As Homestuck took his first step forward an iron grip caught his arm; Castiel needs to work on his tact, the fandom thought as he nearly lost his balance. He tried to jerk free, but Castiel just pulled him closer. Jegus, is he trying to tear my arm off, he thought as he shook free of the angel's grip.
He turned and angrily faced the angel, "what is this, stop me from saving Supernatural day?"
Castiel tilted his head in confusion, but let go of the irate fandom. "I don't understand. You don't just walk into a battle without a plan."
"Oh, I gotta' plan all right. Kick ass and take names," Homestuck said. He started to walk towards the warehouse, trusty brush in hand.
"What about when you have to fight your friend?" The angel's deep voice said. Homestuck's steps faltered and he turned around and stomped into Castiel's, nearly nonexistent, personal space.
I'm starting to loose my patience, he thought as he narrowed his eyes, "then I'll figure it out."
"Dude," Dean's voice cut in. Homestuck broke eye contact with the angel in order to glare at the older Winchester. Dean didn't even flinch as he continued, "Cas' right. We need to make sure we know what we're up against."
"Fine," the fandom conceded. He turned to fully face all three of them, "here's the plan. I'm going to go in, preferably alone, though based on Winnie's behaviour that isn't happening," He held up his hand to silence Sam as the younger brother opened his mouth. "I'll fight my friend, and you guys'll stay out of the way. Don't get hurt, and don't interfere. We good?"
"Shouldn't we, I don't know, help you?" Dean huffed. The fandom shook his head in the negative.
Someone's not used to being put on the bench, Homestuck thought as Dean crossed his arms defensively.
"Yeah, because getting the main chara-" he cut himself off with a cough," I mean, getting yourselves killed would really help anything."
"We could help!" Sam said suddenly, "be a distraction at least."
"No," Homestuck decided to switch tactics, "Winnie would never forgive himself if you guys got caught in the crossfire."
"We can help. You can't go in there alone," Sam insisted, he looked at Homestuck with wide eyes. Goddamn, Homestuck thought as his breath caught in his throat, why does this giant have the best puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.
He shook himself back to the present, "we're running out of time. I will not lose one of my friends because you think you know better than me. Just drop it."
Please, just do this for me, the fandom thought as he felt his eyes start to water again. I need to save him. I can see what could happen if you help, Homestuck shuddered at the images that flashed before his mental eye. Visions of the world melting away as Dean clutched his brother's broken body; or Sam fading away as Dean's throat was slit by Supernatural's own hand. In every possible bad outcome Supernatural died, permanently died, screaming in agony and reaching for his friend.
He took a shaking breath before he continued, "I need you in there to take care of whatever might be on the other side, but I can't have you getting even remotely close to Supernatural. Don't say anything. Don't try and be a hero, and for the love of all things holy don't encourage him."
Sam scowled at being ordered around but before he could retaliate Dean cut in, "Sam, look at him. We can't argue," He met Homestuck's thankful gaze. Sam sighed before he nodded.
"I'll make sure nothing happens to them," Castiel said in reassurance.
Homestuck nodded, "ok then. Let's do this."
He steeled himself before he started walking towards the warehouse again, this time with this demensions best hunters behind stopped short as he felt himself shudder as an all too familiar sickly sweet laugh sounded from one of the high warehouse windows.
"Whatcha talkin' bout' Home bro?" Supernatural floated in the frame of one of the broken windows.
Homestuck could make out his too wide grin, each tooth too sharp and sparkling in the moonlight. The horned fandom shivered as the horror of Supernatural gone trickster hit him. Damn it, he thought as he bit his lip, I hoped I was wrong.
"Well?" Supernatural jumped down and landed barely a foot off of the ground. Homestuck heard the two brothers gasp as they took in Supernatural's trickster appearance.
His hair had dried blood in it, his eyes had been taken over by red and his dangerous smile reminded Homestuck of the cheshire cat. His already pale skin looked sickly, his fingernails had turned into claws, and his clothes had remained relatively the same, except there had obviously been a struggle with whoever had taken him as his jacket was ripped and bloody.
"Hey guys! How're you this fine evening? We didn't get to talk much on the phone," Supernatural directed his attentions to the Winchesters and Castiel as soon as he realised that Homestuck wasn't going to answer. He started to float closer to the group, but was met with the sharp multi-coloured end of Homestuck's paintbrush. He gave the other fandom a fake pout before he continued, "aw, Homes, c'mon, I just wanna talk."
