Supernatural walked over as the two groggily stumbled out of the car. The setting sun casted a glow of orange from behind the brothers and their car, making the shadows stand out and the scene before him comically serious. He saw the exact moment that both brother's noticed he was alive and walking by the way their jaws slackened in looks of shock. The stark

The fandom held back a chuckle as the brothers clambered out of the impala; sleep having completely left them. Dean and Sam walked quickly towards him and he all but jogged to meet them halfway.

As soon as he was within reach, Dean pulled him into a bear hug. Supernatural stiffened, not used to either Winchesters, especially Dean, displaying that kind of affection. 'Chick flick moments,' Dean, had once said, where unneeded. His rules had apparently gone out the window, as he was currently latched onto Supernatural.

The fandom simply patted the elder Winchester's back awkwardly. Awkward not because of the sudden display of affection, Supernatural was actually a very tactile fandom, although barely anyone humoured him so it left him unaware of how to respond in such a situation. But more so because he knew the that Dean didn't like to show that he too was tactile by nature.

"Uh, there, there," the fandom said stiltedly. Then, as he tried to lighten the mood, "look, I'm fine. I have all my fingers and everything!"

The eldest Winchester held on for a few more seconds before he seemed to come back to himself. He let go of the fandom and stepped back. Dean's face was tinted red, his freckles camouflaged from the neck up.

He looked anywhere but at the fandom as he said, "It's, ah, good to see you're ok."

Supernatural rolled his eyes and wrapped Dean in his own hug.

Just in the cover of the trees, outside of view from the brothers or the fandoms, a certain antler-clad cannibal growled under their breath. It was rather rude of him to go back on his promise, they thought as they turned and walked back towards the portal they had come out of, not bothering to watch the group drive off.

Dean glanced in the rear view mirror a the two fandoms in the back seat. They had fallen asleep in the back leaning against each other, while he and Sam had remained awake and alert. He stifled a yawn and mentally tallied the hours he himself had been without sleep; nearly forty hours. He shook his head and tried to focus on the road in front of him. Just as he was contemplating pulling over Bobby's house broke over the horizon. He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced in the rear view mirror; narrowing his eyes at what he saw.

On one of Supernatural's wings a dark clump of something was tangled in his feathers. Fur, Dean realised as the teen shifted; causing the fur to disappear back into the wing. He looked back to the road and resolved to ask the kid about it later.

Sam glanced at Dean as Bobby's house came into view. His brother was gripping the wheel, knuckles white, shoulders tense, and a scowl on his face. The bags under his eyes were a deep purple, his skin looked pale and sickly. Sam's eyebrows drew together in concern and made a mental note to make Dean actually sleep, not his usual hour-at-a-time naps, when they got back to Bobby's.

"Hey Sam," Dean's voice pulled him out of his thought filled haze. His voice was gruff, adding to the already building concern that he was over-tired.

The car pulled up close to the house and Dean cut the engine. The sudden lack of sound almost eerie. In the back seat Homestuck shifted and sighed in his sleep.

"Yeah," Sam answered as he turned to shake the other two awake.

"Remind me tomorrow, there was fur or something on the kid's wings, looked like deer," was the reply as Dean opened the car door and all but slammed it shut. Sam followed his brother, leaving the two teens to sleep for a few minutes more.

Sam walked around the front of the car and stood beside Dean.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Although Sam himself had also thought that the two weren't being completely open. The words and phrases they used weren't at all familiar and, while some of them could just be that the Winchesters were getting old, this seemed to be a bigger issue; a not from this world issue.

"I mean I think there's something they aren't telling us and I want to know if any of the others like them are involved," Dean said simply, "We need to get the truth from them."

With that he turned and headed inside for some much needed sleep. Sam sighed and went to wake the two teens up.