"Oh my god! Supernatural you're okay!" Supernatural turned in time to be tackled by a large scarf wearing person. Doctor Who! Oh thank Chuck, someone who knows dimensions, the winged fandom felt a flood of relief as he wrapped his arms around the other fandom.
When the other stepped back Supernatural took in his usual disheveled appearance. Instead of his usual outfit which consisted of a light brown trench coat over a white t-shirt, dark dress pants, and converse, the other fandom was also wearing the purple and yellow pajamas.
The fandom's dark acne covered face was drawn up into a look of concern, "we didn't know where you went! Where's Homestuck? Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's fine," Coming out of his shock Supernatural fully realised who was in front of him, "We're trapped Whover, you have to help us!" he pulled back, but kept his hands on the other fandoms shoulders. He had an irrational fear that if he let his friend out of his grasp then there would be no way home for Homestuck and him.
"Woah, relax. Deep breaths. How long has it been since you've taken your medication?" Doctor who narrowed their eyes, taking in their friends appearance. Supernatural had bags under his eyes, and his skin was pale, and clammy. His hair was greasy, and his usual 'devil may care' appearance looked more worn out that usual. His wings which were usually up and glossy had lost their sheen and drooped slightly.
"Four days….but listen that's not important right now. Our perception filters aren't working, and I thought you guys kicked us out!" Supernatural started to shake again, tears coming to his eyes, "My car showed up Whover!"
Shocked Doctor Who looked to re-assure their friend. "What? We'd never! Listen something's been off with the portals too, all of them! I tried to go see Torch yesterday and got blasted into your empty garage, which now that I think about it explains the car thing. Sorry if anything's wrong with it by the way. I've let the others know but no one knows what's going on! All of the Treks are working on it, but you know how they get. Always arguing about different machines and the like, it's obvious that they should let dad and me handle it, because we actually know what's wrong, but no. They have to be all hands on deck and it's ridi-!" Doctor who cut off their rambling noticing Supernatural's face. His eyebrows were scrunched together and he was trying to follow the rapid pace of Doctor Who's speech. They rubbed their neck, and took a breath before continuing, "sorry, it's just been so quiet."
"It hasn't been fun here either. The Winchesters found us and won't let us leave. I mean we could use force but, y'know'..." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Yeah I know." Supernatural said, "So what's wrong with the main system?" He asked expectantly, "maybe we can help from this side."
"Oh, it's actually really simple! You see we ju-" His friend's face began to fade.
Derse dissolved around him and Supernatural lightly felt that someone was shaking him awake.
"Hey kid. Wake up!" Supernatural screamed as he jumped up and punched the person that had woken him up in the face. He pinned them down and had a knife at their neck before he came back to his senses. A very surprised Sam was under him, neither of them moved.
Having heard the yelling Dean, Bobby, and Homestuck ran in to see the scene before them. Supernatural supposed that their current position made him look like he was trying to hurt the younger Winchester. The fandom put his knife away and jumped off Sam and flew as far away from him as the room allowed.
"You fucking moron!" He yelled at the human, "I was so close to finding out how to get back!" Supernatural cried, using his sleeve to wipe up tears.
"Calm down! This isn't solving anything Winnie." Homestuck said, forcefully. The nickname made him angrier and seeing the brother's reminded him too much of home.
Letting his anger get the best of him he said, "I saw him! There's a mistake, and we were gonna' fix it! You just screwed us over!"
He glared daggers at the younger Winchester and growled under his breath. He felt his wings puff up and out, which made the fandom appear bigger. He brought his feet shoulder length apart and bent them, ready to pounce.
"Hey! It wasn't his fault," Dean had moved in front of his brother and matched Supernatural's fighting stance.
With a growl Supernatural launched himself at the older brother. Before he could make contact however, Homestuck grabbed his jacket, pulling him back and throwing him on the ground before Supernatural could make contact. His angel blade clanged against the floor and popped out of existence.
"Enough. You need to calm down." Homestuck held him there with the end of his paintbrush.
Before Supernatural could move from his position on the ground a loud 'boom' similar to thunder was heard, and the lights burst.
Dean looked towards the door as Castiel entered. A shiver went up his spine as he realised that this wasn't his friend right now, but Castiel; Warrior of God.
