Supernatural was awoken by a beam of light in his eyes, he groaned and rolled over, wrapping the blanket he was using tighter around himself. I feel like I've been hit by a bus, he thought, and like I have the worst whiplash in history.
He tried to drift off to sleep, almost succeeding until he thought back to being kidnapped by smoke. Images flashed through his almost unconscious mind, blotches of red and black, antlers and a clock, and to top it off "this is my design" echoing in his head. His eyes snapped open again, son of a bitch.
Without much more thought he flew into the kitchen, hoping to find Homestuck or really anyone. Popping into the room he looked around and saw Sam, Dean, and Bobby at the table. All three of them jumped at the sound of his wings.
Homestuck was across the room leaning against the counter on his phone. He charged up to the other fandom and grabbed his shoulders. Homestuck's expression was a mix of shock, and minor annoyance at Supernatural for invading his personal space so early in the morning. Before he could say anything however, Supernatural cut in.
"Hannibal." The winged fandom said breathlessly, ignoring Homestuck's annoyance. He was afraid that he'd forget the flash back again.
"Um?" His friend gave him a confused look. Homestuck reached up and pushed him back by the shoulders. "Personal space." The horned fandom looked at his friend, he sighed and said "Deep breath," he waited for Supernatural to breathe deeply, "and explain your thoughts."
"Hannibal, that son of a bitch," He paused when Homestuck raised an eyebrow 'that's not an explanation' the look seemed to say, "That bastard did it. Probably to get back at me for the whole wendigo hunting thing." Supernatural's wings flapped out, causing wind to stir the pages of the book Bobby had been reading.
"Oh, fuck," his friend groaned, "out of everyone that could possibly have a grudge against you, it has to be Hannibal," Homestuck punched his friend's arm," Why the hell would you piss em' off?"
"Hannibal? Like 'Silence of the Lambs' Hannibal?" Dean asked, curious.
"Yes" Supernatural said, wanting to quicken the conversation. We have to get someone else here. Anyone else. He felt as if he had caused everything. Why the hell can't I even go on a simple hunting trip without fucking up?
"No" Homestuck said confused at his friend's quick answer. He turned to Supernatural and raised one eyebrow. Why's he being so weird, he thought.
"I mean the series is based off that but this one's just….well mannered." Supernatural clarified. He shuddered, now realising what the other fandom would think. They'll think we were rude. They probably thought turning me into a trickster was a gift or something fucked like that.
"And unsettling as all hell." His friend added. He put his phone back, bringing up his hands to rub his temples.
"They probably thought this was a favour." Supernatural looked at Homestuck, who had gone pale at that sentence.
"Fuck," his friend muttered. He put his head in his hands and groaned.
The hunters just seemed more confused. Supernatural could feel the questions coming off of all of them.
Supernatural continued trying to make a connection so the brothers understood how dangerous this really was. "Remember the wendigo you guys fought when you were looking for your dad? Yeah like that but more human, and," put hands to forehead in fague antler shape, "and gaunt. Hannibal isn't a mindless beast, they're smart, cunning, terrifying, and are honestly pissed as fuck right now because they might not get any more content. Believe me it's not a good mix for a trickster to have."
"Especially this trickster," Homestuck said, voice muffled.
Supernatural tried to turn his head but pain flared from his neck, he nudged Homestuck and pointed to the hurt area. The other fandom rolled his eyes and quickly healed his friend.
"Okay, so how do we stop it?" Sam said after watching the exchange. Homestuck looked back up at him and gave a bitter laugh.
"You guys don't. We do," Homestuck said, "see Hannibal is is almost never not trickster." He pulled out his phone again pulling up a cheerful picture of Hannibal and himself, It's kind of a pain, they're really nice when they're not trickster, we used to hang out a lot." He tapped his temple, "Y'know horns and antlers bros."
That must be why we're stuck. Hannibal want's to keep us in one place, apart from everyone else. Supernatural looked at his friend, who apparently had the same thought. "Sam, Dean, I need my phone."
"What do you mean?"
"You took my phone. I need it back." He tried his best to convey the desperation of the situation through his voice. It seemed to work as all of them shared a look before Sam spoke up.
