Upstairs the brothers wondered what was taking the kid-demon-angel-thing so long. They heard laughter and then a series of bangs.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked Sam who shrugged.

They heard what could only be described as a small explosion.

Dean was on his feet with Sam following closely behind in his brother's actions. Both looked at each other with a sort of bewildered expression before moving towards the stairs.

They stood at the top of the stairs and heard shouting and crackling. Dean and Sam pulled started to walk cautiously down the stairs; guns lowered but in hand. They weren't even halfway down the stairs when a blur of black, brown, and tan flew passed them.

Their guns snapped up; ready to fire at whatever laid ahead of them.

"You motherfucking demon assbutt!" Came the angry voice of Supernatural. "I'll fucking gut you, you son of a bitch."

Assbutt? Dean wondered where the hell that came from and why it seemed familiar. A flash of trench coat and a graveyard came to mind. Wait. That's Cas's insult.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the horned 'kid' walking into view; eyes crackling red and blue. He was laughing at his apparent friend's distress.

"What's wrong Winnie? Not tough enough to handle yourself?" The grey skinned one's eyes stopped glowing when he turned and winked at the brothers. "Hey guys, what's up? You enj-"

Dean and Sam only saw a blur, before they heard an 'oof' from Homestuck and the sound of a knife piercing flesh. Supernatural on top of Homestuck on the ground.

Supernatural stood up panting. "Don't call me winnie you fucking ass."

Supernatural looked a little ruffled, but seemed calm. His breathing returning to normal.

Fuck is this thing used to beating the living crap out of his 'friend'? thought Dean. Supernatural's hair was already a mess to begin with so it was impossible for the brothers to tell from that, but his coat looked dirty.

"Okay. You win." Homestuck coughed; some of his now yellow blood leaking out of his mouth, and spilling onto the floor. He closed his eyes, waiting for his major wound to heal. Damn this stings he thought as he felt the stab stitching itself back together.

"Damn right bitch." Supernatural's smile was all teeth and he cleaned off his knife and put it away. He turned to go upstairs and tell the brothers Homestuck would be up in a moment when he froze.

Fuck. Please tell me that haven't been there that long. He groaned internally his wings flattening against his back.

The brothers looked on in horror. What were these things? These 'kids' were just fighting all out; like they were enemies instead of friends. Sam thought as he ran through all the things he and Dean knew of that could do this; a surprisingly long list. Shifters, witches. Gods even. Though they don't act like any other gods we know of. He ran through more possibilities only getting pulled out of his thoughts by Supernatural's voice.

"Hey Sam. Dean. How- How long have you guys been there?" His wing pressed tighter against his back as the brothers pointed their guns at Supernatural's head; thinking Homestuck was down. "I ah, I know how this looks. But he'll be fine." He waved his hand towards his fellow fandom, who had gone pale as his energy focused on healing the stab wound.

The brothers weren't convinced however. This fact clearly shown when they cocked their guns.

He laughed nervously because although he wouldn't die from this, it'd hurt. A lot, and he didn't want to deal with pulling out a bullet from his forehead or the effects that could happen if the brothers shot him in his own world.

"Hey. I told you before. Listen to my friend you bucket suckers." Homestuck sat up slowly; clutching his stomach as his god-powers finished healing. He looked uncomfortable but other than that seemed fine. He spat off to the side; getting the last of his blood out of his mouth.

Sam moved his gun to Homestuck while Dean kept his trained on Supernatural.

"I guess this didn't help to make you guys less suspicious?" Supernatural said, his wings lowering a little in defeat. Homestuck snorted, not at all intimidated by the guns the brothers held.

Sam walked towards Homestuck and hauled him to his feet.

"Upstairs. Now." Dean commanded the two fandoms, taking the front as Sam took the back of the small group.

"Yeah. Thought so." Supernatural sighed as Homestuck patted his back in a mocking manner as they both ascended the stairs .

So I figure two short-ish updates equal one long-ish chapter. Yeah? Don't expect a chapter for a while. I'm going to try and plan more for this next one, as well as make it longer. The plot is thickening and all that. Yeah, so thanks for the reviews! Please leave more!

(So editing time. I'm going to correct all the mistakes then post a new chapter hopefully soon, really sorry for all the mistakes...they're quite embarrassing really... Anyways Happy Holidays, and have a Happy New Year! c:)