Supernatural stared openly at the old hunter, his face turning bright red when Bobby's eyes landed on him. Calm down you idiot, he chastised himself. He turned his gaze to the floor and tried not to panic, he probably wants to know who we are.

He nearly jumped a foot in the air when Bobby's gruff voice sounded from right in front of him, "don't make me repeat myself."

"T-they brought us here," he swallowed nervously, "sir."

Bobby made a gruff sound of acceptance and told the brother to leave, he ignored their protests and waited until they both left. Supernatural felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, "I ain't gunna' hurt you. Just tell me why those two," he gestured in the direction the brothers had left, "look at you like you're the worst things in the world."

The words stopped in Supernatural's throat, the fandom being too anxious to say anything.

Seeing this Homestuck chose to speak up, "we're just here to hunt things that hurt people. Y'know let off some steam and learn to work together."

Supernatural looked at his friend, grateful. Homestuck blushed and awkwardly gives him a thumbs up. The winged fandom turned to Bobby, "s-sorry, having anxiety sucks sometimes."

"You aren't hurting people?" Bobby asked pointedly.

"No, of course not," Supernatural said quickly, "we're just hunting."

I don't trust him, just believe him, Bobby thought to himself. This kid looks petrified, he called the brothers back in and before they could say anything he insisted that any questions from anyone be saved until they were sitting around the table with food in front of them.

The air in the house was tense, and Bobby was left to feel like a peace keeper between the two younger hunters and the 'gods' that now resided in his home. He wondered why the two fandoms didn't just leave.

He assumed that they could easily take the hunters, based on the brother's story of why his panic room looked like a child's drawing mixed with a small mine field. Before he could dwell on it more, Dean called them all to the table.

When everyone sat down the air went from a strained silence to an almost suffocating silence. Everyone just looked at each other, Dean more openly looking at Supernatural than anyone else.

Bobby muttered a quiet, "idjits."

Homestuck let out a snort, to which Supernatural hit his arm. The horned kld stuck out his tongue in response. Despite himself Bobby found a small smile on his face, as he began to eat he began to think that everything would turn out alright between the kids and the Winchesters.

Well this is awkward, thought Homestuck in the resounding silence as their meal came to a close. As the various sounds of a meal began to fade, the all-surrounding silence made itself known.

The tall one, Sam, cleared his throat, "where are you two from?"

"Land of Shade and Light" Supernatural said around a mouthful of food. "It's full of plains, open roads, and the best kind of plants for cooking you've ever had, and that's just the light."

Homestuck tried to signal his friend to be quiet, but Supernatural kept going. Supernatural's eyes had a faraway look as he described his family's place of living. He took another bite of food, but continued to talk regardless.

"Now the dark on the other hand, oh man, let me tell you. It's full of ruins, broken down houses, all kinds of horror movie lookin' things, but I think it's pretty cool. It's perfect for my family and me," he trailed off after realising he was rambling; a light pink dusted his cheeks and he ducked his head low, "hey, Homestuck, you should tell them about your land."

"Fine, I'm from The Land of Junk and Trance." Homestuck said after he elbowed his friend for talking with his mouth full. He doesn't care about making a mess, does he? Homestuck thought to wrinkled his nose at the thought of having to clean up after him. Man, I feel sorry for Buffy, he thought about Supernatural's various roommates, plantmates, all on the same planet and shuddered.

"You want to elaborate?" Dean asked, he seemed to be genuinely interested. He had leaned forward in his seat and all but abandoned his meal.

"It's, well, it's full of a bunch of cliffs and forests made out of various objects and colours. My personal favourite is this bright pink cliff in the far north, surrounded by trees that are this pastel yellow," Homestuck allowed himself to think about the different aspects of his land, "and theres plants all around that make all kinds of notes and sounds; they make this natural music that sounds the best at dusk."

Dean whistled lowly, "sounds like a pretty nice place."

"I don't get it, are those real places? Cities? Countries?" Sam was intrigued and wary at the strange names. His shoulders were straight, and he leaned into the conversation slightly in his curiousity, "I mean everything you say about different colours and unreal atmospheres seem pretty alien."

"Planets." The two fandoms answered together. They shared a look, mutually deciding that that's all that would be said on the matter. Neither of them wanted to explain the whole transportalizer, god tier thing, and general dimension thing.

