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The Winchesters and Bobby were left in silence. With the two gone to 'get some air' they had no one to answer the ever building list of questions. It was an unspoken agreement to let them go and take a walk to calm themselves. They viewed it as safe enough considering they were apparently 'grounded' as Dean put it, and there weren't any other humans around for miles.

The swelling on Sam's face was going down quickly, which they all had questioned until Sam said it felt like 'grace-healing'. They assumed it had to do with the 'god' who had caused the pain in the first place.

Fed up with staying in one room in silence Dean said he had to get something from the car, and went out to where it was parked.

Walking through the junk yard proved to be just what he needed. Supernatural let his head fall back as he rolled his shoulders. He thought about how hurt Sam was and with a surge of his grace he aided the healing process. He looked at he ground without seeing anything, as he smiled to himself At least with the connection I have here I can fix my stupid mistakes faster. Thinking of Sam led to thinking of Dean and Bobby, I'll have to go back soon and apologize. Explain everything. He sighed at his own thoughts as well as the personal embarrassment that he knew he'd face.

As he walked his thoughts drifted to all the things he could've done better, the things he wanted to do after he got home, the family he had back home, and his car.

He wasn't paying attention so when the smell of sulfur drifted in the air he didn't notice until it was too late. He screamed as the smoke started to settle around him. He heard a thud which was quickly followed by throbbing pain at the back of his head, he reached up and felt wetness on his fingers blood he recognised. A sharp pain came next, burning him up from the his side where a sharp, burning was coming, this sent him to the ground. He screamed louder and the last thing he saw as the world went dark, was smoke settling in around him. Help me. He thought with the last of his consciousness.

Dean sat in the driver's side of the impala without any intention to drive. He looked at the seat next to him and was tempted to lay down on the familiar leather bench. He closed his eyes and tried to sort out what he thought of the two 'gods'. I feel like I can trust Supernatural -What a weird fucking name- he's like another brother, like another Sammy. But that's impossible. And the horned one -Homestuck?- I don't feel anything. No hunter instinct, what are they? He felt a headache building behind his eyes and let out a mixture between a frustrated growl and a defeated groan.

When he opened his eyes again there were a pair of blue ones staring back. "Hello Dean."

Dean jumped, "G-Fuck Cas!" He caught himself before he used Cas's father's' name when he saw Castiel narrow his eyes "How long have you been there?"

"Since you closed your eyes. We need to talk." Castiel's gaze never left his. Dean looked away first, slightly uncomfortable.

"Okay? This couldn't have waited till morning?" Dean felt the pulsing pain get stronger as his headache increased. He rubbed at his temples. Castiel reached up and touched the hunter's forehead using his grace to relieve the minor headache. Dean murmured a "Thanks" and lowered his hands. Castiel however kept his hand touching Dean's head, his forehead creased in a human expression of concentration. "Cas?"

He removed his hand from Dean's head. "Appologies. I was trying to see how my brother is connected to you." Dean raised his eyebrow. "We need to talk about them. You must be careful Dean. Those two could be dangerous."

"I feel like I can trust the one with wings Cas. He hurt Sam and I still trust him!" He let out a short laugh. One that had Castiel narrowing his eyes again. "What are they Cas?

"Very powerful, very young, and something I have no name for Dean." Castiel touched the humans shoulder, the one without the handprint. "I'm here to help you Dean, but you need to know that others will soon be attracted to them. My brother more than the one with horns. I feel a connection to him, and if you can feel something different about the two then others will as well."

"What do you mean others?" Dean had turned towards Cas, and had mirrored him. When Castiel opened his mouth and closed it Dean put a hand on Castiel's shoulder, and squeezed slightly. "Cas, what does 'others' imply?"

Castiel suddenly looked away from Dean, his hand falling off Dean's shoulder and his face turning into one that looked like a kid trying to figure out a difficult math question. "Dean something's coming."

"What do you mean?" Just as he finished his sentence they both saw smoke blacker than night go over the car.

Dean grabbed the demon blade he kept in the front of the car and got ready for a fight. The smoke moved over them and seemed to focus on one point in the heard a scream. All of the demonic smoke flew down at once and they heard a louder scream pierce the air.

"Supernatural!" They saw Homestuck jump down from the roof. He landed on the ground and brought out his paintbrush from seemingly thin air. The giant brush now looked like it was made out of sharp pieces of metal that reflected the moonlight in the different colours of the rainbow. He took off again flying towards the smoke which had risen and was starting to quickly move away.

Dean started to get out of the car, but Castiel reached out and touched his wrist. In the blink of an eye they were both standing where the smoke had been and where Homestuck was currently landing.

They watched as he fell to his knees, dropping the brush which disappeared as soon as it hit the ground.

"I'm too late." They heard him say to himself.

They looked down and noticed the feathers and the rosary that were on the ground. Homestuck picked up the rosary and held it to his chest. He looked up and shouted into the sky. His shouting turning into sobbing at the loss of his friend, as well as the only connection to his home.

Dean looked at Castiel who was mouthing the words to something that didn't appear to be english with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes and crossed himself while looked up into the sky Dean recognised this as a prayer. Castiel then went to Homestuck and put his hand on his shoulder.

Homestuck felt Castiel's hand and he grabbed it tightly, not caring if his nails dug into skin. Castiel kneeled down next to him and put his arm around the fandom's shoulder. Homestuck turned and buried his head into Cas's neck and clung onto him for dear life. The angel hugged the younger being closely and whispered enochian into his hair. He helped Homestuck stand and reached back indicating for Dean to take his hand, lest he want to walk back alone. Dean came forward and Castiel transported them all back to the house.

He told Dean and the others to go to the kitchen and wait for him while he transported Homestuck into a spare room.

Homestuck knew he should let go and try to look brave but he didn't. Castiel didn't care, and right now neither did he.

Castiel let him cling, thinking of the fledglings that often needed this kind of care. He used his grace to send him into a dreamless sleep when he felt the fandom's breathing start to even out, and made sure he was comfortable before going to where the hunters were sitting. They needed to get his brother back.

Bet you weren't expecting two updates this close together! Sorry about the page break issues that were happening I didn't realize the stars I used weren't showing up, it should be all resolved no though. Ok, please leave a review and have a good day/week!