kind of make out some type of yellow writing and, was that, an arrow? Why yes, yes it was, several in fact.

"Normally I would instruct you both on the inner workings of the puzzles found throughout the Ruins, however, little Frisk has already done most of them and I did not have the time to set them back up. She is very intelligent! I was most proud!"

Dean grinned, "Heh, you sound like a gushing Mom."

Toriel's cheeks reddened (which seriously how was that possible they were covered in fur!?) "Mom? Really? That is how I sound? Little Frisk did ask if she could call me Mother, I suppose I cannot help but act like it."

"Well, all I gotta say is don't stop, something tells me the kid could really use some maternal affection."

"I'm with Dean on that, I'd think you'd make a really good mom Toriel, better than some humans even."

"Oh thank you boys, I..I can only hope to live up to such praise."

The three fell back into companionable silence as they walked on, entering another small chamber that had…a dummy I it?

"Ah" Toriel paused, her expression shifting nervously as her gaze shifted from the Dummy to the brothers.

"Young ones I know that I said we needed to move quickly however there is one important matter that must be spoken of."

Both men shared a look.

"Sure lady, whatever you need."

"Thank you, Dean. You see, as humans in the Underground, monsters may attack you. But know that they are not truly hostile, many FIGHTs can be resolved with simple understanding and conversation."

"Wh-What?" Dean couldn't help the tiny snort of disbelief. "You want us to talk our way out of a butt-kicking?"

"It's worked in the past." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah maybe like once or twice, but if something like Flowey pops up again I don't think sharing secrets and doing each other's hair is gonna cut it. That's more up your ally Samantha."

It took all of Sam's will power not to respond childishly to that last part instead choosing to focus on the more important aspects of Dean's outburst.

"You saw how Toriel handled Flowey, I doubt any of the monsters here are going to be that much of a problem. Especially if she's been living here with them for as long as she has. Besides, Frisk obviously made it through doing the exact same thing, we owe it to both of them to try."

"Alright, alright, geez Sam step down from the soap box I never said I wasn't going to do it. Can't have an eight-year-old showing us up."

He waved to Toriel, "Okay, lay it on us, how's this gonna work?"

"When a monster attacks you, you will enter a battle, there will be many options you may use to ACT. Here, why don't you two try practicing on the Dummy?"

"Seriously." Sam whacked Dean with his elbow earning a glare from the green-eyed hunter.

"Ow you bitch, what was that for?"

"You know why, now stop being a jerk, so we can get this over with." Sam approached the Dummy.

Mumbling things that suspiciously sounded like, "douchey little brothers" Dean reluctantly followed suit.

Once again, the discomforting sensation of their SOULs being pulled from their bodies emerged, although the pain was notoriously absent.

(22)YOU ENCOUNTERED THE DUMMY!

*Okay, filling that under extremely weird. *

Surveying the mysterious orange panel Sam pressed down on the ACT button.

"Uh, you're looking nice today." To the surprise of no one the Dummy did not respond.

Dean chuckled, "Doesn't look much for conversation, huh Sammy?"

Sam stuck out his tongue, "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you do better!"

"Fine, I will." Huffing prissily, Dean slammed down on his own ACT option. "Hey there gorgeous, why are you just standing around. If it's because the gigantor over here is making you nervous than I can tell him to stuff it and leave."

Nothing.

Sam's slow clap spoke volumes, "Wow, you really showed me. Nothing more brilliant than watching my older brother hit on inanimate objects. Kind of a new low for you."

"Listen here bitc-"

Hysteric giggles erupted from behind, startling both men and cutting off Dean's less than mature comeback.

"Th-that (snerk) that was very (snicker) good young ones. Very hic-good! Hee-Hee-Hee!"

"No way." Was Sam's deadpanned response.

Dean literally cackled, "Hell yeah, yes way! Puns, Sammy, she digs puns! I win!"

"What!? No you didn't! The Dummy didn't do anything!"

"Who said I had to empress the Dummy? That rule was all you, as far as I'm concerned little brother, I won."

Seeming to have composed herself, Toriel addressed both men, ceasing their growing argument. "Now that you have successfully conversed with the Dummy all you need do now is show it some MERCY."

Peering at the MERCY choice Dean couldn't help but think, *Mercy huh, wish the monsters up top would let that be an option. * In simultaneous motion both hunters tapped MERCY.

CONGRADULATIONS! YOU WON!

YOU EARNED 0 ExP AND 0 GOLD!

*Man, that is getting weird, aww not even 1 gold? Lame. *

"Well done! Well done! You two are just as good as I thought you would be!" Her eyes shone with pride.

"Heh, well, go team."

The goat woman just laughed, "Indeed! Now, shall we?"

(23)The tiny group of humans and monster continued on, the trek rather uneventful with the brothers only stumbling into 2-3 more battles. It appeared that Toriel was a useful deterrent in that regard, not that the Winchesters were worried. Honestly, the monsters within the Ruins were kind of a joke.

Cute little Froggits that blushed at whatever was said to them, depressive little bugs that cried even when Sam tried to comfort them and weird crawling mold that wanted to dance…sexy dance anyway. (Neither brother had been all that enthusiastic about the dancing part, especially with Toriel watching the whole time.)

