Dean felt a shiver run up his spine as he saw Homestuck's weaponized paintbrush come down onto Supernatural's neck. A profound mix of sadness and anger ran through him as he saw the spray of blood from Supernatural's neck cover the horned teen.
It looks like he ran through a sprinkler, was the morbid thought that ran though the eldest Winchester's head before an overwhelming wave of wrong, brother, help, came over him. He only stopped when Sam held out an arm to keep him from charging towards Homestuck.
"Dean, look." Sam said with an awe filled voice.
Dean shot a glare towards his brother before he obediently turned his gaze back to Homestuck. The teen dropped his giant paintbrush; before it had a chance to hit the ground it disappeared in a flash of light. The teen slumped his shoulders and, for the first time, Dean realised he was crying. Yellow tinted tears cascaded down Homestuck's face as he backed slowly away from his friend's body.
Dean felt himself freeze as he took in the scene before him. He didn't want to do it, he realised as some of the anger left him.
Homestuck looked up to see Dean giving him a pitying look. He felt a brief flash of red and blue sparks at the edges of his eyes as he took note of the sympathy he saw. Fuck, he thought as he broke eye contact with the eldest Winchester in favour of staring at his friend's, still open, lifeless eyes. He took a deep breath and let himself be sad for a few minutes before he gathered his thoughts and stood up.
He tried to dry his eyes as he turned towards Castiel and the Winchesters. The fandom gestured towards Supernatural's body with his, still shaking, hand, "Can you guys help me with this."
When no immediate response answered his request he looked towards the trio and raised his eyebrows. "Unless you guys are cool with a red and blue light show, I'ma' need your assistance."
Homestuck flinched involuntarily when the Dean pulled out a gun and cocked it. Before he knew what he was doing Homestuck had flown to the edge of the collapsed roof when deris, and beams still stuck out. He was prepared to defend himself against the Winchester's rage and, if need be, take a few bullets. The bullets themselves would do very little in the grand scheme of things but, Homestuck thought, gog damn do they hurt. A flash of all the worst possibilities went through his head before he physically shook them away, fuckin' doom aspect.
It was only when the teen heard the call of, "Get your ass down here," from Dean did he come back to the present moment.
"I'm only coming down if you agree to let me explain." Homestuck retorted from his, rather poor, hiding spot.
"The hell we will!" Dean shouted. His voice would've intimidated the fandom if not for the fact that his frustration and anxiety evident in the way it quivered.
"Please? I promise it's not as bad as it looks," Homestuck said as confidently as he could. He'll never believe that, he sighed to himself, We just have to get Winnie somewhere safe so he can come back, he thought.
He readied himself for another shot when he heard the Sam's deep voice, "Dean, let him talk."
Homestuck perked up, Finally someone believes me.
Before he could so much as agree Castiel had appeared in front of him with a pop and held out his hand. Homestuck hesitantly took it and shut his eyes tight as the world dissolved and twisted around him. When he opened his eyes again the sight of two enraged hunters met him. He gripped the angel's hand harder than he intended and felt the being wince.
They're fucking terrifying, Homestuck thought as he dropped his eyes to his scuffed converse. "So, he'll be fine," the horned fandom murmured, as he kicked up the dust on the ground. Should I explain everything from the beginning? He considered his options. On one hand if Supernatural found out he'd likely throw some choice insult Homestuck's way. On the other hand, the fandom knew if he wasn't honest then whoever had made Supernatural Trickster would, eventually and without a doubt, accomplish whatever they had planned. Option two it is then, he decided.
The fandom took a deep breath and forced himself to look up again. Louder this time he said, "Do you guys know anything about reliant immortality?"
Sam cocked his head to the side, "reliant immortality?"
Homestuck sighed, "Ok, so basically it means you can live forever as a certain something exists."
"What the hell does that have to do with the kid," Dean said as he glanced towards Supernatural's headless body.
"The way it works for, er, people like him and I, is as long as we're in a space we're connected to that means we'll come back good as new," the fandom said. He conveniently left out the part about the brother's whole world being the something decided to focus more on a physical object. He looked pointedly at Dean, "So that means as long as we get him to his car he'll be fine."
The hunter and Homestuck scowled at each other.
"His car." Sam said, breaking the tense silence. "Why his car?"
Homestuck blinked, and turned to look at the younger brother. He drew his eyebrows together, "Well, it's important to him," he said slowly, "so I guess that's why he picked it? You know, I've never really asked before."
"Right," the older brother said, "picked it for?"
"Oh! Picked for reviving himself when he gets his dumbass killed," Homestuck answered plainly.
Without waiting for an answer he turned on his heel and gestured for the others to follow him.
Homestuck could tell that Dean couldn't believe the willingness of his brother and Cas. The way the other two followed the fandom's orders, had Dean's jaw clenched and his shoulders squared. It was as if the hunter was waiting for a fight to break out at any second. Homestuck put it off to him wanting to be in total control and the general worry for his companions.
As Sam looked down at the, rather gruesome but not at all unfamiliar, sight of a decapitated body he puzzled over how they were going to, not only bring the teenager on the road and drive in the light of day, but also how his brother would react to blood on his car's seat. Now isn't the time to be thinking about something so trivial, he reprimanded himself silently, at least not when there's a kid's body right there.
Sam saw Castiel's shoulders slump in an uncharacteristic show of submission. The angel grabbed the boy's body and cradled it as a father might cradle a small child.
Dean on the other hand had grabbed Supernatural's head. He kept it as far away from himself as possible; his arms all but extended. The haunted look on Dean's face reminded Sam of whenever they were too late to save a kid from the horrors of the supernatural.
The younger Winchester jumped as he heard Homestuck sigh from beside him.
"He'll be fine, you know," the kid said as he sniffed, made a circular gesture around his face and said, "I know that this doesn't look too convincing. Believe me though, he's fine."
The fandom rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he thought of the right information to tell the trio. Can't really mentions godtier, he thought as he recalled what his friend had told him about the general plot of his story line. Or gods of any kinds really, he tacked on after he remembered all the bull with the angels that must currently be going on.
"No, listen, he'll be okay, really. I mean sure it may not look it, what with the no head and all, but this happens to us all the time." Homestuck rambled, "we all just need to calm down, and y'know go to that car that you guys saw in the paper, and maybe just relax a little." His voice was getting higher the more he talked. The fandom noticed the eldest Winchester was tense; drawn up in anticipation to pounce. He put his hands up in a placating manner, "Dean?"
Dean didn't say anything. Instead he opted to punch the fandom square in the face. Homestuck felt his nose break as a flood of yellow rained onto the dirty floor, and down his chin. He stumbled back and fell over his feet; his
"Wha'tha' fuck!" The fandom yelled as he clutched his, now broken, nose. His speech was slurred due to the amount of blood that flooded his mouth. He could already feel the uncomfortable itchy pins in needles of his rapid healing beginning. Thank gog for small mercies, he thought.
"What the hell did you kill him for?" Dean yelled. He wound up for another punch but Castiel had caught his hand. With a shared look the hunter lowered his arm and started to walk to the car.