Homestuck only took notice of the two men that stood near him long after his tears had dried. He had slowly gotten up and, after he put his weaponized paintbrush away, walked past them and towards the welcoming light of the house.
As he walked past them, he felt Castiel's hand on his shoulder. He tried to shake it off, but found that the angels grip was unyielding. With a frustrated sigh he turned to face him.
"What," Homestuck said, bleakly.
"We'll get him back," the angel said, matter of factly.
"Of course we will," the fandom said and he clenched his hands into fists, "and when we find who took him, I'm gunna' make em' wish they had fucked with a horrorterror."
Homestuck channeled the space aspect. He felt a pull in his gut and between one blink and the next Castiel, Dean, and himself, were standing in the middle of Bobby's study. He ignored the shocked faces of the three hunters and the angel as he walked away from Castiel. He made his way downstairs and into the destroyed panic room.
He paced back and forth in the small space as he thought about why someone would take his friend. The only thing that has any need for a fandom would be another fandom, he thought to himself. He dimly registered the stomping of feet on the stairs, and he rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, if they haven't done it already, then soon I'll have a trickster to deal with.
Along with the sickening realization of the only possible thing someone could want with his friend came the thought of the cure; the affected fandom had to be restarted. Jegus- I hope that doesn't fuck with the universe, he thought. He breathed deeply as he started to prepare himself for the reality that he would have to do something drastic to his friend in order to save him.
Sam nearly jumped out of his seat when Cas, Dean, and Homestuck suddenly appeared out of thin air. You'd think I'd be use to Cas' teleporting by now. He thought with an eye roll.
He was about to make a comment along the lines of, 'Warnings, Cas. Warnings', but before he had a chance, Homestuck stalked off and towards the basement stairs. Sam then noticed that Supernatural wasn't with the trio, what the hell happened? Sam thought. He shut his laptop, "You want to tell us what all that was about?" Bobby said from behind his cluttered desk; an eyebrow quirked.
"Supernatural's been taken." Castiel answered before Dean had a chance.
Almost offhandedly Dean added, "and apparently Homestuck can teleport."
"What?" Sam asked. Who else knows about them? Or what else, Sam thought He considered the possibilities; most of them unpleasant. He made eye contact with Bobby, who had marked his place in his huge book.
"This black smoke just swept by, Supernatural screamed, and then Homestuck took off running. Well, flying," Dean summarized.
"Let me get this straight," Bobby said gruffly, "that kid's only friend here gets taken and then you let him go to the basement to be by himself?"
Dean stopped short, "Well, yeah. You saw him, Bobby, it's not like he wanted to talk about it."
"Idjits." The old hunter grumbled under his breath as he went after the teenager.
Sam and Dean shared a look before they started to list anything that would want the strange teen.
Homestuck sniffed, annoyed at the tears in his eyes; get ahold of yourself, man he thought as he wiped his running nose. Winnie needs my help, he breathed deeply, and we both need each other to get home.
His head snapped up as he heard the creaking of the old wooden stairs followed by the groaning of the heavy door. He looked up and saw, a rather blurry, Bobby Singer. The old man didn't look nearly as awkward as Homestuck would've thought when faced an unfamiliar challenge; with a crying teenager.
"Hey," Homestuck said, putting on a cheerful voice."What can I do for you?"
"Kid, I'm just gunna' say it. It sucks balls that you're friend is gone," The old man said. Not completely unfamiliar, Homestuck thought. He let out a sharp laugh, whether it was at his thought or what the human had said, the fandom didn't went on as if he hadn't been interrupted, "but we need your help to find him. So, you need to stop sulking, get up there, and tell us what to do."
The fandom's eyes widened in shock. Damn, he thought, now I know why Winnie is so direct.
Homestuck swallowed before he continued, "You're right. I'll be up in a second, just let me pull myself together."
Bobby nodded. He seemed to hesitate for a second before he walked over and offered his hand to the fandom. Homestuck took a shaky breath and accepted the hand offered to him. Once he was on his feet Bobby patted his shoulder before going back upstairs.
Homestuck took a few deep breaths, each growing more steady than the last, before he followed the old man. As the old wooden stairs creaked beneath his feet Homestuck tried to come up with a plan to track Supernatural. As he was halfway up the stairs however he heard the familiar ear piercing sound of Supernatural's phone. He flew up the stairs and around the corner.
He saw Sam pull the old brick of a phone out of his pocket, a poor quality version of 'Carry on Wayward Son' continued to screech from the old speaker. Homestuck reached to grab the device, but Sam had answered and pressed it to his ear.
"Hello?" The younger Winchester said questioningly
"Well hello, Sammy," came the muffled voice of Supernatural. His usual grumpy, deep tone was twisted into a sickly sweet parody of itself.
"Give me the phone," Homestuck growled as he took the device from Sam's shocked hands. He pressed it to his ear, "Winnie?"
"Ooooh heeey, Homes." The sing song voice sent chills to Homestuck's stomach. All of his instincts told him to put the phone down and back away; he kept listening regardless. "What's up, bro?"
"Where are you?" He held the phone between his ear and his neck while he motioned for Sam to get his laptop. The younger Winchester caught on almost immediately and handed Homestuck a thin connector cord. He started to type furiously and, once the phone and the computer were connected, he gave Homestuck a curt nod.
"Wouldn't you like to know, huh?" Homestuck grit his teeth as his friend laughed.
"Yes." He bit out, "We want to come get you."
"No thanks bro, I'm fine here." Supernatural hummed on the other side of the line.
"Winnie, we have to go home," Homestuck tried to reason.
"Mmm, don't care. Just called to say I'm never coming back. Tootles!" The line went dead and Homestuck, dejectedly, snapped it shut.
"Did you get it?" He asked as he handed the phone back to Sam.
Dean and Bobby just looked at each other in mild confusion. Before either of them could ask Sam turned the computer around to show a map.
"Got it," he said. He smiled grimly at Homestuck and said, "one, one, eight, Rockwell."
"What a piece of shit," Dean said as Sam, Homestuck, and himself pulled up in front of an old warehouse. Hell of a good hiding place, he thought to himself as he stopped the car.
The brothers and Homestuck had pulled up to a decrepit looking warehouse. The darkness surrounding the building led the group to believe that no one had been around for a long time. A quick look up revealed that the windows had been broken, the metal siding was rusted, the property around the warehouse could be described as overgrown at best. Wooden pallets and an abundance of metal poles stuck out of from various places at various angles.
Without waiting for the brothers, Homestuck opened the door and started towards the rusted door of the warehouse.
"Hey, wait!" Sam ran around to Homestucks side. The fandom paused mid step, and turned to face him.
"What." Homestuck said curtly. He looks scared shitless, Dean thought as he took in the kid's appearance. His skin had a sheen of nervous sweat, and his eyes were wide; scared, Dean registered, the kid is scared.
Once he stopped to think the eldest Winchester almost smacked himself, of course he's scared. He's alone, and his only friend was taken and turned crazy. Before he could offer any words of comfort however, Homestuck was already speaking.
"It's just…." The kid's voice cracked. He took a breath before he continued, "I need him to get home. We both need to get home safe. Believe me, shits important."
Sam opened his mouth but stopped as Dean gave him a look. He doesn't need comfort right now, Dean tried to convey and, from the way his brother's mouth snapped shut, Sam understood.
"I just have to help Winnie, even if he doesn't want it right now." Homestuck said with a shuddered breath. He seemed to weigh his options before he continued, "Just, when the time comes….I'll have to do something that you guys'll hate. Please don't interfere."
Dean was speechless as Homestuck turned and, with a flick of his wrist, had a giant paintbrush in his hand.