MPHFPC Randomness

Supernatural and MPHFPC crossover

This is another one of my older stories that I posted here. This time, it's a crossover. 

As they walked, presumably to Jacob Portman's house in his neighborhood, Sam Winchester pleasurably breathed in and out. Gray, gloomy clouds were the only thing that shrouded the sky. Light, yet threatening, wind occasionally brushed against them. There were very few birds outside in this weather, with only a couple of chirps every now and then. He turned to his brother, Dean. "Nice day out, isn't it, Dean?"

Dean gave Sam a look. "Nice day? It's about to rain hell, Sam."

Sam laughed and clapped his brother on the back affectionately. "I was just messing with you."

Dean grumbled.

"Oh!" He turned to Dean, curiously. "Remind me why we're going to some random kid's house again."

He chuckled. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?"

"I have. I'm just not getting how this kid has anything to do with the poltergeist activities around here."

"Well, clearly you haven't because these aren't poltergeists. You seriously think a poltergeist would make growling noises and throw people around the air?"

Sam thought for a moment. "That's likely. Poltergeists are very unpredictable."

He chuckled, once again, and clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Whatever, geek." He pointed to Portman's house. "Look who's here to see us." There were two children, sitting on the front porch, chatting with each other. One was a boy and had brown hair and the other had no visible head, or hands. Just floating clothing.

Sam stared blankly at them. "Weird kids."

"I've seen weirder." Dean pushed Sam to move. "C'mon." They walked in front of the two children, who stopped talking to look up at the two brothers. Dean held out his hand at the brown-haired boy named Jacob. "Nice to meet ya."

The boy didn't shake, looking curiously at him. "Uh...who are you?"

"The name's Dean." He brought an arm around his brother. "This is my younger brother Sam."

The boy studied them, then smirked. "If you're his"―he pointed at Sam—"older brother, how come you're shorter than him?"

For a brief moment, Dean wanted to smack the boy for even daring making that statement. "Wise guy, huh?"

He shrugged. "Guess so."

"Might as well take it like a man then."

The boy chuckled. Dean held out his hand again to him. "Shake on it?"

"Yeah. Why not?" He accepted Dean's handshake. "My name's Jacob, by the way. I assume you know that because you randomly came up to my house."

"And I'm Millard Nullings," the invisible boy chimed in, then gave a bow. He had a soft British accent. "At your service."

"How cute." Dean furrowed his brow in confusion. "Why're you invisible?"

"I was born this way. Actually, I wasn't. I slowly became invisible as I grew up." He paused, presumably narrowing his eyes at Dean. "Are you peculiars too?"

Dean was slightly taken aback. Peculiars? "No...? What even is a 'peculiar'?" he asked, mispronouncing the word.

Millard briefly explained to him what they were.

"Oh. So you're like those Marvel comics I read as a kid."

"I guess so," he said hesitantly, not knowing what Marvel even was.