Now Alex finally knew which world he had landed in.
Dean and Sam—on their own, these names might not stand out. But when paired together, they were anything but ordinary.
The Winchester brothers, famously known as the "Winchester Duo."
Wherever they went, chaos followed. Those around them either died or were on the path to death. Anyone who got involved with the brothers rarely met a good end.
They were the protagonists handpicked by God. If they got into trouble, even the most powerful beings would eventually be brought to their knees.
Of course, that was just a reference to jokes and memes from the original series.
In reality, these circumstances likely stemmed from the nature of this world itself. In this universe, mythical beings were all treated as monsters.
Whether gods from legends or other mythical entities, they existed as creatures that preyed on humans—and they were all targets for the hunters.
As for everything that happened to Dean and Sam, it was all scripted behind the scenes by this world's version of God, unbeknownst to anyone else.
"So, it turns out this really is Supernatural," Alex muttered, wiping his mouth and shaking his head in resignation.
Still, there was a chance that this world might also house another horror protagonist, like Ash from Evil Dead. After all, many such worlds had overlapping connections.
While Alex was deep in thought, his earlier reaction of spitting out his drink had already caught the attention of those around him.
"Hey, little Jackie Chan…"
Dean tilted his head and frowned at Alex, speaking slowly.
"Got a problem?"
"No, I'm just surprised. I'm guessing you two must be the Winchester brothers," Alex replied, pushing his noodles away—he'd lost his appetite.
"You know our father?"
Dean and Sam exchanged glances. After confirming that they'd never met Alex before, they assumed he might be a hunter who had crossed paths with their father.
"Sort of. To be precise, I'm here looking for you two. Maybe you can help me," Alex said.
At this point, Dean and Sam appeared relatively young, their actions more carefree and relaxed—a sign they had only recently started working as a team. Alex wasn't entirely sure about the exact timeline.
The Winchester family's history went back a long way.
Originally, their father hadn't been a hunter. But after their family was targeted by the Yellow-Eyed Demon, resulting in their mother's death, their father embarked on the path of demon hunting.
At first, it was just Dean hunting alongside their father, while Sam went to college. Later, when their father went missing, Dean sought out his younger brother, and the two began hunting demons together while searching for their father.
From the current context, however, it seemed that the brothers had already reached Ellen and Jo's hunter tavern. This suggested that the story had progressed somewhat and that their father was already dead.
"You're here for us?"
Dean casually opened a bottle of beer, his expression turning curious.
"Yes, I need your help," Alex said, nodding before turning to Ellen, the tavern's owner. "Ellen, is there a place where we can talk privately?"
"There is…"
Ellen was still processing the revelation that Alex was a hunter. She had assumed he was just an ordinary person who didn't know anything.
But she didn't dig too deeply. If Alex knew Dean and Sam, it likely meant he was one of them. With that in mind, she led the group to the back room.
Jo, still intrigued by Alex, picked up her glass and followed them.
Jo's father had also been a hunter and was acquainted with Dean and Sam's father. However, he had died during a mission due to certain circumstances, leaving Jo less than friendly toward the brothers.
The group entered a storage room behind the tavern, filled with an array of firearms. It seemed to be a cache Ellen maintained for hunters needing weapons to kill monsters.
"Sorry, Ellen, but this is a serious matter. Can we have the room to ourselves?"
Seeing that Ellen had no intention of leaving, Alex couldn't help but speak up.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Ellen, but his origins were far too strange, and his objective—related to the rift in Heaven—was even more bizarre for ordinary hunters.
At this point, they hadn't yet encountered the existence of angels.
"Can I stay?" Jo asked eagerly, her eyes full of anticipation.
"Of course," Alex replied, blinking. He found Jo rather likable.
Ellen glared at Alex, then glanced at Dean and Sam, clearly signaling them to keep an eye on him. Dean responded with a grin.
With that, Ellen left the room and quietly shut the door.
"Alright, buddy. Whatever you're planning, the room is clear now. Let's get to the point—we've got more important things to do and don't want to waste time," Dean said as soon as the door closed.
