Supernatural walked down the stairs and ran a hand down his face. This is fucking perfect, I don't even want to guess what they think of us now. He walked to the panic room's door and paused, there's nothing I can do about it now, he shook his head and focussed on the present. He let out a heavy sigh and swung open the heavy iron door.
He nearly summoned his knife, the word demon on the tip of his tongue. Homestuck was floating in the middle of the small room with his back to the winged fandom. What made Supernatural see red was when he looked at the room itself.
The room itself had been covered in chalk and paint. Elaborate designs, seemingly random up close, but from where Supernatural stood he could see the whole picture. A decrepit warehouse scene with a wall of smoke, that merged into a painting of Derse and Prospit. This itself bled into an image of a familiar blue box.
Supernatural growled, causing Homestuck to turn around, "I said don't break anything."
Homestuck raised and eyebrow, "First off, no you didn't. Second, I haven't broken anything."
"Shut up with this technicality bull shit," Supernatural started, "we have to clean this up before the brothers see."
"Nah, we can do it later." Homestuck landed and brushed himself off.
"No you fucking moron, now." He ran his hand down his face in exasperation, "if we don't clean this up now then they're going to come down here and beat the living shit out of us."
"I don't care,I can take em'." Homestuck said before he turned back around to resume his drawing.
"Can you at least paint something else. We're trying to convince them that we aren't going to kill people," Supernatural said, irritation colouring his tone.
Homestuck smiled while floating upside down, "but I'm all about the doom aspect this zodiac cycle. I have to get this shit out of my system. I won't know what it's trying to warn me about unless I get the full picture…."
Supernatural tuned out the rest of his new friend's ranting. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of a way to get Homestuck out of the chalk and paint covered room. Talking isn't working, and I am not bargaining, so I guess force is the only option. He shook that thought out of his head, no, that's not how you make friends.
He was brought out of his thoughts as Homestuck said, "besides don't be a little bitch."
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Supernaturals wings snapped out in annoyance. "I'm trying to get us out of here with minimal damage to my timeline. What the fuck are you doing? Oh, making pretty pictures on the goddamn walls." Supernatural felt his extended wings puff up because of his irritation.
Homestuck whipped around to be right side up, "excuse you? My pictures are ironically shitty, you over dramatic satanic worshiping bucket licker."
Homestuck flew closer to Supernatural, making the winged fandom look up to him. Supernatural, not one to be easily intimidated, made himself fly up to come to eye level with Homestuck.
"I am trying to restrain myself for the benefit of this friendship, but I swear to God- I will end you. Demon." With his activation word, a knife was brought out of his sylladex and into his hand. His eyes filled with anger and panic, "I just want to end this without you getting hurt."
Homestuck's eyes flashed to the knife and back to his floating friend. "Is this how we're going to play then?"
Supernatural just narrowed his eyes. They were almost nose to nose now. Supernatural slowly raised his knife, hoping Homestuck wouldn't notice.
"I guess so." Homestuck said as he took notice of the knife. He thought of his plan before he remembered which zodiac he was on, "but I'm a psionic this month, remember?"
He looked just below Supernatural's neck, not wanting to cause serious damage. Light shot out of Homestuck's eyes, hitting the other in the chest; sending him crashing into the salt-iron walls. A loud boom was heard as his body hit the wall, then another as he hit the floor.
Homestuck floated down so once again they were on equal ground, "I really miss when we could do this without caution. I mean- being friends is great, but sometimes you gotta have a kismesis to fuck with. Ya' know?"
Supernatural got up knife still in hand. "I'll fucking gut you with this knife, you fucking candy corn horned asshole!"
With that he lunged towards his companion. Homestuck was ready and caught Supernatural's arm. Supernatural was thrown away by another powerful blast before he could land a hit, however this time he was prepared, and bounced back off the wall and into Homestuck.
Dean jumped as a loud metallic clanging sounded from the basement, he looked at his brother in startled confusion.
"What the hell was that?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged and before he could respond, what could only be described as a small explosion, resounded through the house. He was on his feet, with Sam following closely behind in his brother's actions. Both had their guns drawn before they laid a foot on the stairs.
Without the floor to block any of the noise it was clear that a fight was happening. Shouts, swearing, the sound of collisions, and the crackling of something could be heard clearly.
Dean and Sam weren't even halfway down the stairs when a blur of black, brown, and tan flew passed them and hit the shelf just beside the stairs, knocking it over with a clattering. Their guns snapped up; ready to fire at whatever was ahead of them.
"You motherfucking assbutt!" Came the angry voice of Supernatural, "I'll fucking gut you, you son of a bitch.
Both brothers stood, frozen as the teenager flew back into the panic room.
Assbutt? Dean wondered before he remembered where he had heard that before, that's what Cas calls people.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the horned 'kid' walking into view on the other side of the door; eyes crackling red and blue. He was laughing at his apparent friend's distress.