And that was only a few of the monsters they had actually managed to encounter, the closer they got to wherever Toriel was taking them the fewer monsters approached.

"Dude! Sam come here!"

"Wha-? Dean! We have to follow Toriel what are you doing!?"

Dean pointed to a sign placed innocently next to a resting Froggit. "Just read it man, you'll know when you do."

Shaking his head Sam neared, his eyes roving over the neatly printed lettering. "Spider bake sale? Made with Spiders by Spiders?" He physically felt his stomach twist. "I think I'm good thanks."

"Yeah, I'm hungry but not that hungry."

Marching on the sign was soon forgotten in favor of a few new monsters; one who really did not like being picked on; rooms with bizarre perspectives and talking rocks. (Which Dean found extra hilarious because hearing one call Sammy "pumpkin" was just too good.)

Finally, after what seemed like an hour they arrived in an area where an oddly shaped tree was attempting to grow. Heck the poor thing was completely devoid of leaves, just barren branches that stuck out at awkward angles.

"That guys seen better days."

Toriel sighed sadly, "Yes, I'm afraid it has, very little sunlight reaches here preventing this little one from growing. Not to say of the confusing shifts in our (24)seasons, being underground confuses much of the plant life here. Already this one has lost all its leaves."

Sam moved closer picking up and examining one of the many fallen red leaves. "Way confused, summer just started up above and this guy thinks its fall. Weird."

Stuffing the leaf into his pocket Sam resumed trailing behind Dean as Toriel lead them around the tree towards the built-in brick structure to the back of the room.

"Here we are, welcome to your new home young ones! Though I will have to adjust the accommodations for the future…"

Both men frowned, *New home? She has to know that we can't stay here. *

"Please, come inside and make yourselves at home, I want you both to feel comfortable after all, though do try to be quiet, young children need their rest."

Nodding they entered, only slightly surprised by what they found inside. The entrance way was rather simple with tasteful decorations placed here and there and only two hallways veering off into separate sections of the house. However, all that homely atmosphere did not take away from the stairs placed smack dap in the middle of the room. A sudden loud ding from the left of the house startled the pair. Only Toriel seemed unaffected.

"Oh dear, the pie!"

(25)"Pie!?" Dean shouted before coughing lightly in embarrassment, "Er, uh, I mean, pie, pies great, awesome even."

Sam face-palmed.

"Excuse me my children, please explore to your hearts content." She paused. "Just…just make sure you do not go down the stairs, it is off limits."

Sam frowned, "Whys that?"

"Um, w-well, Ah! There goes the timer again, if you will excuse me." The goat woman rushed off leaving both Winchesters within the silent foyer. There had been no second ding.

"Sooo, we goin down the stairs?"

San shook his head, "No."

Dean peered at the other, surprise coloring his features, "Seriously? Figured as soon as she said, "off limits" you were gonna be all "let's check it out Dean" or "she's hiding something down there."

"She is hiding something, and we will check it out but right now, I think it would be good to take up her offer of looking around. We have no idea where we are or how far into the mountain we've made it by following Toriel. Then there's Frisk, I don't want to chance anything while she's asleep and away from us."

Dean's gaze turned serious, "You think the ladies leading us on?"

Another head shake, "No, as far as I can tell Toriel is genuine, she really cares for Frisk even though they've only just met, same with us. She's not a bad monster, er, person, but there's definitely something she's not telling us, something so upsetting that she full out ignores certain questions we ask her."

The older man sighed, his hands slipping into the pockets of dad's old leather jacket. "Welp, I'll take right you take left. We'll regroup in half-an-hour, unless Tori calls out pie, we regroup immediately if Goat Mama says pie!"

The younger mans jaw fell, "Goat Mama!?"

Dean smirked devilishly, "Hell yeah, she's a goat and a mom so, Goat Mama, sides don't think I didn't notice you skipping over the pie demand! Chuck damnit Sammy don't you skimp me on that pie!"

"Alright, alright! Jesus you'd think you were eight not Frisk." Mumbled Sam as he headed to the left of the room, passing through the small hallway (if you could even call it that) to what had to be the living room.

The space was pretty big considering the size of the Ruins as a whole with the room featuring a Toriel sized recliner, a decent sized table for dinners and the like, a well-made fire place, and a large, 3 shelved bookcase that covered a majority of the right wall.

Drawn to the books Sam made a bee line for the bookcase, eyes roving over the titles. Some were familiar as books found above like the single volume of "Harry Potter" sitting next to a couple of child's textbooks. Then there were ones Sam had either never heard of or didn't exist on the surface like "Fluffy Bunny" or "Monster Magic Dos and Don'ts."

Still perusing, the younger hunter pulled and picked many of the books that appeared useful or looked to have significant information about the monsters here under Ebott.

Trudging the stack of books to the table Sam pulled out a chair and sat, hand clutching onto the first book in the pile; "Human Souls and their Traits."

Sam took a second to stare at the cover, his gaze zeroing in on the purple and yellow hearts that were painted innocently amongst several others. Seven in fact, all in different colors.


