A/N: This is pretty much my first story, so sorry if it isn't the best. Obviously, I own neither Homestuck nor Supernatural. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

To create a universe is no easy matter- nor is it possible for any existing creatures to survive the brutal trials of Sburb, save for a select few. Therefore, it was no small feat when a brave group of trolls and humans were able to successfully bring up their new universe after sweeps of destruction. Though this group planned to foster a universe of trolls, the matriorb conjured up could still never be perfected even when it seemed functional on the outside. Because of this, the new universe was populated with humans; however, that was far from the only species to inhabit it.

The time is 10:41, and John Winchester has just breathed his final breath. The atmosphere is heavy, fraught with Sam and Dean's mourning over the sacrifice made to keep the latter alive. These brothers are all too familiar with the supernatural, and now monsters have taken yet another thing from them.

"I CAN'T WATCH THIS." Karkat's voice, despite its commonly upraised volume, was spoken as a mutter before he got up from his computer. His brown-maroon god tier cape swished at his feet; though his original quest bed and sacrificial slab were long since destroyed alongside his original world, the denizens in the game allowed him and all the others that were not formerly at such a level to ascend upon the creation of a successful universe. Karkat closed the lid on his laptop, hiding the viewport he had previously been watching. He knew that he had all his friends where he was, outside of that universe. However, every time Karkat watched the hunters of that world, he was fascinated to see them struggle with the creatures that seemed to come from the human world's "religion". Perhaps because of god tier status, or possibly because the people in the new universe were just created so they couldn't, Karkat and the other Sburb players were able to see the true forms of all these creatures wandering around in the absence of dream bubbles. Apparently that universe had some other places that ghosts could go after death, strangely categorized so that the afterlife experience would vary depending on how people acted during life. This concept seemed rather absurd to Karkat, only increasing his interest in it.

Having grown rather fond of the Winchester brothers in particular, Karkat could no longer suppress his desire to go down to that universe and join the fun. However, he had already asked Jade to take him there twice before, only to be reminded that the creatures of that universe had never seen and would freak out at the sight of a troll. Karkat reluctantly went back to watching through the viewport each time before, but now struck with inspiration, he reopened his laptop.

carcinoGeneticist (CG) began trolling gallowsCalibrator (GC)

CG: HEY TEREZI.

GC: SUP :]

CG: SO SINCE YOU'RE THE SEER OF FUCKING MIND AND ALL, DO YOU KNOW IF THERE'S A WAY TO MAKE PEOPLE'S MINDS SEE ME DIFFERENTLY? LIKE, FOR EXAMPLE, AS HUMAN?

GC: WHY WOULD YOU W4NT TO LOOK HUM4N?

CG: JUST ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION.

GC: OH R1GHT B3C4USE YOU W4NT TO GO TO TH3 N3W UNIV3RS3

GC: YE4H 1 TH1NK TH3R3 M1GHT B3 4 W4Y

CG: WELL THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?

GC: 1 GU3SS 1'LL M4K3 SOM3TH1NG TH4T W1LL M4K3 YOU LOOK HUM4N TO TH3 P3OPL3 1N TH4T UN1V3RS3

GC: BUT 4T 4 COST :]

CG: FINE, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?

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CG: WHAT?!

CG: UGH, FINE.

CG: THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHY THE FUCK YOU GET YOUR KICKS OUT OF SEEING ME TORTURED LIKE THIS.

GC: H4V3 FUN :]

gallowsCalibrator (GC) ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist (CG)

CG: FUCK

carcinoGeneticist (CG) ceased trolling gallowsCalibrator (GC)

Groaning heavily, Karkat made his way over to his recuperacoon. Surely Terezi was laughing her ass off right now at the idea of his suffering. He just hoped she would hold up her end of the bargain. Even as he was internally slamming his head into a wall repeatedly as he heard Kankri's lecture, Karkat couldn't help feeling excited to go join the Winchester brothers as a hunter.

"OKAY, I LISTENED TO HIM UNTIL MY GOGDAMNED EARS WERE FALLING OFF, NOW ARE YOU DONE?" Karkat was nearly tripping over his own feet as he rushed over to where Terezi was reconstructing Can Town, his clumsiness much to her amusement.

"Y3S, 4CTU4LLY." Terezi looked somewhat proud as she handed Karkat a necklace bearing a turquoise amulet engraved with the mind symbol.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Karkat felt somewhat let down, expecting her to cast a ridiculous spell or some such sh*nanigans. (You immediately feel a bit vile for thinking the explicative.)

"JUST PUT 1T ON." No longer protesting, Karkat carefully clasped the pendant behind his neck.