"Fuck no." Homestuck said as he tightened the grip on his brush and thrust it forward. Supernatural shrugged and looked past him, "I gotta say Moose, Hellbound, you guys have no idea what you've gotten yourselves into," His eyes locked with Castiel's as he grinned widely, "You too, I'm surprised you're letting yourself get pushed around again."
Dean visibly bristled at the winged fandom's casual disregard for any form of politeness, his eyes narrowed and he stood up straighter than before, but he kept his comments to himself; a fact which Homestuck was grateful for.
He's going to fucking hate himself after this, the fandom thought. He turned his head and looked at the three others. He bit his lip before he continued, "go into the warehouse and see what you can find."
"Are you insane? Look at him," Sam started but Homestuck kept going.
The fandom floated up to match Supernatural, "don't come out until I say so."
"They did something to him!" Dean said in shock. He had stepped up to be beside Sam.
Homestuck began to shake and he, without looking away from Supernatural, gestured towards the warehouse. "Go," he ordered.
Castiel grabbed the brother's by the collars and teleported into the old building. Once the others had disappeared, Homestuck turned his complete attention on Supernatural.
"Well, that went well. What, you don't want them to see you murder your friend?" The winged fandom asked playfully.
"Shut up! Just tell me who did this and how!" Homestuck pushed forward more, drawing blood from the trickster fandom.
Supernatural smiled before raising his clawed hands. "That wouldn't be any fun- tell you what. You win, you can ask him yourself." He ducked under the other's brush and went for Homestuck's throat with his claws.
The sight that greeted Dean, Castiel, and Sam, when they landed was a room covered in blood. Jesus, thought Dean as he and the others started to look around. He could hear the muffled yelling of the two teenagers fighting.
"What the hell happened here?" Sam said, shocked.
"A fight involving grace." Cas stated. He looked around in confusion before he sniffed the air, "There was a wendigo here."
"How can you tell?" Dean asked. He turned to face the angel and noticed that his friend's face was drawn into a scowl.
"It smells like old birch," he answered, "it's nowhere close to here now."
Sam had wandered over to the far side of the one-roomed warehouse while Dean and Cas had been talking.
"Uh, guys," He called over to them as he noticed a turned over table with markings all over it; around the table were bones and candles. The others had began looking around on the other side of the wide room. Dean walked to join him as he bent down to pick up one of candles that had a symbol, a crude star with a slash through it, carved onto it.
Sam, who had been looking over his shoulder, turned to the angel and asked, "What do you think Cas? Ritual gone bad?"
"No. It did exactly what they wanted." At the confused looks on the brothers' faces, he continued. "I believe the proper term is 'be careful what you wish for'. Whoever did this wanted to bring forth a powerful evil. They used Supernatural.''
The three stood in silence, too preoccupied to notice how quiet it had gotten.
Dean looked at it once more. He felt his brows knit together as he recognised the symbol. It was the same as the tattoo both brothers had. He swallowed thickly before he continued,"You think they knew he has grace?"
"Maybe that's why they used him." Sam shrugged, "Homestuck seems to know, we should ask him."
It was then that all three of them seemed to register the silence.
"Shit! Homestuck! We need to see if he's alright!" Dean started towards the partly broken door.
"Dean- wait." Castiel's voice boomed and before anyone knew what had happened he was covering Dean from the roof collapsing in above them.
Supernatural dodged the attack from Homestuck's spear like paintbrush,"That wasn't very nice," Supernatural said with a pout. Silly, silly Homestuck, he thought to himself, I'm going to enjoy using your horns as trophies, he thought as he smiled.
"Fuck you!" Homestuck yelled as he crouched down and prepared to strike.
Supernatural threw a rusted pole at Homestuck, but the other fandom avoided him by flying higher into the night sky.
"A game of tag, hey. Ok! I'm it, and don't expect a head start." Supernatural said in a sing-song voice. This is going to be so much fun, came the echo in his mind of Castiel's voice when the leviathans had taken over as he followed Homestuck high into the night sky.
"Come here you grub fucking son of a whore!" He sang as he chased his friend through the night sky. As his friend went to turn Supernatural sped up and caught the other fandom off guard.
The breath was nearly knocked out of Homestuck as Supernatural collided with him. The winged fandom had brought out his knife and tried to slash at Homestuck's arm. Supernatural realised how long it could take to kill the horned fandom, what with him resisting so beautifully, he thought with an insane smile.
What if, instead of killing him, I killed everyone here instead! Ah, I like that plan! He stopped attacking Homestuck. Maybe I'll make him mad enough to turn trickster, he thought as he waved cheerfully at his friend. He allowed himself to fall backwards; towards the warehouse. I can't wait to see his rainbow hair and his pastel colours.