He looked ready to smite someone, and all of his attention was currently on Supernatural and Homestuck. Dean saw the glint of his angel blade come down from his sleeve.
He looked at Sam who gave him a 'he'll only listen to you' look. Dean nodded before quickly moving to subdue him. He put his hand on the angels shoulder and it felt like he had touched a rock wall for a few tense seconds before Cas relaxed. Dean turned Cas's body to face him though Castiel's eyes never left the two fandoms.
"Are these the two you mentioned earlier, Dean?" The angel said. He allowed himself to look at Dean for the amount of time it took the older Winchester to nod before his eyes were back on Supernatural and Homestuck.
Dean looked back at the two fandoms. Homestuck and Supernatural had their foreheads against each other again and Supernatural had his eyes closed as they both breathed slowly. "Yeah. These are them."
"The one with the wings is an angel who is connected to you," Cas said. Dean thought he looked a little hurt, "not just you. He's connected to everything, but nothing. It's very confusing."
"What do you mean connected?" The hunter said as he looked at his friend.
Castiel opened his mouth to answer but Bobby called the from the main floor. He gave Dean a look that said 'we'll talk later' and he disappeared.
After Dean and the others had made their way back into the main upstairs room the older Winchester had headed into the kitchen and made a beeline for the freezer. He wrapped a few ice cubes into a nearby dish towel, but froze when Homestuck stepped up beside him to do the same and Homestuck looked at each other as Dean continued to slowly make a makeshift ice pack for Sam.
"Sorry about him." Homestuck said as they worked. "He's not at his best right now, but that doesn't really excuse things does it?"
Dean grunted, still obviously pissed off.
Homestuck sighed before continuing, "Look I know you're pissed at him for punching your brother. I get it, but he was sound asleep and woke up in an unfamiliar room," He thought about his next words carefully before he continued, "besides he apologized and Sam seems to forgive him so maybe, you should too," he turned and walking away, leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.
The few minutes Dean had alone were spent thinking about what Homestuck and Castiel had said. What does Cas mean connected? he thought as he finished making Sam's ice pack, when that was done he put the ice back in the freezer and left to go join the other.
He put the thought of figuring out Cas's vague sentence to the back of his mind as he entered the other room, too preoccupied with helping his brother.
Sam didn't blame Supernatural for what he'd done. Sure he was angry at the massive If the situation was reversed I'd do the same, he thought to himself as he looked out one of the windows. It was late, so all he ended up doing was looking into pitch black.
As Homestuck entered he nodded at Sam before going to Supernatural's side and holding the ice pack to his face. Sam noticed with a bit of a start that Supernatural's face was swollen, and it looked like he had been punched. Hard. That can't be right. I didn't hit him, and he certainly didn't hit himself. What's going on?
In the middle of his thinking he didn't see Dean come in and wasn't aware of his presence until he sat down next to him and handed him another ice pack; which he pressed to his face, he sighed in relief as it eased the throbbing pain. Kid's a good shot, I'll give him that.
He saw Supernatural briefly look up but as he opened his mouth to reassure the younger one that everything was alright but the teen lowered his gaze. Sam caught the look of utter shame that he wore.
He looked at Dean, noticing that he had seen it to. Dean shook his head in a 'we'll talk to him later' kind of way and Sam nodded.
Supernatural had briefly looked up to see if Sam was alright, and maybe to apologize, but he saw Sam looking at him and he quickly looked down. He was unable to make himself see the damage he had caused to someone he cared for, it was bad enough that he could feel it.
Supernatural refused to look at anyone, too ashamed of his behaviour. His wings which had been standing up until this incident were down and almost touching the couch he was sat on. What the hell is wrong with me! I can't even control my temper, this is horrible. I hate it! he took a shaky breath and tightly closed his eyes, trying to get a hold of his emotions.
"You going to tell us what happened?" Bobby said in a soft tone. Supernatural just shrugged and studied the floor.
"Winnie, we gotta tell them." Homestuck was currently holding ice to Supernatural's cheek, as it was apparent that the other fandom wasn't even going to try and heal himself or even do anything to relieve his pain. Supernatural didn't even respond this time. "Fine. I'll do it, you see where we're from sleeping doesn't always mean dreams."
The hunters just looked at him in shock.