"I DON'T FEEL DIFFERENT." Just before Karkat could proceed to direct a long-winded stream of curses at Terezi, she spun him around so he caught sight of the mirror behind him. Karkat's jaw dropped as far as it could without being ripped out and tossed to the ground. He was caught in a stunned silence at the sight of his reflection, simultaneously repulsing and thrilling him.

"Hey, have you seen the Mayor aro-" As he rounded the corner, John dropped an armful of cans, which would then proceed to roll around on the floor as he stared at the figure in front of him. It had human skin, blunt colorless nails, regular human teeth, typical white eyes with green irises, chestnut-colored hair, and not a nubby horn to be seen- and yet, this person was undeniably Karkat.

"Karkat?!" John was rendered just as speechless as Karkat, and Terezi merely smirked in response.

"1 GU3SS 1T WORK3D TH3N." Karkat responded by weakly nodding and muttering "yup"; he was even less shouty, despite the volume of his speech not being an inherently trollian trait. After several more moments of his stunned stupor, Karkat dashed off to meet Jade. He could finally be a hunter. He could finally meet the Winchesters.

After a similar reaction from the Witch of Space, Karkat was finally sent to Earth, having stopped only to gather his non-pajama clothes along with some human currency and at least five computers (like any sensible person should) in his fetch modus. He appeared in a dark alleyway devoid of security cameras, greatly startling a cat that was previously scavenging through an old cardboard box. Karkat wasted no time in heading to Harvelle's Roadhouse, which was conveniently quite nearby.

Sitting down cautiously on a worn leather stool, Karkat asked the young woman at the bar if he could talk to Ellen. Though Karkat had not looked much into the future of the Winchesters' timelines past this point, he knew that they would arrive here soon and the woman here could help a fair bit with hunting. He was warily escorted to a back room by the bartender Jo, where he saw a woman holding a rifle close to her side.

"Who are you and why do you want to see me?" Ellen eyed Karkat with suspicion- he appeared nothing like a hunter nor anyone she knew. He responded in a voice much more typical in volume than he was used to, careful about how to introduce himself.

"My name is Kyle Vales." One of the many things he learned from watching the Winchesters was that one should never give away their true name to someone they do not trust. Besides that, his appropriately alien-sounding name would raise unwanted suspicion from this woman ready to shoot him at a moment's notice, and he wasn't in the mood to explain why a chest full of bullets wouldn't kill him.

"Kyle, eh? Now get to the point and tell me what you want." The response that formed in Karkat's head was enough to make him gag, sounding awfully like a childish kid wanting to be a hero, but he got the words out nevertheless.

"Could you help- er- would you have any advice for anyone wanting to become a hunter?" Karkat cursed under his breath; the phrase was just as cringeworthy as it sounded in his head, perhaps even more so. Ellen sighed, leaning back into her chair.

"Listen, kid. I don't hunt much- I just know a lot of people that do. I don't know how you heard about this lifestyle, or what's happened in your life, but someone like you just isn't cut out for it." Karkat was fuming with suppressed anger at Ellen's words; despite him being eleven sweeps old (the rough equivalent of 24 human years) and painstakingly short, it was definitely not this woman's place to patronize the man who happened to be one of the creators of her universe. Regardless, he maintained the unfamiliar guise of politeness, knowing nobody on this planet should learn of his identity.

"Listen, you can judge me all the fuck you want, I could just use some damn pointers." Ellen became slightly less tense, still not knowing why she was agreeing to help him. Karkat was silently grateful that she did not suspect the blood magic being worked on her, though the detection of such was probably impossible anyways.

"All right," Ellen sighed. "You ever done any fighting before?" Karkat pulled out an iron sickle from his sylladex, realizing too late that this was probably a bad idea as this universe had no such thing. Upon seeing him pull the weapon out of what seemed like thin air, Ellen immediately pointed her gun at Karkat's face, standing up and ready to shoot him. Karkat recaptchalogued the sickle, slowly putting his hands up.

"What was that?" The words Ellen spoke sounded more like a command than a question.

"Fuck. Uhh… okay, don't shoot me. I can explain." The gun remained firmly in place, Ellen clearly demanding answers first. "Okay, so… I… can store things, in a way, and take them out when I need to use them." His answer was met with confusion but not with any less rifle in front of his face, so he continued.

"I just… it's an ability." Ellen seemed to relax a bit, though still extremely wary. She had concluded that Karkat was a psychic, making her only slightly less suspicious of him.

"Okay then, Kyle… How do you kill a skinwalker?" Karkat knew much about hunting already from watching the Winchesters- perhaps even more than they did. He was mostly just here because he knew it was where the Winchesters would come next. However, his rather extensive knowledge of hunting did not help with Ellen's suspicions, as he said he was not a hunter.

