So. Yes I'm the original author, yes this is the same story, and no I haven't forgotten about it. I've just been re-writing it for going on two years now. I didn't like how it was originally so I decided to change it. That said the original will still be up and you can read it anytime, but the updates won't make much sense once all this gets caught up

Anyways, enjoy and please tell me what you think! Have a great day/week c: c:

Two fandoms walked down a crowded street, unseen to the humans around them as they enjoyed the start of their 'hunting trip'. Both Homestuck and Supernatural had recently agreed to accept the words of their friend Doctor Who- "stop being idiots and try to be friends", their plan was to bond over their mutual liking of protecting others.

Homestuck, was gesturing wildly as he explained some sort of plan. His grey skin making him look like a moving statue rather than a living being. The lanky fandom looked to be in his mid teens, his black, shoulder length black hair flipped up in every direction, more bedhead than styled. Bright horns stood out in stark contrast to the young man's otherwise dark look. He had a black shirt with his fandom's signature green house on the front, one sleeve had a crude barcode painted on it. His dark and worn down jeans matched with his beaten up shoes.

The other simply nodded along and added his own commentary as he saw fit. Supernatural had brown hair that was slicked back, however a few stubborn pieces refused to stay down, the middle section was a lighter brown than the rest. His thick eyebrows and brown eyes were framed by a wide face covered in freckles. He appeared more muscular than his companion with his white t-shirt resting under his worn brown letter man jacket. Black wings sprouted from his back as he fanned them out in the sun. His blue jeans almost had holes in them from how old they were. A rosary could be seen wrapped around one of his belt loops and stuffed into one of his pockets. He had one iron ring on each hand, each carved with intricate warding against ill omens.

Unbeknownst to the pair, a dark creature loomed in the alleyway. Before it could attack, however, Homestuck doubled over and Supernatural, concerned, leaned down to help. A brief exchange of words was had before the two fandoms disappeared.

Sam and Dean sat in another shitty nameless motel. Sam on his computer researching possible hunts, while Dean flicked through all the channels the cheap cable had to offer. Dean huffed and turned towards his brother when he had found nothing worth watching.

"Sam, what've you got?" Dean asked out of boredom. He stretched out and yawned.

"Nothing major, just some possible haunting." Sam said as he read through a local news article on his computer, "Apparently reports of screams were heard in the attic of a home, but when the family went up to check the space was empty, and it felt like something pushed them out."

Dean perked up at the possibility of finally getting a job, "so what's the address?".

Finally something to do, The older of the two thought as he waited for Sam's response.

Sam just turned the computer, which showed a simple map of the town. He smiled at his brother, clearly thinking the same thing. Both jumped to their feet and almost happily grabbed their 'monkey suits' from their respective duffels. Sam wasted no time in going into the bathroom to change as Dean started to change in the main room.

Once done, Sam called Bobby to warn him in case they needed any additional information or a fake boss to call. The brothers walked to their car and drove off to see interview the family of the 'haunted' house.

Supernatural and Homestuck had been trapped in this random house's attic for a few days. Homestuck's blood had changed due to the zodiac shifting. Gone was the dark orange blood running through his veins, as each heartbeat -somewhat painfully- shifted it to the dark mustard yellow. His eyes had changed from their usual black and yellow to the red and blue of the Gemini troll, pupils becoming harder to see as his green irises vanished.

Supernatural sighed as he let his head fall back against a dusty shelf. Lucky these people can't hear us, he thought at he groaned, damn I'm tired. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.

Dean rang the doorbell to the house in question. As he waited for an answer he ran over the few facts Sam and him had found on their way over.

The family's home, and the family themselves, had no tragic back story. No violent deaths surrounding them or their property, no curses, nothing, it was just a regular old home that housed a regular family. The door opened and a tired-looking middle aged man answered.

"Can I help you gentleman with anything?" He asked in a skeptical tone.