(26)"Human SOULs are known for being incredibly powerful, not even Boss Monsters can compare to this strength. While DT is the leading factor for this supposed power many have argued that it is the trait of a human SOUL that helps contribute to the strength of the DT they possess. As human SOULs do not require the three essentials as Monster's do their SOULs take on the aspect most important to their existence. The known traits are: Integrity-Blue, Kindness-Green, Patience-Light Blue or Sky Blue, Justice-Yellow, Bravery-Orange, Perseverance-Purple, and finally Red. Out of these seven traits the Red SOUL is the most undefinable, even the full range of its abilities and drive are impossible to calculate. In leu of this I , have begun to refer to this anomaly as . For that is the most powerful of human drives."


Sam put the book down, mind racing with the new information. *Okay so humans have powerful souls, kind of figured that during the apocalypse. But I never thought they were so, important to another race of creature, baring Angels and Demons. *

He read over the passage again, *My SOUL's purple so that makes it Perseverance and Dean's is yellow so his is Justice, kind of weird how accurate that is. Dean can be a bit of a jerk, but he always tries to do the right thing, that's a sort of Justice in its own right. I'm not sure about me though, what exactly have I done to make me Persevere? And this weird text, what the hell is up with it? Its deliberately covering up the most important parts of the passage. *

Sighing he put the book back, picking up the next in the stack; "Monster Poetry". Shrugging he opened it to the first page; most of the tome was filled with emotional, non-sensical writing, so much so Sam was half tempted to move on but was caught by the title of one of the last entries.


(27)Man's Folly, Monsters HOPE

(28)"Long ago there was peace. They all lived happily. Cherishing every breath. In many times well spent. Suddenly things went wrong. They could not get along. Darker days loomed ahead. Their stomachs filled with dread. Common sense forgotten. It was friend against friend. Civil war ends sadly. Humans showed no MERCY. Monsters forced underground. So our tale begins now. Child of the world above. Fell below, was shown love. (29)We will return, to those days. An Angel comes our way. Child who has fallen down. A new HOPE we have found!"


Excitement buzzed through the hunter as he reread the poem again. *A Monster, Human war!? When!? Shouldn't something this big be written in nearly all of human history!? Than again history is written by the victors but still, Cas or Chuck could have at least mentioned a whole race of people subjugated underground by us. *

Sam's frown intensified along with his growing headache. *" Child from the world above." That must mean a human child, but which one? Definitely not Frisk, this poetry book looks hundreds of years old, maybe Lidia Whilton? No, that doesn't feel ri-AHHHH! *

A hand came down on Sam's shoulder, jarring the younger man and causing a few of the books to topple over.

"HAHA! Hey there Sammy, jumpy much! HAHAHA!"

The younger man glared at his brother, "Really, dude? You made me drop Toriel's books you jerk!"

"Hey, not my fault you were lost in nerd lala land. Speaking of, what'd you find Brainiac, that bitch face you're wear'n is an intense number 32."

"32? What the heck does that even mean?"

"You know, its your, "I've found something important, but it isn't coming together the way I want", bitch face." Pause. "Bitch."

Sam shook his head as he gently placed the fallen texts back onto the wooden table top. "Do you want to know what I found or not? Cause I'm really considering letting you stew." He wasn't, and Dean knew it, but it was the principle of the matter.

The older hunter sat down, hands raised in a pacifying manner, "Lay it on me Sam, I'm ready for the weirdness."

"I don't know Dean even I'm not sure we're ready for this, its some pretty heavy stuff man. Way above our pay grade."

"When isn't it? The end of times was above out pay grade and we still had to deal. Life's never been fair, for us or for other people. Comes with the job."

Sam hummed in agreement before continuing, "Well apparently the monsters here used to live on the surface with humans. Then, for some reason, Humans and Monsters went to war with us being the winners and Monsters being sealed away here under Mt. Ebott. Though how and why I'm not sure, the poem doesn't go into exact detail."

The older mans eyes bulged, "No way!? How the hell have we never heard of this!? Shouldn't there be some type of evidence or historical proof of this shit? You can't just magic away a whole entire race of people!"

"From what I've garnered, we did, somehow."

Dean's hand rubbed over his face, "Awesome, anything else to add to this reality breaking info dump."

"Yeah actually, you remember the color of your SOUL, right?"

"Uh-huh, happy sunshine yellow, why?"

"According to this book the color of the human SOUL is connected to the trait that best defines them. Mines purple so Perseverance is the trait I'm defined by, yellow indicates Justice and that's yours. There are six common traits with a seventh that unfortunately, I can't read."

That got Sam a questioning look, "How come?"

Sam opened the book in question, finger pointing to the collection of odd symbols written across the page. "That's why."

Dean scanned over the unknown language, "Bummer, bet that would have helped us by a mile. You figure out what DT means, must be important with how much the author mentions it."

"No, I didn't find anything that could help with that, however I did come across something else in the poem though. I'm not sure in what era of time this book was published here underground but I do know it has to have been centuries before now, and the strange thing is, several of the verses mention a human child. One that fell and gave them hope. There's no name so I can't be sure it was any of the previous children who fell down here."