"What's wrong Winnie, not tough enough to handle yourself?" The grey skinned one's eyes stopped glowing when he turned and winked at the brothers. "Hey guys, what's up? You enj-"
Dean and Sam only saw a blur, before they heard an 'oof' from Homestuck as he disappeared from view. They ran to the doorway of the panic room and got there just in time to see Supernatural on top of Homestuck on the ground, the sickening sound of a knife sinking into flesh seemed to echo throughout the iron space.
Supernatural felt like he had been hit by a bus. Energy blasts are never fun, he thought. He focussed on his breathing and it quickly returned to normal. He stood up before he addressed the other fandom, "Don't call me Winnie you fucking ass."
"Okay. You win." Homestuck coughed; some of his now yellow blood leaked out of his mouth, and spilled onto the floor.
"Damn right." Supernatural's smile was all teeth and he cleaned off his knife and put it away. He turned to go back upstairs and tell the brothers Homestuck would be up in a moment when he froze.
Fuck. Please tell me that haven't been there that long, he groaned internally as his wings flattening against his back, trying to look the least threatening. The brother's were looking at him with barely muted horror broadcasted across both of their faces.
"Hey Sam. Dean. H-how long have you guys been there?" In response to his question both the brothers pointed their guns at Supernatural's head; thinking Homestuck was down. "I ah, I know how this looks- but he'll be fine."
He waved his hand towards his fellow fandom, who had gone pale as his energy focused on healing the stab brothers weren't convinced however, this fact clearly shown when they cocked their guns.
The fandom laughed nervously because although he wouldn't die from a gun wound, it'd hurt, a lot, and he didn't want to deal with pulling out a bullet from his forehead or the effects that would follow after he came back from the dead.
"Hey. I told you before. Listen to my friend, you bucket suckers." Homestuck sat up slowly; clutching his stomach as his he finished healing. He looked uncomfortable but other than that seemed fine, he spat off to the side; getting the last of his blood out of his mouth. His face scrunched up in disgust, "Gog, I hate the aftertaste of death."
Sam moved his gun to Homestuck while Dean kept his trained on Supernatural.
"I guess this didn't help us look any better?" Supernatural said in defeat.
Homestuck snorted, not at all intimidated by the guns the brothers held. Sam walked towards him and hauled him to his feet, ignoring his shouted protest.
"Upstairs. Now." Dean commanded the two fandoms, leading as Sam made sure the two followed without incident.
"Yeah. Thought so." Supernatural sighed as Homestuck patted his back in mock sympathy before they all ascended the stairs.
This isn't what I was expecting when we found these two, Dean thought as Sam, the two 'teenagers', and himself entered the living room.
"You two, sit," Dean said after a few seconds of an awkward silence. He gestured towards Bobby's couch with his gun.
Supernatural and Homestuck sat down, Supernatural looking absolutely embarrassed at losing his control, his wings were slumped and practically resting against the back of the couch. Homestuck at least had the grace to look at the ground.
"Explain." Dean said as he and Sam moved to stand in front of the fandoms. They stood just out of reach, not wanting to risk anything after seeing what the two were capable of.
The one with wings, Supernatural, looked miserable. He sighed and glanced at his 'friend', the winged one raised an eyebrow in a silent question. The look on his face was the same one Sam gave him that said; 'You going to tell them, or should I?'. Homestuck looked back, giving his friend a 'You really want me to explain this?' look. Supernatural nodded, apparently deciding to explain the story, as his wings moved into a more neutral pose as he turned to look Dean in the eyes.
"So….we're not exactly human…." Supernatural began. Homestuck snorted, but stopped when Supernatural shot him a glare.
"I think they guessed that, Winnie." Homestuck said sarcastically, which earned him a hard shove from Supernatural.
"You want to explain this crap?" Supernatural challenged. Homestuck looked away again, "yeah, so shut up, anyway, the closest thing to us is the gods. Or God, we're not really sure. Regardless we -that is you guys and us- weren't supposed to meet. I mean Homestuck and I are here to kill shit, and to become better friends, so."
Before he could continue Sam cut him off, "wait. Friends? You guys were trying to kill each other five minutes ago. And what kind of names are 'Supernatural' and 'Homestuck'?"
Homestuck looked up and glared at him, "Q and A time will be held after the story, you thinkpanless fuck. So kindly sit down, shut up, and let him explain the fucked up situation." Homestuck just wanted to either go kill a monster like he was promised, or go the fuck home.
"Right, no interrupting got it." Sam scowled at the Homestuck, the fandom just stuck out his tongue.
"Right, anyway, like I said we're just here to hunt something, save some people, and go home. It's like the most violent 'chick flick' plot you can think of." Supernatural looked towards Homestuck. "That's pretty much it right?"
"That about sums it up yeah…."Homestuck appeared to be thinking about something, he quickly looked at the brothers. "Oh, and hello, my names Homestuck, and I'm part alien. Nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand towards the two brothers, who just stared at him.
Supernatural punched his arm, "You aren't helping, anything."
The brothers were about to step in, but all of them heard the door open, and the sound of boots.
Bobby stood in the doorway, with groceries in his arms and squinted at the brothers first, then the fandoms. "The hell are you doing in my house?"