"If it helps, I'm technically an alien," Homestuck said as an afterthought.

"Oh," Sam said awkwardly when neither of them elaborated on Homestuck's comment.

"So, how old are you guys exactly?" Dean asked, the slight smile that had been forming was gone with Homestuck's admission. He had his arms crossed and his posture was more intimidating than curious.

Supernatural scrunched his eyebrows before he counted on his fingers, "about ten."

"Around two and a half." Homestuck said automatically, he forgot that humans used years instead of sweeps.

"Wait," Sam said skeptically, bringing the small conversation to a halt as their words sank in, "you both look like teenagers."

Dean leaned in, seemingly eager to hear how the fandoms would react to the sudden change in atmosphere. I missed when it was just awkward silence, Homestuck thought to himself.

"Yeah, well you know." Supernatural ducked his head, blushing.

Is….is he embarrassed that he doesn't know how to explain this to the hunters? Homestuck thought, he tried to stop himself from smiling, the mighty Winnie can't even explain to his own dudes what's up. He watched in amusement as the already pink fandom flushed a darker red as he was scrutinised by Dean.

"You look fourteen." Dean's tone was one of accusation, "what're two kids doing on their own anyways?"

"Are you saying we can't protect ourselves?" Supernatural also started to stand, Homestuck put a hand on his friend's arm, "and why do you have such a problem with us?"

"Winnie, stop," Homestuck muttered, honestly, you're the one that said we try not to look suspicious.

"Maybe it's because when I let my guard down I feel like I should know you," Dean said defensively, "you want to explain that?"

The air was charged with anger. Both parties were frustrated by the situation they couldn't control, and this was an easy way to blow off some steam. Why does he always have to fucking fight, the horned fandom groaned to himself, honestly why can't we ever just communicate? I guess Dean is where he gets his emotional constipation.

"Both of you sit down and shut up." Bobby said suddenly. This caused everyone to turn towards him, "If you're going to fight, go outside."

Both Dean and Supernatural begrudgingly sat back down, as soon as they broke eye contact they each mirrored each other in a rather childish pout. Both had their arms crossed and had hunched in on themselves. When Dean noticed how similar they were, he got up and stormed outside, the door slammed behind him.

Well, at least they listened, Homestuck thought to himself.

When Sam was sure that everything was, mostly, calmed down he cleared his throat to gain attention. With everyone's attention on him he asked, "so you guys are gods?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Homestuck raised an eyebrow, giving Sam the 'I know more then you' stare.

"Do you need sacrifices to keep going?" Sam asked, that's just eerie, he shuddered at the thought.

"Gross, no," the winged teenager shuddered. With Supernatural's constant eye contact Sam felt like he was talking to a younger sibling, "we just kind of are. It's very hard to explain and even we don't know how it happened. We just kind of woke up and 'poof' we were gods. Besides," he gestured towards his friend, "he probably knows more than I do. It's more interesting to him. I just like to kill things that hurt innocent people."

"Oh, alright then…." Sam was about to say more but Supernatural gave him a mock salute and walked away; empty bowl in hand. I guess he's done talking. Geez, it's like when Dean was in high school, Sam smiled to himself. When he turned he saw Homestuck looking at him curiously, "what?"

"Nothing, just wondering why you guys are helping us," he said with a shrug, "I mean you don't trust us, which same by the way. I don't trust you either, but I didn't invite you into my house."

"Fair," Sam bit his lip as he thought about how to respond, "it's probably because of how you guys look. Dean likes to help kids, and I don't think you've done anything wrong."

"Dude, we destroyed your metal room," the teenager scratched the back of his neck, "which I will fix by the way."

Sam continued as if Homestuck hadn't said anything, "another reason, for me anyway, is Supernatural seems so familiar, but I know I've never seen him in my life."

"Oh!" Homestuck suddenly exclaimed, which caused Sam to jump a bit, "I can explain that. He's a personification of your whole world. Especially you and Dean, so it would make sense that he seems familiar. I can't really explain it because the feelings different for everyone, but basically whatever is the most important thing to you and your brother it causes you to feel a certain pull for him. Knowing Winnie, I'm guessing family?"