"So, a whole lot of questions and not enough answers, that's just awesome." Frustration clearly saturating his voice.

"That's all I've got, what'd you find out?"

"Not much honestly, Goat Mama's got two rooms to the left, one for the kid and the other "Under Renovation" naturally the door was locked."

Sam chuckled, "I bet, and let me guess, "naturally" you picked the lock."

"Aww, Sammy you know me so well! You bet your ass I picked it, unfortunately the only thing in there was Toriel's stuff. Under any other circumstance I'd have snooped through her crap, but she's been nothing but kind, it didn't feel right to butcher her trust like that."

"Wow, that's…really mature of you Dean."

"Eh, I have my moments. Anyway, since that room was a bust I tried the kids, cute little ruggrat by the way, practically mauling the stuffed animals on the bed."

Sam released the breath of relief he hadn't even known he was holding, it was one thing to hear or trust that Frisk was healthy and alive it was a whole nother to have Dean confirm it.

"Kid had to have been exhausted, didn't even hear me rummage'n through the place. On the outside the room looks like the perfect area for a little kid but I started notic'n some not so normal stuff in there."

"Like what?"

"Dusty furniture, kids shoe's in every size you can think of, pictures on the wall that have been there since forever. Its like a museum Sam, only getting moved around once every blue moon, everything in their feels depressing."

"Or…when a human child passes through…"

Dean growled, annoyance riddling the action, "This is turn'n into one of those (30)"Hardy Boy" mystery's. Freak'n sucks."

Sam stared incredulously at the other man, "You've read the Hardy Boys?"

"Che, what, no! Shut-up Sam, I just need pie!"

"Pie? That had nothing to do with pie!"

Just then Toriel's cheerful voice fluttered from within the kitchen, "Did someone say pie?"

Dean sat ramrod straight, eyes wide with eager hunger. "Yes! Uh, I mean, pie, pie would be awesome."

Toriel's footsteps could be heard as she exited, three decently sized slices of pie held expertly within her furred grip. Even Sam could admit the smell each piece was emitting was nothing short of mouthwatering. And having not eaten since falling only made that smell even more tantalizing.

"Here you are my children, enjoy!" She placed two of the three plates in front of the boys, taking the third with her down the hall.

*Probably for Frisk. But wont it get cold? * His thoughts were interrupted by the near pornographic moan spilling from Dean's lips.

"Diss is smoo good (munch), S'mmy, (chew), eat da, mmmh, (munch), pie."

Sam's lip curled in disgust, "Gross. Do you have any manners at all? Common decency maybe?"

"F'muck (chew) off, S'mmy! (Gulp.)"

If Sam wasn't so hungry he might have ignored the slice, if only because watching Dean's eating habits could destroy even the strongest of stomachs. However, Sam was starving, taking the fork provided he cut into the sweet treat. Bringing it to his nose Sam inhaled, cinnamon, it smelled like cinnamon, and something else? He put the piece in his mouth, brown eyes instantly lighting up. Butterscotch! It tasted like cinnamon and butterscotch, an unheard-of combination but, damn it was good! He took another bite, a tiny pleased sigh slipping past as well.

"Told yu (munch) (gulp) bitch."

"Oh hush, jerk." The two ate in relative silence, with Sam every now and again having to bat Dean's hand away from his own slice of pie. It wasn't his fault Dean ate like a pig and devoured his in seconds! At some point Toriel had returned offering both brothers another slice of pie as well as a drink to wash it down. (It wouldn't be known until later that the beverage was indeed a cup of Spider Cider, made by spiders, of spiders, for spiders.)

Time passed in soothing silence as the brothers finished their pie and returned to the mass of literature scattered upon the table. Sam, easily ignoring Dean's grumblings when it came to research. Both men were half tempted to question Toriel again however the goat monster appeared to be engrossed in "72 Uses for Snails"?

*Eww. * Was their simultaneous thought. The sudden clicking of a door knob drew the attention of all three occupants. Soft footfalls could be heard as the human child made their way towards the living room.

Emerging through the entryway was Frisk, her dark brown hair rumpled from sleep, purple and blue sweater just as askew. Both hunters rose from the table, the sudden movement startling the tiny child.

"Uh, whoa, hey, its alright." Sam approached slowly, noting how Frisk stiffened and hunched slightly. The familiar action brought forth an inferno of anger but not for the child. * A defense mechanism. Appear smaller and weaker and then maybe you can escape without being hit. Dean was right, there's a special place in hell for those people. * Stowing away the white-hot rage, Sam plastered an amiable expression across his face.

"Um, hi there, your names Frisk right?" The child hesitated before nodding, amber eyes filled with distrust. "That's a nice name, my names Sam and that softie over there is my big brother Dean. I know you don't know us, but we were sent up here to come find you." *More or less. *

Dean sent Frisk a small wave, the warm smile he saved for children resting firmly on his visage.

Frisk glanced wearily from one man to the other her little hands rising briefly before falling awkwardly to her side.

It was Dean who took the initiative, "It's okay squirt, you don't gotta talk, me and Sammy know a little (31)ASL, so don't feel pressured to being (32)Chatty Cathy."

"Dean I highly doubt she's ever heard of that doll before, its 20 years older than her."

Dean cupped his hand to his cheek making a big deal of blocking the younger man off. "See what I'm dealing with kid? Little brothers am I right?"

That got a small giggle to emerge from the child, her eyes still carrying a weary air but no longer as distrustful. Slowly she made her way closer to Sam, motioning for him to come nearer.

"You understand me?"

Sam nodded, hands moving to answer, "Yes."

Frisk grinned slightly, her eyes flicking around Sam's to Toriel's pleased ones. "You like Mom, yes?

Sam smiled, "Yes, T-O-R-I-E-L is very nice."

"She makes good pie." Dean added.

Frisk's smile brightened further only to fall just as quickly, the sudden change instantly worrying both men.

"Leave. Must leave, must go, we, need to go. Help Mom, help everyone in R-U-I-N-S."

"Wait, wait, calm down, what do you mean? Help them how? Frisk?" But the child was already moving passed Sam's crouched form towards the smiling goat monster.

"Hello, my child, did you sleep well? I see you are already bonding with your fellow humans. I-I want you to know how happy I am to have the three of you here with me." Her joyful gaze lingered on the two hunters before continuing. "There are so many old books I'd like to share with all of you. Teach you the best spots to hunt for bugs."

Dean cringed, *No thank you lady. *

"I've also prepared a curriculum for your education, this may come as a surprise to you, but I have always wanted to be a teacher." Her face became pensive, "…actually perhaps that isn't very surprising. Still." Her red eyes glowed, filled to the brim with motherly affection. "I am so happy to have all of you living here."

Sam's hand twitched nervously, "T-Toriel, we, we can't stay here. This isn't where we belong, it's not our home."

Toriel flinched, "Wh-what? This-This is your home now."

Frisk gently touched the monster woman's furred hand, her head shaking sadly.

"Leave. Need to leave." A faint voice riddled with disuse poured from the human child's lips.

A strange calm settled over Toriel. "…I have to do something, wait here." She stood all but racing out of the room.

"Sam, I'm gett'n a bad feeling."

"Yeah, me too, come on Frisk." Sam held out hid hand, enveloping the small appendage with his own larger one.

The three humans exited the living room entering back into the foyer where the mysterious set of stairs resided.

"Goat Mama's gotta be down there, lets hurry before she does something she'll end up regret'n later."

Hurrying down, the trio walked through a long corridor, ending at another door decorated with the Delta Symbol; Toriel standing resolutely before it her back to the group of humans.

"You wish to know how to return "home" do you not? This door is the only way to leave, it is "one way." I am going to destroy it." She turned to face them.

"What? You can't do that! You can't keep us trapped in here! What about our friends and family above ground!? You'd think they'd be happy never seeing us again!?"

Toriel gave a full body flinch, paw harshly clutching at her chest, despair in her every movement.

"You do not understand, Asgore will-!" She stopped, determination filling her gaze. "No, you are all just like the others. If all of you wish to leave so badly, then there is only one solution."

Frisk's grip tightened as the world around them faded to black, three human SOULs of red, yellow, and purple now on full display. In the distance a tune filled with strength and sorrow began to play.

"Shit! Damnit Toriel there's no reason for this!"

The goat monster merely stood her ground, powerful magic flames bursting to life around her.

"There are many reasons! You must prove yourselves! Prove to me you are all strong enough to survive!" Without warning, the flames descended, Sam, shocked by these turns of events hoisted Frisk into his arms. The action earning him the painful sting of the flames.

"AAHHH!"

SAM LV 6 94/105

"SAM!? SAM!?"

Shaking off the pain the younger man dodged another set. "I-I'm fine, DEAN, WATCH OUT!"

Cursing the older man twisted away as the fire landed at his feet. "FUCK! SONOVABITCH! GOD DAMNIT TORIEL, KNOCK IT OFF!"

Wiggling in Sam's grip Frisk pushed desperately down on her ACT button. The voice within her head quivering in disbelief.

Y-YOU COULDN'T THINK OF A-ANY CONVERSATION TOPICS.

Sam released another cry of pain as more flames struck their mark.

SAM LV 6 HP 75/105

Body aching Sam chose to ACT, "Toriel please stop! We-we don't want to fight you!"

Toriel raised her hands, magic sparking and crackling, "Either FIGHT or FLEE! Those are your only options!"

Dean snarled, "SCREW THAT! WE'RE NOT FIGHTING YOU, AND WE SURE AS HELL AIN'T LEAVING! GIVE IT UP LADY!"

Frisk whimpered, she had to do something! Talking wouldn't work, the voice said so! What could they do? Frisk didn't want to FIGHT, not Toriel! Not Mom!

{MERCY}, the voice whispered, its tone desperate but firm.

Determination flowed through Frisk's body, the feeling that no matter what the hurdle, she'd surpass it on will alone. Path set the child threw herself from Sam's protective arms.

"FRISK!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? ITS TOO DANGEROUS!"

