Adventures of John: Winchesters

Chapter 2: Problems

When I returned to Arendelle, my welcome wasn't as warm as I had thought it would be. I appeared in mine and Elsa's bedroom, only to be frozen solid the moment I materialized.

"Five weeks!" Elsa screamed as she walked towards me. "Five weeks without visiting or even leaving a message of any kind! Where were you!? I was beginning to think you were dead!"

"I'm sorry, Princess," I told her as I thawed the ice holding me prisoner. "I've been working on something dangerous, and I didn't want to get you involved."

"You think I can't handle myself?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I distinctly remember several times where I saved your life."

"It's not that," I assured her. "Please understand, this is bigger than anything we've ever faced before. I'm sorry for not telling you about it, I was stupid. I'll never do it again."

"You better not," she warned me.

"Never again. In fact, I'll take you with me next time I get sucked into a swirling vortex of doom, if I have the option."

"See to it. Well, come on then," she told me. "Let's check up on our students.

. . . . .

The creature leaped at them, but they jumped out of the way, rolling in the dirt. They both forced themselves to their feet, pulling out their pistols and aiming them at the creature. It paused warily, watching the two of them. It looked strange, shaped like some sort of man-like creature, with its limbs bent the wrong way and skittering around like an insect, but what was stranger than its shape was what it was made from. It was an emptiness, just an absence, an absence of matter, an absence of light, an absence of everything. It wasn't even darkness. It was literally nothing.

"Well," Dean said, sounding confused. "I'd say that was butt-ugly, but there is nothing there to be ugly."

"Great," Sam sighed, steadying his pistol. "We've got demons, angels, leviathans, and now we are being attacked by living nothing."

The creature skittered forward, resulting in several shots from the two pistols. The bullets sank into the creature, only to vanish upon contact. They were absorbed by the nothingness, erased from existence.

"Crap," Dean said simply. "Sammy, I think we need to run."

"Well Dean," Sam responded. "I think you might be right." They both turned to flee, only for a rift to tear open in the air before them and spew out a stunned and very confused teenager.

"Oh," the guy said as he looked up at them. "Sam, Dean, nice to see you. Oh, and you might want to duck."

. . . . .

I spent several days in Arendelle, having fun with the family, acting as the headmaster of our magical academy that we opened up not long after King Hans's invasion attempt, and doing my duty as the King Consort of Arendelle. (Fancy name for husband of the reigning queen, which would be my wife Queen Elsa.) I don't have to actually do much as the King Consort, just show up(and I don't even do that all too often). I was never really interested in ruling a kingdom, so I'm perfectly fine being little more than my wife's arm candy when it comes to political affairs.

I also made sure that Elsa's fighting skills hadn't grown lapse in the absence of any impending doom, using the castle's courtyard for a few training sessions, which many of Arendelle's residents, along with many of our students, came to watch. We made quite the spectacle, light and ice and flame everywhere. It was quite a wonderful display of magical skill.

But unfortunately my time in my second home was cut short. Elsa and I had been busy all day with issues of state, as well as issues with some unruly students at the academy, and we had finally been able to get a moment to ourselves. We slid to our room, but as soon as we opened the door I felt a sudden tug on my insides.

No, I thought. Please not now! For those of you that don't know, I wasn't actually technically "there". I couldn't travel to Arendelle physically ever since I got rid of the rift-opening spell, but through some clever wizarding skills I was able to use a revised version of the spell to bind the essence of a Voidstone to an old talisman of mine, providing me a permanent connection to Arendelle, enabling me to send my essence to the alternate reality Arendelle exists in the same way I traveled through the magical realms.

This tug that I was feeling was something calling me back to my body. No, not calling, commanding. I struggled against it, but to no avail. I had one last glimpse of my beloved Elsa as I was pulled back to my physical form in my own reality.

. . . . .

I "woke up" to find out that the reason I had been forced out of Arendelle was a swirling vortex of doom, aka a rift in the fabric of reality. My first thought was that here I was, being sucked into a swirling vortex of doom, and I couldn't bring Elsa along like I had promised. My second thought was that I really wished this rift didn't suck in any of my LEGO sets like my last one did. Before I could finish the thought, the rift sucked me in, and I was forced into yet another alternate reality.