MPHFPC Randomness

Supernatural and MPHFPC crossover

Millard only stood in silence for a while, loss for words. "Er...you're Beethoven?"

"Indeed. I would appreciate it if you'd stop staring at me like that."

He paused, then said jubilantly, "Oh my bird! Beethoven, it's you! I love your music!"

Beethoven took a bow. "Why thank you. What happens to be your name, lad?"

"Er...Millard Nullings, sir."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Nullings. May I come in?"

"Yes. Yes!" Millard stood aside to give Beethoven room. The three people in the living room stared at him in shock. They all expressed their surprise through "you're Beethoven?"s and awkward greetings. All four of them stared at each other in awkward silence, then Jacob cleared his throat.

"I don't mean to be rude but...what exactly are you here for?"

"Jacob," Millard scolded. Half-annoyed, half-jest. "This is one of the best composers of the 18th century. And he's alive, in our living room. Show some respect, for bird's sake."

His cheeks flushed red. "Sorry. I just thought..." He thought for a moment what he was going to say but forgot. "Nevermind."

"It's alright, Jacob. I suppose I would've acted a similar way in your shoes."

"I just can't believe it," Jacob mused. "Someone from the 18th century, standing in my living room, in the 21st century."

Beethoven had been standing, pondering Jacob's earlier question. He finally answered, "To answer your question, I've been feeling a bit...uninspired lately. I had been wandering around the streets of the modern world, my muse feeling depressed. I didn't know what to compose and all my innovations were scattered; my improvisations feeling dull and lifeless. I was half-delirious, mainly due to the modern world moving at such an unbelievably fast pace."

"I don't mean to interrupt your story," Millard interrupted, "but how were you able to travel to the modern world if you're from the late 18th century?"

"Fascinating question, indeed. I traveled out of a time loop."

"Hold on! You're peculiar?" Millard asked, slightly incredulous.

Beethoven's brooding face brightened into a smile. "Indeed, lad. My peculiarity is the ability to control the emotional state of a person by playing music. However, that depends on how I want the person to feel and the mood of the piece."

"That's quite nice. I would also like to ask a quick, yet tangential question: what happens to be your favorite musical pieces of the modern world?"

The composer paused in thought. "I'm not particularly fond of the music being played on the radios of the 21st century, but I enjoy a lot of 'metal' pieces. They can be very moving and emotional, indeed. Who knew I could fall in love with the sounds of electric guitars."

"Beethoven?" Jacob asked.

He turned to the boy. "Pardon, lad?"

"Does your peculiarity work on hollowgast?"

Beethoven's face brooded once again. "Hollowgast? Those filthy vermin." He considered. "I don't think I've tried my peculiarity on a hollowgast before."

"I can see them."

He stared at Jacob, eyebrows raised in surprise. "You can see them?"

"Yeah. And I can control them too."

Beethoven looked at him blankly for a moment, then leaned down and patted his head, smiling. "My boy, you are truly a special gift. May the gods bless you for all eternity."

Jacob blushed, smiling. "Uh...thanks. There's one in my house, by the way."

The composer shot his head around the room. "What? Hollow in your house? Where?"

"There's one right by me, but I have it under control, so it's cool."

"Ah. I see."

"Mr. Beethoven, sir?" Millard asked. Ludwig turned his attention to the invisible boy. "How come you're able to hear us when you're deaf?"

"Gut question. I was healed by the blessed ymbrynes. They gave me some sort of medicine that removed my deafness within a day."

"I applaud you."

Beethoven thanked him and turned to Jacob. "Now, I suppose you are currently needing me for something."

The boy paused, in thought. "I was thinking that since you can control people with music, can you play the piano for my pet hollow so that he can sleep for the rest of the day?

The composer brightened. "Why certainly!" He went to sit at Jacob's piano. "I've never played music for a hollowgast before, so I'm not quite sure this might work."

Everyone stared at the composer as his fingers played around the piano. Beethoven proceeded to perform the third movement of his own "Hammerklavier" piano sonata; a slow and somber piece of music, whose lulling effect seemed to work on the hollowgast. As the piece played, it purred before shutting its eyes, snoring softly. Jacob had been tousling the hollow's head while it drifted to sleep. Eventually, the boy also slept, with the hollowgast cradled in his arms.

The piece was at its halfway mark and Dean and Sam—who were confused to all hell during the conversation between Beethoven and the peculiars—got bored, which they took as their cue to leave.

They both stood up. Dean leaned down and ruffled Jacob's hair gently before turning to Millard. "See you later, kid," he said in a low voice, so as not to wake the hollowgast. He offered a fist bump, to which Millard was confused at first, then he complied. Sam also fist bumped Millard.

The two brothers walked to the front door, and before heading out, Dean turned back to Millard and said, "Stay in school and don't do drugs, alright?" That left Millard sitting by Jacob's side.

The piano stopped playing as Beethoven ended his piece. He turned to the peculiars, who were dozing off; Millard laid upon Jacob's hip. Beethoven only meant to make the cursed hollow sleep, but in doing so, he had inadvertently made the peculiar children drowsy. That must be the power of music, I suppose, he thought satisfyingly.

With his job officially fulfilled, he made his way out the house, making himself promise to come back anytime and possibly make acquaintances with the two boys.

***

"Now that was fucking weird," Dean said, as he was walking with Sam. The sky has yet to rain, but the clouds are a lot darker.

"Dude, I told you that was weird. Especially since goddamn Beethoven, himself, came to this kid's house."

Dean groaned. "Tell me about it."

"And you were over there telling me that wasn't the weirdest thing we've seen."

"Sam, just shut your damn mouth, already."

Sam laughed. "At least our job was easy this time. We didn't have to fight any monsters. Only have a composer randomly come by and make it sleep with music."

Dean looked at Sam and gave him a small smile. "You are right about that at least."

The two brothers continued their walk back to their home, pondering back over what had happened.