He wasn't expecting a pure beam of energy to knock him down and through the warehouse's roof and hard onto the ground. Before he could react Homestuck was straddling him, the dust that had risen up obstructed any view of the room. The winged fandom felt the thick soot invade his nose and he blinked hard to get it out of his eyes. He knew that Homestuck must.
Supernatural's arms were pinned and his knife had disappeared on impact.
I guess we'll see the colours later then, he thought as he drilled his head into his Homestuck's face, narrowly avoiding his nose.
Sam threw his arms up to shield his eyes as dust and debris fell from the gaping hole in the warehouse's roof. His heart plummeted as he looked up to see a pile of metal and wood where Dean and Cas had stood.
"Sammy! You good?" Sam let out a laugh as he let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding.
"Yeah! What about you guys?" Sam heard his brother laugh from sheer nerves.
"All good. Stay there!" Came the answer.
Sam brought his shirt over his mouth and nose to block out the dust. The next thing he knew Dean and Cas were right beside him. He was handed a knife by Dean, which he accepted. His brother patted him on the shoulder, before turning to face the centre of the room. They both noticed that Castiel had placed himself in front of them; his angel blade in his hand. He had a stony glare on his face as his focus seemed to be solely on the center of the dust cloud.
They heard Supernatural give a sharp shout that was cut off with a horrible gurgling sound. As the cloud dissipated the hunters got a clear view of the scene, Homestuck was standing over Supernatural with his foot on his stomach. The horned fandom had a metal beam from what Sam assumed was the roof in his hands and was in the process of burying it through Supernatural's chest and into the ground.
Supernatural let out a high guttural growl as both he and Homestuck broke through the rusted roof. They hit the ground with enough of an impact to knock them apart as well as knock the break out of them. The winged fandom was quicker to knock of the shock and get to his feet.
A small part of his mind told him that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this; especially to Homestuck, never to Homestuck. He pushed that part down, over powered it by thinking of the best way to gut Homestuck. He smiled as a sinister idea came to his mind, the best way to kill a demon is with the first blade.
"Cain," he snarled. His jawbone-like knife came to his hand; the pale bone cast a soft red light, and the gnarled teeth stuck out threateningly.
He launched himself at Homestuck, not caring if the other fandom tried to hit him with his psionic powers again. He saw Homestuck swing his arm before his world went white, and pain bloomed from the side of his head. His vision swam as he registered Homestuck throwing away a broken plank of wood. The winged fandom let out a frustrated shout and he spat the blood that had begun to pool in his mouth onto Homestuck.
As Supernatural was about to get up Homestuck planted his foot into his stomach, pushing him down and effectively knocking the wind out of him again.
"Stop it." Homestuck was putting all his weight into keeping the trickster down. Supernatural registered the pleading look in his friend's eyes, but just laughed.
"I'm going to enjoy seeing your organs." He said in response, Supernatural's previously smile had changed into his mouth opening with all of his leviathan-like teeth showing.
The dust had begun to settle and, out of the corner of his eye, Supernatural could see Sam, Dean, and Cas, standing off to the side. He went to turn over and sprint towards them.
No, the small part of his mind exclaimed, distracting him long enough for Homestuck to kick him over and shove a pole through his chest and into the ground with a crunch.
Homestuck grit his teeth as Supernatural smiled, too widely, at him; blood stained the winged fandom's teeth red. The horned fandom had pushed the pole straight through Supernatural with his inhuman strength, he tried to ignore the sound it had made, and the pool of blood that was currently growing around his friend. He let go of the metal pole and brought out his modified paintbrush. There's no other way, he thought as he steeled himself, but this isn't just or heroic so he should be fine. If whoever did this wasn't killed by Winnie, I'm going to shove my paintbrush up their ass and activate the spikes, he thought he looked down and made eye contact with the still smiling fandom and felt a chill run down his spine. God, I really fucking hate Trickster Winnie.
"Whatcha' gonna' do, Homes?" Supernatural said as blood ran out of his mouth.
Homestuck brought his paintbrush to his hand once again and raised is above his head. The multiple blades came together to form a sharp point. He fought tt to keep his face neutral as he aimed the wedge-like point up with Supernatural's neck.
"You won't do it. Stuckle," Supernatural managed to say as blood filled his mouth, "you're too weak."
"Shut up," Homestuck managed to get out, "you aren't you right now."
Supernatural let out a sharp laugh that turned into a cough as blood filled his mouth. He looked at Homestuck challengingly, "then do it."
Homestuck's blank expression broke into one of fury. How dare anyone make Supernatural feel this way, he thought as he closed his eyes and brought the weapon down.