"Perhaps I should not say so much that I need training to become a hunter… rather, I would like someone to work with."

"You know that most hunters are lone wolves, right? Nobody really hunts together unless they're close with each other." However, Karkat did not respond, instead using his blood powers to silently persuade her to agree to help. Thankfully for him, control over relationships and bonds was more versatile and less boring than one might suspect.

It was the very next day when Sam and Dean Winchester came by, being greeted with similar suspicion to that directed at Karkat, who was currently watching from his unnoticed position across the room. Ellen and Jo seemed to calm down much more quickly upon hearing their identities, as their father was an acquaintance to Ellen. Karkat decided to just listen until the brothers were done talking with the other man there, then subtly prompted Ellen to introduce him.

"Oh, and, uh… By the way, Kyle over here might also be able to help you find that demon. I'm not sure how much time he's spent in the field, but he seems to know an awful lot about hunting." Sam and Dean eyed Karkat with suspicion, analyzing him much as Ellen had. However, they knew they could use as much help as they could get, and as Karkat had made use of a lot recently, blood powers never hurt.

"Well then, Kyle, nice to meet you." Dean shook Karkat's hand, slightly unnerved by Karkat's piercing gaze. "I guess you can hunt with us, but make sure you never do any harm to the Impala."

"Don't worry, I'll be fucking amazing to your car."

Sam walked over to Dean and Karkat, neither of whom had noticed him leave. He held a folder in his hand.

"Check this out. A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt."

"Yeah, so?," Dean responded.

"So, I told her we'd check it out."

"Well then," Karkat added, "what the fuck are we waiting for?"

They went over the case in the car, and at the mention of clowns, Karkat quietly muttered "gogdammit, like I haven't dealt with enough of those bucket-fillers." Dean and Sam began teasing each other about their fears, Sam's being clowns and Dean's being planes, before Karkat aggressively cleared his throat and they promptly changed the subject.

They arrived at the local circus- the clown ghost supposedly killing children's parents seemed to be bound to this circus, so that was naturally their first place to look for the cause of it. The brothers mostly ignored Karkat, who was agitated by his own unfamiliar silence.

"You know, looking for a cursed object, it's like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything," Sam said. Dean responded, "well, it's bound to give off EMF, so we just have to scan everything."

"Isn't that fucking great. It's not like anyone will notice us going around waving a damn scanner everywhere like a bunch of lunatics." Karkat's customary anger was palpable in his speech, to which Dean replied that they would have to find a way to fit in.

Dean and Sam were quite often good enough liars, but Karkat was astonished by how poorly they were trying to convince the circus owner, Mr. Cooper, that they had acted in the circus before.

"You see that picture?" Mr Cooper gestured to an old photograph of a man in front of an amusement park ride. "That's my Daddy."

"You look an awful fucking lot like him," remarked Karkat. Indeed, the man in the picture looked like Mr. Cooper- perhaps too much so.

"He was in the business- ran a freak show 'till they outlawed them in most places. Apparently displaying the deformed isn't dignified. So, most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's progress, I guess." Karkat shuddered to imagine Gamzee honking insanely within a cell, singlehandedly strangling the staff members while covered in his own violet blood. This case reminded him far too much of the honking maniac.

Mr. Cooper insisted that the three hunters were too normal for circus work, that they should live average lives and go to school. This elicited a slight smirk from Karkat, which everyone else in the room respectfully ignored.

"Sir… we don't want to go to school." If Karkat were in another situation, he might have facepalmed: the refute was weak and did not leave a particularly good impression. Sighing quietly, Karkat mentally reached out to Mr. Cooper, urging him to cooperate. It worked, though Karkat knew very well that there was no need for it to.

As soon as they were out of the carnival, Karkat pulled Sam and Dean hurriedly into an alleyway, his strength surprising both the Winchesters because of his lean build and meager height.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean's protesting was silenced as Karkat covered his mouth.

"Listen. That man… is not a person." Karkat practically spat out each word.

"What?" Sam looked at Karkat with a sense of bewilderment. "How do you know?"

"Think about it. That picture he claimed to be his dad was definitely him. Ever heard of a fucking rakshasa?" Both Dean and Sam looked slightly confused. They had not; after all, Karkat knew more about monsters through his investigation of almost every hunter to have existed up to that point than the Winchesters could have learned through their own lifetimes.

