Adventures of John: Winchesters
Chapter 3: At Gunpoint
I tumbled out of the portal, expecting to be immediately attacked by some sort of alternate-reality craziness. Instead I was faced with something even crazier. Standing above me were Sam and Dean Winchester, the stars of the television show Supernatural. "Oh," I said as I looked up at them. "Sam, Dean, nice to see you. Oh, and you might want to duck."
They dashed to the sides as a strange monstrosity leaped at me. It landed on my chest, and as it made contact with me I could feel it begin to unravel my very existence. This creature was somehow composed of pure nothingness, and was trying to absorb me and erase me from reality. But this wasn't the first time that I had nearly ceased to exist. The first time I traveled to Arendelle the rift that took me there had been unstable, and had thrown me into the Void, the endless emptiness between universes. Back then my time in the Void had nearly led to my end, but through sheer force of will I had been able to escape and ended up in Arendelle.
Concentrating that same will, I threw the creature off of me, escaping from its erasing grip. I then focused my energies, and conjured a boulder right where the creature was standing. It absorbed the boulder, breaking it down into nothing, but I kept on conjuring more stuff. The shear mass became too much for the nothing creature to absorb, and it faded away, leaving a whole lot of half-erased items in its place. Turning around I looked at the two monster-hunting brothers, which were at this moment staring at me like I was crazy.
"So," I said, getting a bit dizzy. "Anyone want pie?" I tried to stay up, I really did, but the world started spinning and the floor just looked so appealing I couldn't keep myself from passing out.
. . . . .
I woke up to find myself on a bed in a cheap motel room. I tried to sit up, only to find myself handcuffed to the bed. I tried to get out of the handcuffs, but all that did was get a gun shoved in my face. "I'm not exactly in the best of moods right now," Dean, who was the one holding the gun, declared. "So I want to know right now who you are, what that thing was, and how you know our names. If you don't answer me soon, things are gonna get ugly real quick."
"He's just a kid Dean," Sam said, coming through the front door. "Cut him some slack."
"Not until he gives us some answers," Dean argued.
"It's okay," I told them. "I can tell you everything I know. First, my name is John. Usually people call me John the Adventurer."
"John the Adventurer?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Don't interrupt," I told him. "Anyways, I am from an alternate reality, one in which the two of you are characters from a television show. I believe you visited my universe once, thanks to the actions of a certain angel."
"I remember that," Dean chuckled. "Is Sammy over here still married to Meg?"
"I don't know," I answered. "But he did have kind of a face-off with Justin Bieber. Bieber got in trouble with the cops for egging his neighbor's house, and one of the friends that he was with got arrested for having drugs on him. Sammy over there said that the drugs were really Bieber's and that he bribed his friend into claiming they were his. Justin's fans then vowed to never watch Supernatural again, believing that it would be the end of the show."
"And what happened?" Sam asked.
"It was the most watched episode since years ago."
"Good going Sammy!" Dean laughed. "Okay, what about me, what have I been doing?"
"I have no idea," I answered honestly. "Anyways, that's how I know who you are. As to that thing, I have no idea what it was. I've never seen anything like it."
"You sure dealt with it well enough," Sam pointed out.
"I worked on a hunch," I responded. "I could see that it was nothingness, and so I guessed that if I piled on enough mass either it would die, or it would absorb all of it and we would die."
"How did you do that anyway?" Dean asked, munching on a donut that he pulled out of his pocket. "The only time I saw anything like that was with the Trickster."
"You mean Gabriel?" I inquired. "I'm not an angel, or a Trickster, or anything. I'm just a regular human being who happens to have the magical ability to create something out of nothing. And from how much energy that took out of me, I'd guess this universe doesn't like it. Now that I've answered all your questions, could you please let me out of these handcuffs?"
. . . . .
"So," I began as we walked toward the Impala, "who do you think summoned that creature?"
"You think someone summoned it?" Sam questioned.
"Did you see that thing?" I asked him in response. "It was a mindless beast. Someone has to have summoned it. To the only question is who. Who do you know that is really desperate for manpower but also stupid enough to try to summon something like that?"
Sam and Dean glanced at each other. "Crowley," they answered in unison.
"Crowley!" Dean shouted. "Get over here to stinking son of a-"
"Hey!" I exclaimed, cutting him off. "Language!" Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm not much for swearing. I just don't like it. My usual replacement word is "waffles", but that's just me.
"I have to agree with the kid," said a voice from behind us. We all spun around to find Crowley standing there, dressed as usual in a black suit. "You really should watch your language. And would you look at that kid!" He clapped me on the shoulder. "He's just as tall as you are, Moose."
"What do you want, Crowley?" Sam inquired tersely.
"What do I want?" Crowley repeated innocently. "I don't want anything. You're the ones that called me. And at a busy time too. I was working on finding that blade for Dean over here when you started shouting at me."
"Stop lying Crowley," I commanded. "How did you summon the nothing creature?"
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about," he responded. I could tell he was lying. "You've got spunk kid, I'll give you that. But speak to me that way again, and you'll regret it."
"I don't think you quite understand who you are speaking to," I informed him. "I think it's time you learned." I teleported over to him and grabbed his head with hands, forcing images of my adventures into his mind. I showed him all the creatures I had defeated and all the things I had done to them. I showed him John the Adventurer at his most terrifying, and then I released him, sending him stumbling back.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That's some nasty history you got there kid. But it's not enough to rattle me. King of Hell, remember?"
"You're not the king anymore," I told him. "And that's why you summoned that creature. You want to take back your throne, and you've grown tired of looking for that blade, so you looked into other ways of defeating Abaddon. Not even an immortal can escape being erased from reality."
"He's clever, that one," Crowley remarked to the Winchesters, pointing to me. "You should keep him."
"Don't change the subject," I warned him.
"Alright!" he admitted. "So I summoned the sodding creature, what of it? You blokes are all still alive, so I assume you killed the blasted thing somehow."
"How did you summon it, Crowley?" Dean questioned, pulling out his demon-killing knife.
"Oh please," Crowley sighed. "We all know you're not going to use it. Look, I just found myself a spell to summon the little bugger. I had no idea it would get all out of control."
"Stop lying, Crowley," I ordered. "This is more than a simple spell. Sam and Dean over here told me this has been going on the past week or so. You've been experimenting. Now show us what you've been experimenting with."
"Alright then, Mister Touchy," Crowley said snippily. "Here it is." He reached into his jacket and pulled a single dark stone, a rock that just looking at it one felt like it was trying to suck it into its depths. A stone that was made of solid emptiness. "A Voidstone," I whispered reverently. Voidstones are the rarest of magical items, the Void made solid, and until relatively recently I had half believed they were a myth. I had only encountered one Voidstone in the past. It was because of that Voidstone that I was able to travel to Arendelle, and I had barely scratched the surface of the stone's power before I gave it up.
"Yes, so I'm told," responded Crowley. "Nifty little thing. Difficult to work though." His face suddenly grew serious. "But if you think I'm just going to give it up you're sadly mistaken." The stone began to glow, and dozens of the nothing creatures began to pour out of it. "It was a pleasure as always, chums," Crowley remarked. "But I have a war to win." He then vanished, leaving dozens of hungry nothing creatures for us to deal with.
"Today sucks," Dean commented, pulling out a machete. "It really, really sucks."