"I'm Will, and this is my partner Gary. We're here about the strange noises in your home," Sam said, sounding almost bored in the way an official would. His posture relaxed as he looked at the man in front of him. The man who answered the door was in office attire, and wasn't really in shape. Nothing about him seemed to indicate anything supernatural or evil about him.

"What do you want?" The man's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, we're with the state," Dean said holding up his fake badge, as Sam followed suit, "nothing to worry about. There's been some disturbances in the surrounding areas and enough people have called in with situations similar to yours." Dean waved a hand in a no big deal kind of motion.

"Weird noises, bumps in the night, standard stuff really," Sam added with a shrug, "we were just in the area and thought we'd make sure everything's alright. You know, make sure it's not someone playing a joke, or an animal."

The man regarded them with barely contained suspicion. After a few seconds he sighed and opened the door further, gesturing for the brothers to enter.

Once inside Sam and Dean discreetly looked around, however nothing seemed to be out of place. Nothing to indicate anomalies, or that whoever lived in the house was nothing but average. The man gestured to the sitting area just inside the doorway.

"Before we get started, can we have your full name for reports?" Sam asked as he brought out a notepad. Nice touch, Dean thought as he turned his focus to the owner of the house.

"Oh, uh, sure. I'm Markus Arins," the man, Markus, said as he sat down.

"Well, I've been up there myself and can't seem to find anything. The only this is I felt like something was pushing me back down the stairs." he explained.

"Like a presence?" Dean asked, just serious enough for the man to believe that he wasn't mocking him.

"No, like a physical push," He paused to scratch his neck and when he continued he wouldn't meet their eyes, "look I know it sounds weird but it felt like I bumped into someone that wasn't there and they shoved me. I almost fell. I haven't gone up there since."

"Would you mind if we had a look?" Sam asked calmly as he put his notepad away.

"Sure. Follow me," Markus said as he got up and led the brothers to the attic's entrance. As the trio walked up to the attic, Markus pulled down a ladder and gestured for the brothers to go first, "I, ah, hope you don't mind going up first. Someone has to hold the ladder at the bottom, my husband did it for me a few days ago, but he and our son are out of town for some school trip." Markus stopped short when he realised he was rambling out of nervousness, "sorry, I'm still kind of uneasy."

"Perfectly fine, sir." Dean said as they climbed the ladder.

Once inside the cluttered space Markus brought them over to where he had been 'pushed'. The space had boxes haphazardly stacked in front of a dresser with a few feet of space between the two. Dean only half listened as Markus began recounting his tale, however his attention was drawn to what appeared to be a leg partially hidden behind one of the boxes.

When he asked Markus about it he got a confused look, "I don't see what you mean."

"Ah, nevermind. Just a shadow," Dean looked towards Sam and raised his eyebrow as if to say, you see it too right? When his brother nodded, Dean's eyes narrowed. He decided that they would come back later and see what exactly was going on.

"Thank you for your time, we'll be in touch if anything turns up," Sam said as the brothers exited the house.

Once in the car Sam and Dean discussed their next move, both decided to sneak in to inspect the leg that only they seemed to see.

Supernatural stretched, he let his wings expand as much as they could in the small space before tucking them back in. He had been sitting in the same place since he had woken up hours ago. He had taken it upon himself to guard the other fandom as he healed. He looked at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, he saw that pesterchum still wasn't working. He huffed in frustration and stretched his wings out as far as he could in the cramped space.

"Colt." he mumbled, the gun in question came to his hand from his sylladex. He checked the barrel, and saw that it was fully loaded. He rested it against his his leg as he looked around the tiny space for the hundredth time.

Nothing had changed, the attic was still old, dusty, and cluttered. No one had been up here to clean in years by the looks of things and there wasn't anything interesting to do. I'm so bored, who knew waiting for some idjit to wake up would suck so much. He looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply, I wish I could do something.

He heard the creak of the attic door, and he immediately perked up. That's weird, he had heard the owner of the house leave just an hour ago, he shouldn't be back yet. He picked up his gun and held it in case he needed to defend both of them.