"Oh, right." Sam took it out of his pocket. "here."
Supernatural grabbed his flip phone, he typed in a code and from the old camera on the front came a projection of a page of an apparent journal.
The digital page held a picture of Hannibal when they weren't trickster. Their brown curly hair fell just short of their chocolate coloured eyes, their dark lips stretched in a wide grin. A plaid shirt with a tie was partially covered with a worn-looking jacket which contrasted with their dark skin. The notes beside the picture were clear and said things like; 'good at chess, caught Trekkie in a stalemate', and 'vegetarian, for obvious reasons'.
With a wave of his hand another page was pulled up next to the original, this one holding a picture of an inky, unnaturally black figure with their ribs showing, and their face set in an expression of a ravenous person. Their cheek bones sticking out at sharp angles from their gaunt face. The picture was slightly blurred, looking like it had been taken on the run. The notes next to think picture were less neat and stained with blotches; 'Do not approach alone' and 'Kill on sight. This is no longer the Hannibal we know.'
"As you can see from the second page," Supernatural paused and took a shaky breath before continuing, "they aren't really our friend when they're like this."
The fandom cleared his throat and gestured at the projection in front of him.
"This is my friend, Hannibal. They, similar to myself, become trickster when they taste," he looked away from everyone, "human or fandom flesh." He shuddered.
Homestuck came up beside him and patted his shoulder before continuing on from where Supernatural left off, "They're fast, smart, and have a weird obsession with manners as we mentioned earlier."
Having composed himself Supernatural kept talking, "They look sickly when they're trickster. Kind of like they've been starved for weeks." He waved his hand and a drawn picture showing the tall coal black figure enlarged.
The thing had dark curly hair, ripped clothes that looked like they had once been a flannel shirt and jeans, instead of shoes it had bare feet, and eyes that almost glowed white. The creature's body had long fingers attached to bulky hands. Stick thin arms stuck out of shoulders too broad for its skeletal frame. Bobby thought of a Wendigo and, with a shared look with the two brothers, saw them thinking the same thing.
"So, basically a super charged Wendigo?" Dean asked the two teenagers.
They looked at eachother, Homestuck with confusion. He shrugged his shoulders and threw up his hands.
"A what?" His voice conveyed his confusion.
Dean cut in with a quick, "Humans who eats other humans and turns into monsters."
Homestuck made a noise of disgust, "That's real nice, Winnie. Real classy place you got here."
"Like you can talk. How many times have those kids been killed?" Supernatural's wings puffed up in indignation.
"How many times have they died?" Homestuck gestured towards the hunters.
"Enough," both teenagers fell silent and looked back to Bobby, "you two idjits better come up with a plan if we're going to beat this thing."
"You aren't helping us." Supernatural said sternly. His eyes had begun to get watery. I can't let them get hurt. I can't! We aren't even supposed to be here. He felt his anxiety flare up. Fuck, look at me. Don't have medication for a week and I can't get my thoughts straight.
"Of course we are." Sam's face showed his genuine concern, eyebrows knitted together and mouth set in a frown.
"You're too important!" Supernatural exclaimed, worst case scenarios flashing before his mind's eye.
"What do you mean?" Dean cut in before the other two could say anything.
Supernatural's wings raised as high as the kitchen would allow in his panic as he gestured to the three hunters. Tears had begun to form and he tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
"I mean if you die," he gestured to himself, "then I die."
Please just don't come with us, he thought desperately, please. I don't want anyone else hurt.
"Why." Bobby demanded.
"Well lets see. My whole universe, this universe, revolves around those two." He waved a hand at Dean and Sam's direction, "If your main characters die out of story you aren't coming back."
"Winnie!" Homestuck's panicked voice didn't seem to get through in his friend's state.
Supernatural continued, "and since you two are the core of my world well excuse me for wanting to keep you alive."
"Winnie!" Homestuck put his hand over Supernatural's mouth. "Go to another room, I'll handle this."
Without another word Supernatural disappeared.
Sorry for the wait but I had to re-write a big part of this a few time before it felt right. I'm working on the next update now though. Please leave a review and have a good day/week c: