Dean huffed quietly to himself. He was annoyed and wondered when and how the two teenagers had gained enough leeway to just walk out of conversations as they saw fit. Most feared hunters my ass, he thought to himself as he got up to retrieve a beer from Bobby's fridge.

After both of the mysterious teenagers had left Sam had pulled out his laptop and, last time Dean had checked, he was researching string theory and a bunch of other 'nerd stuff'. Bobby had moved towards his shelves, picked up one of the more new looking books, and sat down at his desk.

Dean himself had an ever growing list of questions, but knew the only real answered any of the hunters would receive was going to be from one of the two kids, and not from some book or website. He took a swig of his beer as he waited until the other two came to this realization as well.

He thought about the unspoken agreement all of them had to let the two calm themselves down, it's a miracle this didn't happen earlier, Dean thought as he was reminded that they were still teenagers. Sam and I were hell at that age, he remember how many times he had had to leave the various motel rooms, lest he want to get into a shouting match with his little brother. He shook his head and laughed a little, a fond smile pulling at his lips as he drank more. He noticed his brother look at him oddly.

The swelling on Sam's face had gone down quickly, which Bobby had questioned until Sam said it felt like 'grace-healing'. Dean assumed it had to do with the 'god' who had caused the pain in the first place.

After a short while Dean became ansty. He tapped the couch before a glare from Bobby had halted his movements. He had quickly moved onto shaking his leg before a curt, 'dude', from Sam had stopped that. He finally decided to go listen to music in the impala until something happened.

"I'm goin' out," he said as he got up.

"Where?" Sam asked, not even glancing up from his computer.

"The car. I'm bored as fuck in here," Dean checked his pocket, smiling as he felt his keys.

"We'll call you in if anything turns up," Bobby said dismissively.

Once Dean was seated comfortably in his car he closed his eyes; more content to sit in silence. Maybe if I should just sleep, he thought to himself as his mind drifted. He sat for a few minutes before he felt a headache starting. Frustrated, he huffed and opened his eyes, only to jump when he saw a familiar pair of blue eyes.

"Hello Dean." Cas seemed unfazed that he had almost given the hunter a heart attack.

"G-Fuck Cas!" He caught himself before he used Cas's father's' name, he remembered how his friend had made his discomfort on blasphemy known during one of their, now normal, talks. He quickly continued, "how long have you been there?"

"Since you closed your eyes. We need to talk." Castiel's gaze never left his. Dean looked away first, slightly uncomfortable.

"Okay? This couldn't have waited till morning?" Dean felt the pulsing pain get stronger as his headache increased.

"No," came the gruff response.

He rubbed at his temples, he only stopped when Cas reached up and touched his forehead. The pain had immediately stopped, and Dean couldn't help letting out a sigh.

Cas removed his hand from Dean's head. "We need to talk about them. You must be careful Dean, those two could be dangerous. I couldn't find anything about them."

"What do you think are they Cas?" Dean asked quietly.

"Very powerful, very young, and something I have no name for ." Castiel said simply. His face turned confused as he looked out the window, past Dean. He narrowed his eyes, angel blade sliding from under his sleeve as he focussed back on the hunter, "Dean something's coming."

"What do you mean?" Just as he finished his sentence they both saw smoke blacker than night go over the car.

Dean grabbed the demon blade he kept in the front of the car and got ready for a fight. The smoke moved over them and seemed to focus on one point in the junkyard. They heard a scream. Demons, Dean thought as he got out of the car. He heard the sound of wings, which indicated that Cas had flown out of the car. He opened his mouth to come up with some sort of plan but was brought up short as Homestuck landed on the ground, and started to run.

"Supernatural!" The teenager shouted as he brought out his paintbrush from thin air; the giant brush now looked like it was made out of sharp pieces of metal that reflected the moonlight in the different colours of the rainbow. He took off again flying towards the smoke which had risen and was starting to quickly move away. Dean and Cas followed the teenager as he sped towards the demonic smoke, as he sped ahead he left both men in the dust.

"Cas, we're falling behind." Dean threw over his shoulder as he sprinted after the teen.

Castiel reached out and touched Dean's wrist. In the blink of an eye they were both standing where the smoke had been and where Homestuck was currently landing. They watched as he yelled, animalistic, into the warm night air. Cas stepped in front of Dean and Homestuck swung his brush at an old car. The metal cut like warm butter under his brutal swings with an ear splitting screech. Dean swallowed hard as the teenager tired himself out and stood still, his breathing came out in puffs.

The only words he uttered were so quiet that, had anything else have been making noise, Dean wouldn't have heard them, "I'm alone."