"Fuck." A gruff voice cursed quietly.

"Dean, shut up!" Another voice answered in a whisper-yell. Supernatural's heart nearly stopped as he finally connected the dots. The Winchesters, oh fuck. He covered his mouth with his free hand to stifle his breathing. He heard their footsteps getting closer, I'll just move farther back and they won't see me. He moved further back and settled back down, there now they won't see me, he let out a quiet huff once he realised how ridiculous he was being, of course they can't see me.

He let his full weight rest against the wall of boxes as he let out a sigh of relief. His calmness was shattered when the boxes collapsed behind him. The resounding crash that sounded through the attic was met with shocked silence, quickly followed by the cocking of guns.

"Who's there?" Sam said loudly.

Fuck. Ok, just keep calm, Supernatural put his gun back in his sylladex, it's not like I can hurt them without hurting myself. He tucked his wings under his jacket before standing up and facing the two brothers.

"You're just a kid," the disbelief was evident in Sam's voice. He turned towards Dean, "He's just a kid."

Both brothers lowered their guns and turned to talk to each other in hushed tones, however Supernatural could tell they were still cautious from the way neither of them took their fingers off their guns trigger. He looked towards Homestuck and saw him stir, he silently hoped his friend wouldn't wake up. He looked back at the brothers and cleared his throat.

"Uh, who are you guys?" He made sure his voice shook a bit as he looked away. He made it look like he had been caught red handed doing something. Best to make them think I'm a runaway, he thought.

"Oh, uh. Police. We had complaints of something making noise in this attic, guess we have our answer," Dean said as he tried his best to look disappointed.

How can a hunter be so bad at lying on the spot? Supernatural questioned as he openly stared at the older of the two. Forgetting he was supposed to be looking guilty, Supernatural straightened up and crossed his arms out in front of him. He fixed Dean with a look to rival Sam's.

"You got a problem, kid?" Sam's gruff voice said.

Before the fandom could answer a groan was heard from beside him. He whipped his head to the side, his blood ran cold as Homestuck got to his feet.

"What the fuck happened? I feel like I got hit by a truck" the horned fandom rubbed his head and groaned. He looked up and froze before his face broke into a shit eating grin, "Yo, lookit' that, it's those two guys you like!"

"Shut up," Supernatural said, panicked. The winged fandom looked back to the two brothers cautiously. Both had their guns trained onto the fandoms.

"What the hell are you," Dean demanded, gesturing to Homestuck with a flick of his gun.

Homestuck narrowed his eyes and stood up straighter, "I don't like your tone."

The room began to charge with electric energy as the horned fandom's eyes started to light up in red and blue.

"Homestuck, please don't do this. You know it won't end well for anyone," Supernatural kept his voice steady despite the fact that his heart felt like it was going to explode.

Homestuck huffed and his eyes faded back to normal, "Fine, but this sucks ass."

"Yeah, yeah. You have no patience and all that. Now, can we all behave? Dean, please lower your gun a little. You too Sam, no one would benefit from killing anyone," Supernatural said without thinking. He realised his mistake when he looked back at the brothers, only to see them glaring daggers. "What'd I say?"

Homestuck walked up and threw an arm around him, "you called em' by their names, bro."

Supernatural shrugged off the others arm in annoyance before he registered the others words. He looked back towards the others and held up his hands, palms out.

"So, I'm guessing you're going to want us to follow you, huh?" When Sam and Dean only nodded he sighed, "alright. Homestuck c'mon, let's go to the impala."

"Sure thing, Winnie." The other said almost cheerfully.

Dean cleared his throat and told them to walk in front of him and Sam. The two fandoms complied and, once in the back of the impala, Homestuck punched Supernatural's arm.

"Good going man. Real below the radar," he laughed at the defeated look on the other's face.

Before Supernatural could reply, Sam and Dean had gotten into the car and they were off to where Supernatural assumed was Bobby's house.