After about an hour of the tense silence, Homestuck decided to explain the whole situation a little bit.

He had explained that for fandoms they could regenerate, and while usually they didn't need this extra step if they "fucked up and somehow managed to get "ganked" -he had air quoted- in their own universe they needed a point from their home to connect to." Upon seeing that the brother's were not comprehending his explanation he said, "Ok, think of us as travellers. Now we lost our passport while in another country, i.e we died in a world, dimension, whatever, that's not our own. Ok so we need something to act as an 'embassy' of sorts. I think, I'm not really sure how your world handles things." The brothers nodded, not really grasping the whole explanation.

Homestuck sighed, because obviously the two hunters had questions. "Alright. So let's just get your questions out of the way. Free question time, ask away."

"What the hell are you guys?" This from Dean, who had relaxed his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel after some explanation to their situation had been given.

"Well. Short answer? Fandoms. Long answer? Fictional works personified. Usually newer works, but there are some 'older' fandoms." He paused for a moment to think. "You know when I said I was six sweeps? That's what my 'world' uses as time measurements. Sometimes. Anyways I was "born" or whatever in 2009. But Winnie was born in 2005. And ah. He's with your….universe. It's very confusing to explain if you're not meta. Er, outside a universe. That's about that." He took a breath," Anything else?"

"Wait so let me get this straight. You're from another universe, and you're roughly the age of a toddler." Sam said sarcastically.

"Yep!" Homestuck answered with a smile. The brothers decided to leave the questions at that. Dean turned up the music and they kept driving.

It was early morning when they finally found the car.

A black impala identical to the Winchester's own in almost everyway parked in the middle of a clearing of looks like when I came back from hell Dean thought as he looked at the scene before him. Trees looked like they had been cut down in a perfect circle around the vehicle.

While the outside was the same as the brother's car, the inside -Homestuck knew- had Supernatural's mean of communication with the other fandoms. A homemade computer built into the dash, as well as a device that projected maps and pesterchum onto his dashboard the Trek's had helped him build after losing to him at their monthly poker night. Hanging off of his mirror was a replica of the planet earth -a gift from Hetalia- and a miniature Firefly model ship, which had been a gift from Firefly herself.

Sam turned towards Homestuck with a raised eyebrow, "So do we just lay him down or…?"

"Yeah, I mean I think?" He furrowed his brows, "This is usually done to me so I'm not sure."

"Right, well let's just try." Sam said skeptically, before realising something, "Wait, what do you mean this happens to you?"

"I, ah, have a general disregard for that whole 'mortality' thing. Winnie here is always on my case." Homestuck answered, patting his friend's head.

Carefully lifting the body of the decapitated fandom into the front seat Sam caught a quick glimpse of the the interior of the other impala. It's just like Dean's….well except the things hanging from the mirror.

He looked over as Homestuck opened the other door, and placed the head so it was looking towards the ceiling. The fandom gave Sam a thumbs up before exiting the car and flying over the the other impala. Sam closed his own door with a last look at Supernatural's prone body.

"Now what?" Dean said as the two walked back.

"We just have to wait a bit. He'll come back when he's ready." Homestuck said confidently.

However Dean noticed the fandom's nervous shifting; the way he played with his shirt, and how he didn't look either brother in the eye.

Dean nodded, and ignored the strange behaviour for Homestuck's sake before looking back towards the other impala.

From the corner of his eye he saw Sam waving him over, so he went to talk to his brother.

"So apparently this is normal for them," His brother started, he paused when Dean raised an eyebrow, "yeah, I know. He says it usually happens to him, but who the hell knows."

"I mean, we've dealt with weirder right? Maybe it's a God thing?" Dean suggested, "Let's just wait for Cas to come back."

Sam nodded, "Yeah…."

After nothing immediately happened Homestuck started doubting that he had done this properly, What if we did it wrong? What if he's not coming back, Oh, Gog Winnie please comeback!

Homestuck hadn't looked away from his friends car, too worried that his friend wouldn't come back. He had almost given up when he noticed the bright blue-white light start to increase.

"Cover your eyes!" He yelled at the two brothers as he flew over and pushed them to the ground behind the car. He joined them, ignoring the swears aimed at him. Fuck yeah, Winnie! He thought as he closed his eyes while smiling.

The first thing Supernatural thought when he opened his eyes was; Why the fuck is it so bright, and how much did I drink last night? He noticed the familiar space of the impala around him, however the colours were gone, replaced by monochrome. Oh, I'm dead….again. How did it happen this time?

He tried to remember, but all he thought of was laughter and antlers. His memories came rushing back with the thought vague sense of hearing the ticking of an offbeat clock. 'Come on just paint with the fuckers blood!' He had to resist the urge to be sick. I-I wanted to kill the Winchesters! Oh, Chuck. What happened after that? Hell what happened before that?

The light around him faded and the world returned to full colour. He sat up to take in his surroundings. Baby! Oh, sweet my car! Now I can hurt those fucking demons that turned me into a fucking trickster. Who the hell were they anyways? Why the fuck did they know about fandoms?

He looked out the window and say Homestuck and the brothers a fair distance off. Fuck. At least Homestuck's ok. He steeled himself before opening the door, silently promising to make whoever or whatever turned him feel like they were in a living hell.

Hey! I had some writers block, but the next chapter is being written now! Thanks for reading and have a good day/week c:

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