Sam stored this information away, he intended to tell Dean and Bobby about it later. He nodded before he asked another question, "so what about you? Your world or whatever, what draws people to you?"

"Friendship mostly," he replied simply. Homestuck had a small smile, he brushed the hair from his face before he continued, "my uh, world, is based around friends so that's what makes me seem most familiar. If I were to meet them that is."

His statement struck the hunter as odd, "what do you mean 'if'?"

"Well, technically, we aren't supposed to be seen by anyone. Y'know supposed to blend into the background," he brought a simple string necklace with a modern house key on it, "my friend Who calls this a perception filter. It's supposed to keep us just out of the corner of everyone's eye."

"So why can we see you?" Sam wanted to know all about these new facts, he felt himself getting excited at the possibilities of how this 'perception filter' could help on hunts.

"Someone or something is tampering with it," The addition of Supernatural's voice made both Homestuck and Sam jump. They both turned to find the winged teen standing behind them, he looked slightly defeated.

"Oh, hey bro," Homestuck said, "we were just talkin'."

"Do you think I could speak to Sam alone?" Supernatural asked, hesitantly.

"Yeah," Homestuck quickly agreed as he got up and offered his seat, "I wanted to tackle Bobby's book collection anyways."

Homestuck patted his friend on the shoulder before leaving the two alone.

Supernatural wrung his hands under the table as the younger Winchester patiently waited for him to start talking. Why is this so hard? It's just Sam, he bit the inside of his cheek out of nervousness. Just ask him where Dean is, he tried to gather the courage, you both freaked out and now you want to say sorry, that's not a bad thing. So, why is asking where he is so fucking hard?

"Do you know where Dean is?" He took a deep breath, "I want to apologize."

There. Did it. His heart pounded as he waited for Sam's response. He focussed on evening out his breathing, fuck anxiety, he thought to himself.

"He's probably out in the junkyard," Sam said. He put a hand on the fandom's arm as the kid started to get up, "but you should let him cool down first. He's not exactly the best at emotional talks."

"Right," Supernatural trailed off, "well thanks. Uh, sorry for bothering you."

"Nah, you didn't bother me. You ok though? You seem kind of high strung," the younger Winchester's eyebrows drew together in concern.

"Me? Yeah, I just haven't taken these anxiety meds I have for a few days," he said quickly, "and they help with aggression but, yeah."

"Oh, ok. If you want we can spar or something tomorrow? I know it's no substitute for actual medication," Sam said as soon as Supernatural shot him a look of exasperation "but it couldn't hurt, right?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," the fandom felt himself smile at the offer.

"Alright, I'm going to go check on Dean, see if I can get him to calm down," Sam got up but paused before moving, "You'll be alright?"

"Yeah, just," the teenager bit his lip again, "thanks."

Sam nodded before he walked out the backdoor.

Who the fuck does he think he is, Dean thought to himself as he stormed deeper into the maze of wrecked cars. He kicked a rock and felt satisfied with the clang it made in the side of some unseen junk. He huffed and laid down on the hood of one of the better looking cars, he looked up at the clouds in the sky as he tried to calm down.

The fluttering of wings caught his attention and he quickly sat up. In front of him was Cas looking as stone faced as ever.

Cas's eyes landed on Dean and he nodded. "Hello, Dean."

"Hey, Cas." Dean responded before he laid back down.

"Is something wrong?" the angel asked. Dean felt the hood of the car dip with added weight and he moved to the side so Cas could lay beside him. He patted the empty space and waited until the angel was relaxed enough before continuing.

"Yeah, these two kids we picked up," Dean took a deep breath, "they aren't human. I feel like I know one of em' and it's weird. It feels like a younger version of Sam just showed up and now I have to take care of him, but it makes no sense." Cas didn't say anything, instead he waited patiently for him to finish his thoughts, "and I know it doesn't make any sense. I get it, but it's just so foreign to feel this attached to someone who ain't' family."

Dean closed his eyes against the evening sun and sighed, "I don't know how to deal with this, man."

"Dean, it's ok to not know what to do," Cas's deep voice caused Dean to relax a bit, he was reassured that his feelings were valid. Castiel continued, "would you like me to show up in a few hours and make sure these, kids as you called them, aren't a threat to humans?"

Dean opened his eyes again and looked sideways at Cas, who was looking at the sky above. He was struck with how good of a friend Cas was to him, "if you have other things to do it's fine, Cas."

Cas turned to look at the hunter with a narrow-eyed stare, "I wouldn't have offered if I was busy."

Neither of them broke eye contact until Dean let out a soft laugh and looked back at the sky. He missed the small smile the graced the angel's lips as he too turned to look back at the heavens.

"That'd be great," Dean sighed. I guess Sam was right, talking about shit actually helps, he thought to himself.

"Your brother is walking over here," Cas said. Both he and Dean sat up, "I will see you soon."

"See you," the hunter said and clapped Cas on the shoulder.

With a nod and a flutter of wings Dean was alone on the hood of the old car again. He stretched and stood up just as Sam came around the corner.

"Hey Dean!" His brother waved to him.

"Yeah, Sammy?" He called back and started walking to meet the other hunter half way.

"You done having a bitch fit yet?" He saw the wide smile on Sam's face.

"Yeah I'm done," he responded as they met up, "and you're the bitch."

"Whatever, jerk." The smile disappeared from Sam's face, "seriously you alright? 'Cause the one with the wings, Supernatural, wanted to talk to you. Something about being sorry he freaked out."

Dean clenched his jaw, but reminded himself that Cas would most likely be there to help if anything went wrong. He nodded to his brother, so why isn't he with you?"

"I told him I'd talk to you," Sam said, "I figured you needed some time to cool off."

"Thanks for that," Dean said. Sam and him had turned and began walking back to the house, "it's just weird y'know? Do you get the feeling that the kid is family?"

"You mean Supernatural? Yeah, actually. The other one, Homestuck, explained it to me," Sam said before he explained everything he knew to Dean. The older Winchester listened and made a mental note to add everything to the journal when he had a chance. It makes more sense why he said he was everything we've ever faced now, thought Dean as the two approached the back door.

Homestuck had all types of books stacked around him in a semi-circle. His friend was beside him, talking to Bobby about hunts he had been on 'back home'. The older hunter was sat at a cluttered desk, giving his own experiences. They were discussing the pros and cons of each weapons for each creature.

For his part, Homestuck was only half listening. Instead he skimmed the pages of an old mythology book, a picture depicting a Wendigo caught his eye, something about it seemed familiar. Before he had a chance to read more or to ask Supernatural about it, the back door creaked open and the two brother entered.

"Hey, kid," Dean said before Sam nudged him with his elbow, "Supernatural. Can I talk to you for a second?"

The other fandom glanced at Homestuck, who shrugged in response and went back to reading. A Wendigo is a cannibal monster or evil spirit native to the northern forests of the United States and Canada. Some say that Wendigos were once humans that ingested in human flesh, legends also say that Wendigos are evil spirits that may have possessed humans and made them become monstrous. Wendigos are historically associated with murder, cannibalism, and greed.

Homestuck shuddered, geez, Gamzee's fucked up, but not that much. He turned the page, but there was nothing more on the creature. He felt his eyebrows pinch together, where's the rest?

"These strange reports of lights in the sky, it's got all of us uneasy." Bobby's voice brought him out of his reading-induced trance.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Homestuck said as he closed the book he was reading, thoughts of ancient creatures were pushed to the back of his mind.

"I was telling Sam what these hunters not too far from here saw," Bobby said as he turned to look at Homestuck, "why?"

"What kind of lights? Were they almost a neon green?" He asked the hunters quickly.

"Yeah," Sam answered, "How'd you know?"

Homestuck had gone tense and his eyes were wide, "Was there anything else?"

"Yeah, they sent me this picture," Bobby held up his phone. It showed a black 67' chevy impala that was identical to the Winchester's except for something hanging from the rear-view mirror.

"Supernatural, get in here!" The winged fandom and Dean walked in from outside. Before Supernatural could say anything Homestuck had grabbed the phone and flew beside his friend.

"Hey dumbass, think they've found something of yours." Homestuck looked at in shock. Supernatural stared back, as he took the phone. He went white and began to shake.

"Is that my car?" Supernatural said to no one in particular as he looked at the phone screen, "why the fuck is my car here? Did you know about this?" He turned to Homestuck who shook his head in response.