"Sci-fi chat room," Sam muttered, mostly to himself in an awe stricken voice.
Homestuck continued as if he hadn't noticed the interruption, "we have this place that we can all go meet up when we're asleep regardless of time and space. it's hard to explain exactly but…." He trailed off, "I'm not sure how to explain it to you….Our friend once said Derse and Prospit -that's what the places are called- are like space stations and we're like little space ships. I like to think of them as the sun and we're all just little planets," Sam's mouth was slightly open, and Bobby's eyes were narrowed, "you know, because the light from the sun…. reaches…. all the…. planets…?" His voice got higher as it became apparent that he wasn't being clear enough. Damn these fucking nerves. He cleared his throat. "You know what Winnie'll know how to put it into term you'll understand. I need some air."
With that he put the ice pack down and walked out the door, leaving the hunters in silence. Both turned to the other fandom who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. They saw the teen swallow hard before he picked up the ice pack and handed it to Sam. He briefly touched the youngest Winchester's face before he followed Homestuck outside.
Supernatural decided that they needed some time apart from each other to think. He knew that Homestuck liked to lay down on the roof and look at the stars while he thought. While he himself was one to walk when he needed to think.
He decided to walk around the junkyard, he kicked a good sized rock as he went. As he walked past an old beat up car with cinderblocks holding it up he sighed to himself, why is communication so damn hard?
"I'm so fucking stupid." He growled quietly under his breath as he continued his frustration fueled walk. As he began to think more his voice increased in volume. "Really, a hunting trip? Did we honestly think….Did I honestly think nothing bad would happen? Something bad always happens!"
He picked up speed the more he thought about how the whole situation was his fault, not noticing how far he was from Bobby's until he kicked the small stone a little too hard and heard it hit the side of an old car with a clang. Only then did he notice how utterly dark his surroundings were. He looked behind him and saw the lights of the house in the distance. Jeez, how far did I walk? He turned around and started to make his way back but stopped when a chill ran up his spine. Someone's watching me, he realised as he formed a fist.
He spun around and growled out, "who's there? Come out and I won't beat you into the ground."
A glint from the shadows of a stack of cars were his only answer. Smoke as black as ink billowed from the darkness, reaching towards Supernatural. The cloud ensnared the winged fandom, latching onto his coat and crawling up his arms. He screamed as a heart-stopping cold set into his last thing he was aware of before the darkness closed him off from anything else was the smell of blood, sulfur, and the faintest hint of wet dog.
While on the roof Homestuck mentally hit himself for not thinking of Prospit and Derse in the first place. Am I stupid? Of course the others would be sleeping, he sighed in frustration, I have to step up my game.
His thoughts soon drifted to his own family. Sleuth isn't going to let me live this down. I can hear him now 'Oh Stuckle, for someone whose series focuses on portals and timelines so much, you'd think you'd be more knowledgeable. Maybe you should join your brother and I for class so you can learn from your elders instead of skipping to draw. This could've been avoided, you know.' And I'll flip him off and our bro will tell us both to 'knock it off this is a family dinner'. Homestuck snorted, smiling to himself as he let the made up scene play out in his mind.
What if I never see them again? His smile wavered, his lip trembling as he felt tears threaten to fall. He sniffled loudly, and used the back of his hand to wipe the snort that had started to run from his nose. He shook his head with bitter laugh. I'm too tired for this shit, he thought as he took a deep breath to calm himself down.
After a few minutes of trying to calm down, Homestuck felt himself relax. Man, I hope Winnie isn't mad anymore, we haveta' work together to get home. He sat up and inched his way to the edge of the roof, just as he was about to jump off he heard Supernatural's terrified scream.
He looked up and saw a dark sinister cloud as it rapidly flew away. Before he knew what he was doing he had flown off the roof and the various stacks of cars were flying by him as he went after the cloud, weapon in hand. By the time he reached where his friend's scream had come from all hint of the malevolent smoke had disappeared.
He landed and noticed a few stray black feathers were the only hint that his friend had been here at all. He yelled into the sky as he started to cry. He lashed out on an unsuspecting rusted vehicle, the end of his paintbrush turned from soft bristles to hundreds of razor sharp swords. He didn't see Dean and Castiel appear to his side as he felt the old metal give beneath his onslaught as two words creeped into his mind; I'm alone.