Frisk felt bad for ignoring the nice man, but she needed to SAVE Toriel. Slamming down on MERCY Frisk ran forward, evading flames as she went.

"DAMNIT KID! COMEBACK! SHES NOT-AH-CRAP!"

Dean LV 9 HP 101/117

Frisk hit MERCY again, Toriels face twitching.

"What are you doing?"

Frisk shook her head, MERCY once again being offered. Toriel's face fell further.

"What are you proving this way!? Either FIGHT me or run away!"

The goat monster threw another round of magic, Frisk tried to leap out of the way, but she was too close to Toriel, with little room to maneuver. Her blood curdling screams of pain echoed throughout the corridor.

FRISK LV 1 HP 6/20

The battle stopped Toriel's expression one of anguished horror, *Oh dearest Angel, what have I done! *

"KID!" Dean rushed over, falling to his knees beside the injured child cradling her within his arms, Sam not far behind.

"Oh god, oh god, Dean its all my fault! I-I shouldn't have let her go, I should have held on harder!"

"SHIT! SHIT! This isn't your fault Sam, no, stop, shut up! Its not, its mine! I should have protected you both better! I fucked up! I ALWAYS FUCK UP!"

Frisk's whimpers of pain drew their attention, "Shh, shh, its okay, your gonna be okay, shh."

"MMMAA? MMOMMM…"

Unable to bear the atrocious sights and sounds of her child's agony rot by her own magic; Toriel flew to the human's sides, tears of regret leaking from her eyes.

"Shh, shh my little one, do not speak, rest your voice." Green light swathed Frisk's form, the searing pain from the fire, disappearing as if it had never been.

"Heh, heh…you okay squirt?" She nodded, amber eyes glistening with tears.

Toriel addressed the men, her voice subdued and full of self-hatred, "I have no right to ask, not after I have proven I am far more monstrous than Asgore, but please let me take your pains away."

Dean frowned, "I'm not gonna lie, I'm real pissed at you right now. Hurt'n my brother and the kid don't exactly win you brownie points. But I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't understand where you were coming from. So, fix up Sam, then me, and tell us what the hell this was all about!"

"I understand." With a few waves of the green magic both Winchester's were burn free.

"Alright spill."

"Asgore, the king of our realm, he wishes to bring war to humanity. To do this he must break the barrier that surrounds this mountain, a barrier that requires 7 human SOULs. Each child who has fallen here has-has...(sob), I could not stop them! All of them left! Left only to die!" More sobs wracked her body.

Frisk squeaked launching herself at Toriel's shaking frame. "D-Don-nt cry! Mom Love you!"

"Oh, sweet child, you deserve a far better mother, I have failed in all the ways that matter." Sorrow tinged her features. "Pathetic is it not? I could not even save a single human child, and should you pass through these doors, I know I shall lose another."

"Toriel, Toriel look at me!"

Bloodshot eyes clashed with brown.

"Me and Dean, we're not gonna let that happen. There's some things we haven't told you but, fighting monsters, dealing with them, we have experience and I'm not talking about the encounters here in the Ruins. I'm talking about up above."

"Th-There are Monsters, on the surface? H-How!?"

"That's not important right now, what is important is Frisk will be in good hands, we're going to make it out of here, and we're going to stop Asgore. Trust in us."

"I…I will, I shall put my faith in your hands. Stay here for a moment, I will bring you some supplies." Gently kissing Frisk's hair Toriel leaped to her feet, leaving through the passage way.

"Damnit. Can't things ever be simple? Go on a hunt, gank the baddy, go home to Bobby's? How the hell did this trip turn into us stopping another damn war!? Is "Winchester War Stoppers" just written on our ass or something!?"

"Dean! Chill, also you might want to cool it with the language, impressionable eight-year-old."

Dean winced, eyeing the kid, "Uh, right, don't go repeat'n any of that. Your Mom'll try to kill me and probably succeed. All things considered, Goat Mom's a bit of a badass."

"DEAN."

"Right, right, language."

The shuffling of clothes alerted the humans to Toriel return. In her arms were several scarf's of varying colors, a coat just big enough for Frisk and a large messenger bag.

"I have stored the rest of the Butterscotch pie within the bag as well as a notepad for Frisk as well as several Spider Dounuts and their Cider, you need not worry about spoilage as monster food is created and maintained with magic. Should you be harmed by the beasts beyond the Ruins the food will heal you."

She wrapped the scarfs around Sam and Dean's neck and carefully ensured Frisk was well bundled. She than passed the bag to Sam, kissing all three humans on the head.

"Be safe dear ones, and please…do not die."

The door began to open, their journey through the Ruins had come to an end. Sparing one last glance Toriel left, unable to watch more of her children leave.

Dean tightened his scarf, "Come on, let's go."

Nodding Sam reached for Frisk's hand as they moved deeper through the narrow passage.

"Clever, veeeerry, clever!"

"God damnit not again!"

Popping from the earth was none other than Flowey, its plastic smile just as fake as before.

"You think your sooo smart don't you Chara? You and these NPC's!"