"I know you're busy, but what I have to say is equally important. Trust me, if I had anyone else to turn to, I wouldn't be bothering you two," Alex replied, his expression turning serious.
"What I'm about to say next—don't freak out."
"We're hunters. We don't scare easily," Sam replied as he and Dean stood side by side, adopting a defensive stance.
"Go ahead," he added.
Seeing their readiness, Alex decided not to hold anything back. He began explaining his origins and shared a brief overview of the superhero universe he came from.
In other universes, Alex would never reveal so much about himself so directly. But here, hiding his identity didn't seem like a good idea.
After all, these two weren't idiots. If someone suddenly showed up claiming they were searching for Heaven, even hunters would assume that person was a delusional lunatic.
Alex chose to trust them because, even in this world, they weren't ordinary people.
The hunters who fought against various evil forces in the shadows of the "surface world" were, in a way, no different from the superheroes he'd encountered in other worlds.
So Alex laid it out for them. His goal was to travel to a universe corrupted by strange anomalies. To do so, he needed to find a rift to Heaven in this world.
"…So," Jo said, holding a glass in one hand and picking up a comic book in the other. Judging by the cover, it was X-Men #141, titled Days of Future Past.
"You're not a wizard, but a superhero from a comic book?"
"Ahahaha!"
The moment Jo finished speaking, Dean burst into laughter.
It was as if he'd never heard something so absurdly funny. He doubled over, slapping his thigh as he laughed uncontrollably.
"I'm not trying to deceive you, Jo. I really am—Dean, can you stop laughing? I'm not joking," Alex said, trying to explain to Jo, but Dean's laughter was starting to annoy him.
Hearing Alex's serious tone, Dean abruptly stopped laughing. His expression changed in an instant, becoming cold and serious as he stared at Alex.
"Listen, buddy. We're not here to be your entertainment. If you're high, I suggest you take it somewhere else. Don't waste our time—we've got more important things to do. Got it?"
"I'm not—"
Alex tried to explain, but Dean had clearly lost patience. Grabbing his beer bottle, he turned toward the door, ready to leave.
However, when Dean reached for the doorknob, he realized something was wrong. The knob wouldn't budge—there was no familiar sensation of it turning.
Refusing to believe it, Dean set his beer bottle on a nearby crate, gripped the doorknob with both hands, and began shaking it vigorously.
No matter how hard he tried, even with all his strength, the knob wouldn't move an inch.
It was only then that Dean realized something was seriously wrong. He turned sharply, his gaze scrutinizing Alex, confusion evident in his eyes.
"When Ellen closed the door, I sealed the room. I didn't want anything—or anyone—eavesdropping on our discussion," Alex explained casually, shrugging.
Sam glanced at Jo and noticed the excitement in her eyes. Then he turned to Dean, both of them now on high alert.
While Alex's words sounded like the ravings of a madman, his eerie display of supernatural power forced the brothers to take him seriously.
"So, Alex," Sam began cautiously, "just to confirm—you're saying you're from one of these comics?"
"In your world, it's just a comic. But how do you know that your world isn't someone else's comic in another universe?" Alex replied, smiling at Sam's probing tone.
"I can sense something strange in you, Sam—an unusual energy. Did the Yellow-Eyed Demon leave it inside you?"
"You know about that?!"
Dean couldn't hold back anymore.
He strode up to Alex, his urgency plain as he pressed him for answers.
"You know about Sam? You know what we're up against? Tell me—where is that yellow-eyed bastard?"
"I'll tell you, Soldier Boy. But first, you need to help me find the rift to Heaven," Alex said with a calm smile.
Dean slowly calmed himself, suppressing his excitement.
As unbelievable as it all seemed, it didn't matter to him. Anything related to his brother was important. Whether Alex was from a comic book world or not didn't concern him—as long as he could provide useful information, Dean was willing to play along.
"Alright," Dean said, nodding slowly, his agreement becoming more emphatic.
"Deal."
But then, almost immediately—
"Wait a minute!"
Dean frowned and pointed at Alex before looking at Sam and Jo.
"Did this guy just give me a nickname?"
Sam and Jo burst into laughter, unable to contain themselves.
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