Supernatural sat on the roof, knees drawn up and head down. He inhaled shakily, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat that threatened tears. I hate this, he thought as he felt his eyes start to get wet, I mean, c'mon I should be more in control of myself. He sniffled and wiped his sleeve across his eyes before giving up and just burying his face into the dirty hunting jacket and crying.

He was pulled out of his depression-induced thoughts by the sound of wings and then the feel of a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to the concerned face of Castiel. He felt his face grow hot as he put his head back in between his knees. He heard Castiel sigh as the hand left his shoulder, Supernatural bit his lip to stop from asking the angel to stay. No one wants you around, dumbass. He thought to himself -much like Dean- he was unable to stop his depression from rearing it's ugly head.

His dark thoughts were disproven when he felt feathers across his wings. He looked up and saw one of Castiel's wings draped across his shoulders, his action similar to a comforting hug. Supernatural leaned into the winged embrace and let himself cry while the angel rubbed comforting circles on his back.

Castiel just sat beside the fandom as he calmed down, rubbing between his wings. He didn't say anything when Supernatural moved closer and leaned against him. The younger looking angel's crying eventually stopped, he wiped his eyes on his filthy sleeve and grimaced when he saw how dirty it was. Noticing the others' discomfort Castiel used his grace to clean it.

"Hey, Cas?" Supernatural's voice was hesitant. He didn't meet the older angel's eye when Castiel turned.

"Yes?" He was hit with a flare of fondness at how much he reminded him of Dean.

"Can you do me a favour?" Surprised, Castiel simply raised an eyebrow. The other continued, "It's just that, to talk to people from home I have to be asleep. Y'know it's kind of like angel radio but we can only talk when asleep."

Castiel noticed that the other's voice got smaller the more he talked, eventually tricking into angel awkwardly patted the middle of his back before answering, "Of course but we should inform the others first."

The teenager nodded before flying away. Castiel allowed himself a small smile before following.

Homestuck thought back to the conversation that had happened when Supernatural had flown off.

Reassuring the brothers and Bobby had been relatively easy, especially since they could all look through the digital journal of Supernatural's. Homestuck had pulled up a page that showed both of them during one of his own birthdays.

Supernatural was in the middle of rolling his eyes but with a smile on his face, jacket replaced by a black band shirt that showed off his warding tattoos, his black wings allowing Homestuck into his personal space. Homestuck himself was non-grey, his horns gone instead his already dark beige skin was tanned darker, his dark hair puffed out from under his dark grey baseball cap, and he had a fangless grin.

"Wait, who's that kid?" Dean had asked while pointing at Homestuck's human-looking self.

"That'd be me during all of April 13th. See my 'thing', that is to say in my series, web comic, whatever you want to call it, that's one of the main characters birthdays." He walked over to the mountain of books on Bobby's desk and began to idly trace the fine details on a spine, "so every year I turn into that fine looking specimen there." He said with a casual wave in the pictures hunters had nodded and there had been an awkward silence before Homestuck had cleared his throat.

"So, what's a wendigo exactly? I mean if you don't mind telling me." He rocked back and forth on his heels as Bobby walked to a shelf and picked out one of the books. The older man handed it to him with a gruff 'here'. Excited, Homestuck sat down at the kitchen table and started to read.

So here he sat giant book opened and relatively interesting.

'A wendigo is often said to be a creature or spirit found by the Great Lakes in both America and Canada. It is originally thought to have once been a human that changed due to (in some part) cannibalism.' As he read he stuck out his tongue in disgust. His worlds' so fucked up. He thought to all the shit in his own universe, I mean mine's not much better.

"Homestuck!" Homestuck jumped when Supernatural's voice echoed from the kitchen. What the fuck does the idiot want now, thought the grey fandom, annoyed at being dragged away from his book. His friend was facing away from him, looking towards where the other three were.

"Jegus bro! Calm your ass down." Homestuck glared at his friend as he turned around. He gestured to his opened book, "people are tryna' read here."

Supernatural ignored his comment and took a seat across from him. "I thought of a way to get a hold of the others. Castiel just has to knock us out and we can talk to em'!"

It would work, Homestuck thought. "Alright, you discuss this with him or do we ask?"

He looked back into the office space when he heard flapping feathers. Castiel nodded towards him and walked over to the table. The Winchesters got up and joined them all in the kitchen while Bobby just turned back to his research.

So much for reading more about whatever Hannibal is, Homestuck thought. With a sigh he closed the book.

"What's up, Cas?" Dean said when he got close enough.

"We think that we've found a solution." Was the gravely voiced answer.

"All me and Homestuck have to do is pass the fuck out and we're gold." The other fandom sounded excited that they could be getting back home.

Can't blame him, Homestuck thought as he considered the plan, I mean we'll have to decide who hits who but fuck it. He shrugged to himself, "I'm down. Who's getting punched first?"

"What?" Supernatural's eyebrows shot up, "What do you mean?"

"Y'know to get knocked out," the confusion on his friends face didn't clear, "isn't that how we're being KO'd?"

"I can painlessly send you to sleep." Castiel offered.

"And you don't have to worry,kid, we've dealt with Wendigos before." Bobby reassured from his place at the desk.

Oh, thank Gog. I was not down for getting killed. Homestuck walked over to his friend and threw an arm around his shoulder, "well let's start. I don't know about flappy-bird here but I'm ready to go home."

"Don't call me that. Jerk." Supernatural said with a smile. He offered up his fist.

"Fuckass," Homestuck answered back. He bumped his own fist against his friend's.

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