"Who the fuck is you call'n an NPC you weed!? You know what, I'm glad your back. Sammy hold the kid, I'm gonna shoot him." Shoving his hand into his jacket, Dean quickly discover his gun was missing.

"Son of a bitch! Can anything else go wrong!? Sam, do you have your gun?"

"No Dean, I thought you knew that already? I figured that's the only reason you didn't try to shoot that first Froggit."

Flowey cackled, "Aww too bad, looks like your party members are uber useless, huh Chara? That's fine, the rules haven't changed, in this world its still KILL or BE KILLED! So, you didn't kill anyone, this time, big whoop! What happens when you meet a relentless killer? You'll die and die and DIE! Than what!?" Its face morphed, becoming hideously demonic, "Will you kill out of frustration? Or will you give up entirely…and let ME control the power of this world? I am the prince of this worlds future. Don't worry my little monarch, my plan isn't regicide. This is SO much more interesting Chara! HAHAHAHAHA!" Flowey's insane laughter bounced off the walls even as it fled, back underground.

"Screw you, you little demon!" Dean growled, "No Blade, no guns, the hel-er, heck are we gonna do Sam?"

Eyes still focused on the spot Flowey had been Sam shrugged evenly, "We'll figure it out, we always do."

Frisk hummed, flashing some encouraging thumbs-up at the other two humans.

"Heh, thanks squirt."

Sam gently squeezed Frisk's hand, "Do you know why he keeps calling you Chara? Has anyone called you that besides Flowey?"

The child frowned, brows scrunching in confusion, hand gesturing for the bag. Sam handed her the pad and pencil.

"No, only Flowey, I don't know who that is. Flowey won't listen, he keeps ignoring my name!"

Sam patted brown locks, "That's okay, we'll find out who Chara is at some point, no need to agonize over it now."

"Amen to that." Dean motioned towards the sealed stone door in their way. "Get over here Sasquatch and help me push."

Rolling his eyes Sam released Frisk's hand but kept the child within his line of sight. No way was Sam giving Flowey the opportunity to attack while their backs were turned.

Huffing both men struggled to push open the heavy concrete, "Come on Sammy put your back into it!"

"I'm trying? This isn't the same as pushing the Impala Dean!"

"What'd you say!? My Baby's light as a feat-"A beam of light trickled in as the door began to move.

"YYYeaaahh, that's what I'm talk'n about! Almost there! Keep going Sammy!"

"How, mmh, many ti-ah-times, do I have, ngh, to say it! Its gahh! Sam!" With a mighty shove the doors slid open, revealing the land scape ahead.

Dean shivered, emerald eyes wide with wonder, "Holy shit…no wonder Tori gave us scarfs…"

Snow, far as the eye could see.

A winter wonderland in the realm of monsters.


(1) Yes, yes, it is.

(2) Winchester luck, it's not always helpful. But when it is, it saves you from falling to your death in a murder hole. Stay thirsty my friends.

(3) Did you guess why it was named "Plan C"? Eh, clever huh? Sometimes I impress myself!

(4) Another reference to season 6 where Dean sends Castiel the most hilarious, most blasphemy filled sentence under the guise of it being a prayer! Its freaking epic and its delivery is brilliant.

(5) No one ever does.

(6) Funnily enough what helped me right that prayer bit for Gabriel was a scene from the anime Tanya the Evil where she starts off talking to god in this worshipful voice only to spit an epically ferocious FU to the Big Guy Upstairs in the most terrifying way a murder loli is capable of.

(7) Delta rune, is it me or does it look really similar to the Tri Force? No? Just me? Okay!

(8) Me too Dean, I swear I've written more, dark, darkness, darkened, in the last two pages than is strictly warranted. Man, I need to up that thesaurus game.

(9) Dirty Liar!

(10) Aww, Sans and Dean are gonna bond over that shared nickname, I just know it.

(11) Yes, I know that's not actually a real word but, in my defense, it feels like the right thing for Flowey to say. Also, even if that sociopath is hundreds of resets/years old, he's still Asriel, who is in fact, a child, so ya know, chalk it up to kids making up words.

(12) Supernatural makes a big deal about how dangerous and powerful souls can be similarly to Undertale and in many instances through the series Castiel has used multiple members of Team Freewill as charging stations. Not once is the experience pleasurable to the battery. So, that in mind I believe the sensation of having said "Nuclear Power Plant", ripped from your body would be a not so fun one.

(13) Why is Dean Justice, well, I'm under the impression that Soul Traits have a lot more to do with the entirety of a person's being than any single instance. Yes, Dean is brave, yes, he has integrity, however none of these drives him as heavily as his desire to do the "right" thing; his own code of Justice. He's even referred to as the "Righteous Man", a title that John himself carried. Not to mention most of Dean's early years were shaped by John Winchester's obsessive need to seek revenge or his own brand of "Justice" for the murder of his wife. A whole lot of which formed the bases of Dean's world view, Nurture Vs. Nature. Its wholly possible that if Mary had lived he'd have been more driven by Kindness than Justice as it has been mentioned on many of occasions that although he's John's boy, he acts far more like his mother.

(14) Hell was extremely traumatic for Dean as I assume Hell would be for anyone and I think something that horrible would leave a large impact on the Soul. Just like the concept of breaking in hell so too should, in theory, "break" the Soul. Its even stated by Castiel, that they had to dull the memories just, so his Soul could function.

(15) Sam as Perseverance, again, it's a lot more to do with "everything" that motivates the person than simply being really, really, smart. Which he is, out of everyone other than Bobby, Sam takes most of the reigns when it comes to research, heck one of his nicknames is "a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Sam has also persevered through his brother's death and being on his own, sure he went about it wrong with the whole demon blood thing but hey, he didn't end up eating a bullet, which Bobby had been afraid he'd do if not for Ruby. Speaking of demon blood, he's been stead fast in the wake of such a dilapidating addiction, one of which gave the Devil the ability to access his very body. Dealing with something that twisted being that close to the culmination of your being, and still coming out sane, that takes a lot of mental fortitude.

(16) LOVE is explained as the number in which it takes you to hurt someone or your capacity to hurt someone, Level of Violence. However, that doesn't necessarily mean ExP, Execution Points; must be intrinsically connected all the time. To me that means whatever lives the humans lived on the surface would be reflected through their SOULS. Sam and Dean have lived harsh lives and have been quick to violence, so it would go without saying that their LOVE would be higher than 1, however that doesn't mean it would be as high as 20 either.

(17) The warping is like a stain on the SOUL, demon blood would do that, I'm sure.

(18) Fast and lose once again, it was a hell of a time trying to figure out a way to incorporate the battle system in a way that wouldn't seem, rushed (it still feels wrong to me, but I tried my best) so I thought, let's have them "look within themselves" to access the Battle Menu and view their current stats.

(19) HP or HOPE should also be affected by the lives of the being in question, I have a chart for how HP works when applied to healthy well-developed children at LV 1 to a fully-grown adult at LV 1(as I'm sure just like with monsters, human HP increases with age and time, just not to the amount of a monster) so check it out. In the mean time know that Sam and Dean are +whatever HP an adult would have and that's because of the extra LV they possess.

(20) Good question, that's because although Flowey's bullet struck Dean's arm, monster magic effects the SOUL. Normal injuries that the boys have endured and walked away with will be a whole lot more difficult to handle because of the SOULs involvement.

(21) Mother of the Brady Bunch, she seems like the wholesome type, just like Toriel.

(22) This is NOT Chara, yes, they are known as the Narrator in the Neutral/Pacifist Routes but that's mostly regarding many of the funny and cute options they supply Frisk with and the amount Frisk has access to. I believe the battles themselves rely heavily on the fighter's actions, this means without Chara giving them extra help. When Dean and Sam press ACT they literally must come up with the best course of "action" all on their own.

(23) I know it probably seems like I'm rushing through the Ruins and I am, just not because I want to get to the action. You see if you're reading this crossover than I assume you've seen, played, ect., when it comes to Undertale. If not than…oops? So, if you've experienced Undertale than you know everything that happens after Toriel saves you and then leaves you to go do stuff. For Sam and Dean things are a bit different, Toriel never leaves as she is trying to lead them to her home while Frisk is napping (like in the game.) This I would assume cuts down on nearly half the monster encounters, and some if not all the puzzles as the three of them are in a hurry and, to the monsters living in the Ruins, Toriel's protective glare can be downright terrifying.

(24) Its never stated what time of the year Frisk takes their fall so I'm taking liberties here. Plus, I have a few "world building" reasons for why the Undergrounds seasons don't match up.

(25) Even when faced with the unknown Dean Winchester can not and will not pass up a good pie.

(26) UGH, fast and LOOOOse, though I kind of hope you guys are enjoying my version of Undertale with the boys. Coming up with all that hurt my brain! (ToT)

(27) Title for the poem is a bit obscure, mostly because coming up with one for such a Masterpiece was all but impossible.

(28) Man on the Internet, he is a God, his Musical is a God, and he deserves all the praise and recognition in the world. P.S. credits for that go to him by the way.

(29) Added that bit myself, it is a poem about new Hope after all.

(30) Thought it'd be great to have Dean be a closet fan of the Hardy Boys, especially since both brothers live their own version of the mystery novels, albeit a terrifying Supernatural one.

(31) American Sign Language. Frisk isn't deaf or mute, but she is autistic, and many autistic children are encouraged to learn speech through their hands. Its to help with communication and eye contact.

(32) A popular toy doll that existed around the late 50's to mid-60's. It was known for its pull string activated voice.


Human Hope Chart (No L.O.V.E.) LV: 1

Human Child {Healthy}(Newborn-6)

Hp Range: 5-20

Human Child {Healthy} (7-13)

Hp Range: 30-35

Human Child {Healthy} (14-19)

Hp Range: 50-55

Human Adult{Healthy} (20+)

Hp Range: 60-85

Human Elder{Healthy}

Hp Range: 85 (will lower as Human "Falls Down" from old age)

Unhealthy Human Child (Frisk Age: 8)

Hp Range: 1-20 (Condition known as "Stunted HoPe Deficiency")