"They're creatures that eat humans and can turn invisible. Plus, they have to be invited to enter homes, which fits perfectly with the way this gogdamn clown is killing. Aside from that, they only eat a few times every twenty, thirty years or so. You mentioned that the same case occurred with this circus a while back, and this fucker was at both carnivals." Both the Winchesters looked stunned, but neither moved to deny what Karkat said.

"Wait, so you just saw this picture and figured that this is what and who we're dealing with?" Sam's voice was tinged with disbelief, and rightfully so; after all, Karkat could see the creature's true form as soon as he laid his eyes on it, but he knew better than to tell anyone this. Karkat made a mental note to be more careful to hide everything about him that these humans would deem abnormal.

"Well then," said Dean, his voice reluctant, "how do we gank it?"

"Pure brass." Karkat's response was followed by the closest thing to an actual smile that anyone had seen since he entered this universe, showing the teeth that Terezi had so adequately disguised the fang-like shape of.

"Well," Sam chimed in, "before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna want to make damn sure it's him."

"These fucktards sleep on top of dead insects, so if you want to go looking for a bed of those little shits, be my guest." Karkat followed that with, in a lower tone, "but trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"Then I guess it's time to go kill that son of a bitch." Dean decided to go along with Karkat's plan, a decision that was admittedly caused in part by Karkat himself.

They decided to enter the funhouse in order to fight the creature, as it contained a set of pipe organs quite clearly made of brass. Sure, the Winchesters were taking quite a risk surmising that, but Karkat did not bring up the issue.

Sam and Dean made their way cautiously through the funhouse, wary of the invisible monster that might be anywhere around them. Karkat behaved similarly, following his resolution to hide his ability to see the monster. They made their way towards the pipes, ready to break one off, when Karkat spotted the rakshasa, poised to throw a knife straight at Sam's heart. Running forwards, Karkat moved so that his own shoulder blocked the knife's destination, feeling the sharp sting of the blade less than a second later. Dean and Sam's heads both whirred towards Karkat, thankfully assuming that the blade was headed for him in the first place.

"It's here!" Dean's shout was followed by a whirring sound as a blade was thrown past him and hit the wall behind. Sam finished breaking off a brass pipe from the organ and swung it at the air in hopes of making contact with its flesh.

"Swing closer to the doorway! That's where the knives are coming from!" Karkat's shout, nearing his usual manner of speaking, was enough for Sam to hit and kill the monster.

The rakshasa fell dead to the ground, but the Winchesters' attention wasn't on it long before turning to Karkat, who was losing blood at an impressive rate. He ripped out the blade and covered the wound with this hand, insisting that he was okay. He rushed off rather quickly to bandage the wound before Sam and Dean could say anything.

turntechGodhead (TG) began pestering carcinoGeneticist (CG)

TG: dude i was watching what you were up to down there and thats an awful lot of blood

TG: and its undeniably heroic so be careful

CG: YEAH, IT'S UNDER CONTROL.

TG: so hows that new universe?

CG: ASIDE FROM BEING SUPERBLY FUCKED UP IN EVERY WAY?

CG: IT'S ALL RIGHT.

TG: ok man

TG: but you could see that monster right

CG: OBVIOUSLY.
TG: then why didnt you just kill it

CG: BECAUSE WE CAN'T LET THE PEOPLE IN THIS UNIVERSE KNOW ABOUT US, REMEMBER FUCKASS?

TG: oh right

TG: anyways have fun with your demon hunting buddies

CG: I WILL.

turntechGodhead (TG) ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist (CG)

Karkat was now back at Harvelle's Roadhouse with Sam and Dean, talking to the man named Ash, whom they had earlier requested to put together some information to find the demon that killed John Winchester. Ash showed them with a program that would track all signs of the demon, reminding Karkat of Sollux in its technical expertize.

Karkat watched quietly as Dean and Sam talked about the memory of their father. Karkat never really understood these familial relations, but he knew well enough not to bug them about it. He knew it would only hurt them more if he told them why their father really died. As Karkat watched Sam walking away from Dean, he was caught by surprise to see Dean bashing the nearby cars with a club. Karkat ran over to Dean, hurriedly trying to calm him down, something that Karkat was particularly good at. As Karkat patted Dean reassuringly, he heard a weak voice from the man he was calming.

"Kyle… This doesn't concern you…" Regardless of his pent-up anger about his father's demise, Dean couldn't bring himself to lash out any more. He walked away without saying another word.

A/N: Feel free to leave a review telling me what you want to see from this story (though you might want to keep in mind that I'm a bit new to this, so don't go too hard on me ^^'). I will be updating the story based on reader interest and as soon as I get more chapters written, which should be fairly quickly, assuming I have reason to. Thanks for reading, and have a good day!