AN: I'm trying to write things so criticism is welcomed.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine Eric Kripke and Andrew Hussie own the things, and fandomstuck is an idea I'm using.

Thanks for reading and enjoy.

The two fandoms walk down the street, unseen to humans. Or that's how it usually is. The strange pair are being followed, but before the ones following them can attack, the two fandoms get a call and high tail it back home. That was the first time the Winchesters saw their fandom, even if they didn't know it.

"Sam, what've you got?" Dean asks out of boredom.

"Nothing major, just some possible haunting." Sam says as he reads through a local news article.

"Apparently reports of screams were heard in the attic of this home, but when the family went up to check the space was empty and it felt like something was pushing them out." He said pointing to a picture of the house in said newspaper. "I checked the history of the town and I haven't found any tragic deaths that could be linked. What do you think, Dean?" Sam closes his laptop.

"I think let's check it out and if it's not our kind of thing we hit the road." Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

They had been in the house for a while now. Homestuck's blood was changing, due to the zodiac signs shifting. Gone was the dark orange blood running through his veins, each heartbeat somewhat painfully shifting it to the dark mustard yellow of the Gemini patron troll. His eyes changing from their usual black and yellow to the red and blue of the Gemini trolls, pupils becoming harder to see. At least his screams have stopped. They shouldn't have come into Supernatural's realm. They should've paid attention to the date. But they didn't, so here they sit for two days, while Homestuck whimpers as the changes happen. Supernatural grips his hand and keeps watch.

"I'm agent Wilcon and this is my partner agent Grayley. We're here about the 'ghost' in your attic." Sam easily lied.

Mr. Mart the father of the family regarded them skeptically. It was his wife that ushered them inside, asking who they were with and why they were looking at this minor case.

"We're with the state. We happened to be in the area and the station called and asked us to check this story out." Dean said looking around, the house. It looked normal enough, not alters, not blood. Just a suburban home that belonged to a nice family.

"So what will you need us to do officers? We just want things to go back to normal." Mr. Mart explained, eager to get the 'ghost' out of their house.

"We just need you out of the house tonight. After that it'll be gone and everything should be back to normal." Sam smiled as he and Dean started for the door. "We should be back around six, so if you will please be out by then."

"Yes of course." The man said, opening the door for the two brothers.

"Great, see you tomorrow then." With that Sam and Dean drove off to do more research on whatever creature was in the household.

Homestuck was asleep. Finally, his pain seemed to have stopped. Supernatural exhaled in relief as he slumped against the wall, putting his gun down and rubbing his face with his hands.We really need to figure out why this hurts him when he's in another world. Dimension. Place. Bubbles. Whatever they're called.

He had kept watch for the two days they had been in this unknown house, not to mention the hunt they had been on before this, something about a ghost. They would be able to hunt more of the minor creatures in his realm or even go home, now that Homestuck's blood was settling.

His eyes were almost closed when he heard it; someone had opened the attic door. He stiffened. Of course they won't be able to see or hear us, it's still weird though. He thought as what he assumed were the homeowners entered the space. He then heard one of them curse and recognized the voice. Dean Winchester.

But their not supposed to be here. They're supposed to be heading over to the next town. Why're they here?

Supernatural thought back through the timeline of the two brothers, in none of his knowledge was this supposed to be happening.

"Do we even know anything that screams? This doesn't sound like a ghost." Sam's deep voice cut through Supernatural's thought. Screams? He looked at Homestuck and thought of his screaming just hours ago. No, couldn't be him. These people can't see us, let alone hear us.

He moved more into the shadows, attempting to get further behind the dresser and boxes that shielded him and Homestuck form view. Unfortunately his wing hit a lamp, knocking it over with a crash. He heard the Winchester brothers turn around, and raise their guns.

Motherfucker. Supernatural cursed his luck. He got up from his hiding place, and put his hands up in surrender. He kicked his weapon away from himself and, closer to Homestuck. He even tucked his wings into his jacket as much as he could so he would appear less threatening. Of course the brothers couldn't really see his wings in the dark. They were black after all.

"Who and what are you." It was a command, not question, said as Dean motioned for him to step out of the shadows and into the lighter part of the room. Supernatural kept his wings in shadow, exposing only the front of him in the light.

"It's just a kid." Sam lowered his gun and turned to his brother. "He's just a kid."

Supernatural risked a glance at Homestuck out of the corner of his eye, his friend shifted as if he was going to get up. Please stay down for a bit longer. Please. He silently begged his friend. He reached to tuck his wings under his jacket while making it look like he was just scratching his back.

"Look Sam, Dean." They looked over at him; surprise was evident on their faces. "I'll go with you, if that's what you want."

They turned back to each other ignoring Supernatural in favour or discussing whether to kill or take him into questioning.

"Hey listen to my friend, you bucket suckers." Supernatural's face drained of colour as he turned to his friend, who was holding his gun towards the brothers. Eyes glowing red and blue in the dim light of the attic, his flushed grey skin corpse like in the shadows.

"What the hell are you?" The brother raised their guns again; Dean pointed his at Supernatural, while Sam's was towards Homestuck.

"Homestuck put the gun down. Relax, these ones are mine." Supernatural kept his hands up and sent a warning look towards his friend. "Remember the Winchester brothers I was telling you about? These are them, so you know if you shoot it'll hurt us both."

Homestuck handed the gun to Supernatural, who took it and put it in his holster. "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 gave a bitter laugh. "I'd say we'll just leave, but knowing you two; which I do, you won't let us out of your sight. So we'll follow, Sam can lead and Dean can go behind, of course we'll keep our hands up as we go, and not struggle or run." The last part was said with a glare at Homestuck, "Right?"

Homestuck sighed and put his hands up. "Fine." He growled.

Dean looked over at Sam; eyes going wide in a 'what the hell' kind of look.

"Alright, well. Let's go." Sam shrugged at Dean, and gestured for the two fandoms to follow him as he walked downstairs and out to the impala.