"What are you talking about?" Dean went to grab the phone, but a look from Sam held up his hand, causing Dean to stop. The older Winchester looked back and noticed that Supernatural had begun to shake.

Homestuck took the phone from the other fandom's hands and politely gave it back to Bobby. He returned to his friend's side, as soon as Supernatural noticed this he turned to face him. Tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Are, are we being kicked out of home?" Supernatural's breathing had begun to pick up. As his thoughts rushed through his head he had one very clear realisation; oh, I'm having a panic attack. His breathing kept picking up, and he felt himself begin to shake more as his throat closed up; this made talking seem like an impossible task.

"Winnie, Winnie calm down." Homestuck said calmly, "can I touch your shoulder?"

Supernatural nodded and felt his friend's hand rest lightly on his jacket. He felt himself relax slightly as he focussed on evening out his breathing. Homestuck's hand acting as a point to ground him. He ignored the panicked look of the other hunters in the room.

"Tell me what you're thinking, bro," Homestuck said. Supernatural appreciated his friend's ability to remain unruffled in the face of panic.

"What did we do? Is it my fault? Why can't we get back?" Supernatural said, rapidly voicing his thoughts, "I've been trying since that stupid house! It's not working! It's not….I can't!" His wings had taken on a stiff posture. He looked at his horned friend desperately, "they hate us, Homestuck what're we gunna' to do!"

Homestuck looked at the three hunters briefly before turning back to his friend, he lowered his voice so only the distraught fandom could hear him.

"Winnie look at me," he waited until Supernatural turned towards him, "we are fine. We'll figure this out. Now I'm going to touch our foreheads, like Who does, ok?" He waited until Supernatural nodded before he leaned his forehead against Supernatural's. "Breathe, match your breathing to mine. That's it. In, out, in, out."

As his friends breathing became normal, Homestuck rubbed his shoulders. "Better?"

Supernatural nodded and pushed himself away.

"I'm just….I need to be alone for a little while." He walked back towards the stairs. "Don't. Don't come down here for a bit."

He didn't even bother with the stairs, instead opting to fly to the panic room's door. He shut the heavy door behind him and tried to ignore the lack of noise from upstairs.

Once he was fully in the panic room Supernatural went to sit beside the desk with his knees drawn in and head down. His wings wrapped around him to form some kind of comfort.

You just have to calm down. We'll get out of here soon. He told himself as he started to shake again. Just calm down. He forced himself to relax his muscles as much as he could in his position. He felt his eyes grow heavy, that's right; I haven't slept in days.

I'll just go see if anyone else is sleeping, he fell asleep curled in on himself.

Back upstairs the silence that followed was deafening, broken only when Homestuck cleared his throat.

"He's ah, not that good with feeling abandoned." He didn't look any of them in the eye, focussing instead on the ground, "it's part of his anxiety."

"I think you should tell us the whole story." Sam took a step forward after a glance and Bobby and Dean, "more that what you told me."

"Yeah," Homestuck looked up and scratched the back of his head, he gestured back towards the kitchen table. "Just sit down, this'll take a little while."

He took a deep breath thinking of how to explain how the situation. Two gods who can't get home, what a fucking joke, he thought to himself humorlessly.

Supernatural woke up on Derse where he had fallen asleep last; on a hill overlooking the city. He was dressed in both purple and yellow as was custom for the fandoms.

Despite all of the fandoms being God Tier, most chose to dream on the two moons instead of in dream bubbles. Seeing the purple and yellow cities as meeting places, or just found them fun to walk around.

Supernatural got up and went to look around the city, the hill he was on was one of the highest points on this side of the dream worlds and he often came here when he needed to be alone, or when he wanted to read. Homestuck didn't like coming to Derse as much, preferring the brighter and busier atmosphere that Prospit offered.

He made his way down choosing to walk instead of fly as he usually would to allow himself time to think about their situation. Who or what is keeping us in my world, he thought to himself as he looked under all the trees in his sight. Star Trek and Doctor Who usually come here, he thought, almost as much as me, he hadn't noticed the footsteps quickly coming up from behind him. He was lost in his own head thinking about how Homestuck and him were going to get home when he heard a voice.

"Supernatural?" Startled he jumped and turned around to face the voice.