Silence followed Supernatural's apparent murder. The brothers and Castiel wearing shocked expressions as they stared at the panting fandom.

Homestuck dropped his sword, causing it to disappear upon contact with the ground. He took an uneven breath before backing away from the body of his friend. God damn it. I know he'll be fine but killing a friend fucking sucks.

He looked up and was met with the sight of Sam, looking at him like he just witnessed a fish grow legs. Castiel wore a look of sympathy. Dean was glaring bloody murder at him. He put his hand up and opened his mouth to try and explain the what and why, but Dean once again held a gun up to him and cocked it.

Homestuck did the only thing he could think of, he flew to the top of the partly collapsed roof. Only looking over when he heard the eldest Winchester let out a loud, "Get your ass down here," followed by a few shots from his pistol which hit the metal Homestuck was taking cover behind.

"I'm only coming down if you agree to let me explain." Homestuck said with a shaky voice.

"The hell we will!" Dean yelled, Homestuck ducked back as bullets hit the metal surface again.

Before the fandom could register what was happening, he was being grabbed and teleported -flown is what Winnie calls it- and came face to face with two very enraged looking hunters.

"Or you could just cheat, that's cool." He let out an uncomfortable laugh. Noticing the growing tension he gestured to Supernatural's body, "ok, so he'll be fine."

Dean wasn't liking this thing's easy tone. He narrowed his eyes as the fandom laughed. What the fuck is wrong with him? He just killed a friend.

Tuning back into what the fandom was saying he caught a quick, "We have to get him to his car. He'll be-"

"Shut up." Dean interrupted with a grunt, his anger coming to the surface. This son of a bitch killed him! I need to calm down. He tried to reason against the compulsion to get revenge for the winged fandom. After I gut this bitch! No, what the fuck man. His emotions were in strict contrast to his logic, some unknown force telling him to get revenge on the bastard that killed his brother. The thing had the audacity to laugh at Supernatural's body, and try to tell them what to do.

"No, listen. He'll be okay, really. I mean sure it may not look it, what with the no head and all, but this happens to us all the time." Homestuck rambled. 'We all just need to calm down, and y'know go to that car that you guys saw in the paper, and maybe just relax a little." His voice was getting higher the more he talked. He put his hands up in a placating manner."Dean?"

Dean, anger didn't calm down at the fandom's words however. Instead his rage reached it's peak, causing him to snap at the casual manner Homestuck was attempting to explain the situation. For the first time in a long time Dean reacted without thinking. He reeled back and punched the apparent teenager. He felt Homestuck's nose break as a flood of yellow rained onto the dirty floor, and across his knuckles.

Homestuck let out a yelp as he fell, he landed on his back. He clutched his nose and gazed up at the oldest brother from his place on the ground.

"What the fuck?" Homestuck exclaimed.

"You killed him!" Dean said, face going red as he pinned the fandom down, and raised his fist again. I'll kill him. He thought before continuing to punch.

"Yeah, because he went trickster and was going to kill all of us!" Homestuck tried to stop the rain of powerful punches aimed at his face. Dean didn't stop, didn't even register Homestuck's cry of, "I'm sorry!" in his anger fueled haze.

This lying son of a bitch! Dean thought as he aimed for the opening in Homestuck's defense. He grabbed the fandom's neck and squeezed, cutting off his air.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as he saw as the fandom's face grew a dark yellow. He tried to pull his brother off Homestuck.

Dean was dimly aware that his brother was trying to stop him. In his fury he failed to notice that not only was Homestuck not fighting back, but the fandom had dropped his hands, seemingly accepting his fate.

"Dean." Castiel's voice brought Dean out of his trance. The oldest brother immediatly let go of the teens neck and got off of him. Homestuck coughed, some mustard-yellow blood coming out of his mouth.

Sam knelt beside the fandom and helped him sit up. He inspected Homestuck's nose which had stopped bleeding, but appeared to be set wrong. Homestuck, took the support offered by the younger brother.

"We," He tried before having to pause and spit out the blood in his mouth, "We good?" He managed to croak out his short question.

Dean just turned and started towards the door. He stopped before opening it and looked over his shoulder, "Put the body in the trunk, I don't want blood on my seats."

He stalked out of the collapsed building leaving the other three looking after him with varying expressions of concern.

Sam had never been particularly scared of his brother , for the first time he saw how Dean reacted when one of his family was killed. Sam imagined that this is what it had been like after he had died via a stab through the spine.

He felt the same rage as Dean, a red hot burning that demanded revenge on whoever hurt the thing that reminded Sam so much of a brother. Unlike Dean, he reasoned with himself, I won't let this urge win. Homestuck says that he can fix this, and he has no reason to lie.

After Castiel had gotten Dean's attention, which had made Sam feel irrationally jealous for the fact that he himself couldn't get his brother to stop murdering a teenager. He saw Dean walk towards the door, hearing his warning about his car's seat before he left.

Must be the 'profound bond' type thing they have. He sighed and turned towards Castiel.

"I think you should go talk to him. Tell us when he's calm enough that we can get this body out of here." Castiel nodded once before flying away.

"So kid. What exactly happened there?" Sam wanted to know all the facts before he decided whether or not to kill the fandom.

Pain. Rage. Red. So much red. Oh, Dean. You shouldn't feel this. "What is happening?" Castiel couldn't stop the onslaught of strong emotions, finding it hard to distinguish between Dean's anger and his own anguish.

He found himself mourning the loss of a not-quite brother. The strange mix of sorrow and red-coloured rage confusing the angel. He wanted to smite the horned fandom, but knew that would solve nothing. Wanted to mourn the loss of a close ally and friend, even if he had barely known Supernatural.

"He'll be fine…." Homestuck's voice came rang in his head as the fandom attempted to explain how to fix this travesty.

I must find answers to who they are. What they are. Strong enough to make me feel this way.

It was then that Castiel was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed Dean attempting to kill the "teenager". He managed to use their bond -he had once explained it to Dean as a 'telephone between soul and grace that couldn't be hung up'- to sort through the rage-filled haze and stop the hunter from spilling more blood. Seeing Dean storm out and heeding Sam's suggestion he flew to help Dean, to assure him that together they'd all solve the two enigmas that were Supernatural and Homestuck.

After almost having the life choked out of him Homestuck was in no mood to act cheery, instead wanting to find whoever caused his friend to go trickster and gut the living crap out of them. He decided that instead of showing how enraged he was, he was going to be falsely cheerful, and fix the problem.

He heard Sam's "What exactly happened here?"

Winnie and I can fuck up whatever did this to him later. It's no good if we're both dead. Jegus I just wanted to kill things. Fucking….Next time we do this we check times, and have a backup for getting home.

He took a deep breath and prepared to answer however many questions that Sam had.

"Well you see we have this thing called 'trickster'. Basically your personality switches and as you saw with Winnie, murder is pretty much always on the table. just for fun," He shuddered, "it's disgusting

"So are you aware when you're like….that?" He knew Sam didn't exactly know how to phrase the question. Can't blame him this isn't exactly a common occurrence.

He took a deep breath before answering, "I mean yes and no. You're perception gets warped, like suddenly all these horrible things that you would never do seem like the best thing in the world.

Being trickster is like the strongest drug trip you can imagine, but amped up and never ending until someone does what i did to Winnie." His voice was starting to shake at the memories this conversation was bringing up. "Heeeey Hetaaaalia! Come out, come out, wherever you are.I just want to plaaaay!" He saw the curly haired fandom run around a corner and thought what a fun game this was and how he was going to have so much fun painting with his friend blood- he mentally shook himself, bringing himself back to the present. "Look, I'm not….comfortable, talking about this. Just know that it's bad and it has to be induced somehow."

As Sam was about to ask another question Castiel appeared again, informing them that it was safe to go out, and that he'd return to them after some research. Homestuck doubted that the search would yield much results, but he didn't say anything. Just nodded and wished Castiel luck.

Thank fuck for small miracles. Homestuck thought as Sam seemed to drop the subject for now. He gathered up his friend's head and focussed on fixing this situation, and getting home.

Once in the safety of his car and away from the others Dean allowed himself to feel the tremendous guilt, and shame at losing control. He hit the steering wheel hard enough that he was sure there'd be bruises on his hands later. What the hell is wrong with me! I don't know them. He isn't my brother!

He heard the familiar flapping of wings before he felt Cas grab his clenched fists. He felt the ache of on coming bruises fade.

"I can't take you to his car, I must find out who did this. I'm sure you feel the irrational pull towards Supernatural. It" Castiel paused and he let go of Dean's hands,"unsettles me. I will be back soon." Dean nodded, still unsettled.

Castiel patted his shoulder in an awkward manner that lightened Dean's mood despite everything that was going on in his head. Castiel disappeared as the others exited the warehouse, Sam was carrying Supernatural's body, while Homestuck carried his head. Dean pointedly looked away not able to look at the body, or Homestuck's blood that had dried on the fandom's face. He heard the doors open and close, he started the engine and turned the music up as they started on their way to Supernatural's car.

So it's been a while...Sorry about that but I had to re-write this about 3-4 times. It just wasn't turning out right.

Anyways please leave a review and have a good day/week c: