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This Sure as Hell Never Happened on Scooby-Doo

While investigating a fairly routine haunting in a Michigan hotel, Sam and Dean come face to face with a creature unlike any they've faced before. [Takes place around mid season 1 for SPN, and at a non-specific point in the DP timeline]

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week, Day 7: Supernatural | Veil

First off, congrats to Supernatural for finally making the main prompt list after two years of being an honorable mention lol. I had a lot of trouble coming up with an idea for this one for some reason, so it ended up being kind of generic. This is, however, the first time I've ever written the Full Hazmat AU, which was pretty exciting.

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[Warning for minor violence, and references to suicide throughout]

As a general rule, hunters steered clear of Amity Park, although the reason why varied from one to another.

Some believed all the so-called supernatural occurrences there were just a hoax, like Bigfoot, so there was no point wasting valuable time and energy looking into them. Others swore up and down that, hoax or not, there was something about that town that made you see things. Impossible things. Things that made even the most experienced hunters pause. Some simply believed that Amity Park could take care of itself. Outside interference would only cause more problems than it would solve.

Then there were those who believed that Amity Park, that the very town itself, didn't want them there. That hunters were just not welcome.

The town was infamous in the hunter community. Grizzled, plaid-wearing men would talk about it at roadhouses and truck-stop diners. They'd warn other people away, tell them not to even drive through it on their way to somewhere else. There was nothing in that town worth dying for, and they took care of their own. Hunters weren't needed, they weren't wanted, and they'd just do better if they stayed away.

Every once in a while though, Amity Park's unique brand of freaky bled out of that isolated town. And when it did, then it became the hunters' problem. Unfortunately, more often than not, they wouldn't know it until it was too late.

Sam and Dean were investigating a supposedly haunted hotel. Staff and guests they'd spoken to had all reported blinking lights, cold spots, scratching in the walls. The staff seemed content to blame it on the owner's unwillingness to spend money to fix or update anything. The guests, on the other hand, not so much.

Those who stayed overnight reported horrible nightmares about bleeding out from their wrists. Some of them even claimed to have seen things, although they couldn't seem to agree on what they saw. A few saw a woman, covered in blood from slit writs, and crying, who vanished in the blink of an eye. But another claimed to have seen a small figure in a partially melted hazmat suit.

"Could there be more than one?" Sam asked when they'd returned to their own room in the hotel.

It was more expensive than the crappy motels they usually stayed it, but it was more convenient, and it gave them an excuse to wander around if they were actually staying there.

"Maybe, but... I don't know. If someone committed suicide in the hotel, it makes sense that their spirit would linger," Dean said. "I just can't think of any reason why there would be a ghost in a hazmat suit. Can you?"

"If the building used to be some kind of lab or research facility, it's possible," Sam said, "But this hotel was established back in the late thirties, and even if there was a research facility here before the hotel, the hazmat suit he described was much more modern than they would have worn back then."

Dean scoffed as he plopped down on his bed.

"Of course, leave it to my nerd brother to know what hazmat suits looked like in the thirties," Dean mocked. "Seriously though, that second ghost just doesn't make any kind of sense."

"We'll know more once we find info about anyone whose died in this hotel," Sam said. "This place has been in business for almost seventy years, I'm sure we'll have plenty to wade through."

"It could have been that guy was just making up a story," Dean said. "We've got three people claiming they saw a woman who disappeared, but only one mentioned the hazmat suit. Maybe he was messing with us."

"He seemed pretty shaken up about it," Sam said. "I didn't think he was lying."

"I didn't either, but...." Dean shook his head thoughtfully. "Something about that story just doesn't sit right. And you know what else? That redheaded girl who got all defensive when we started acting questions. Something doesn't sit right about her, either. She acted like she was responsible, or trying to protect the person who was. Except we already know this is a haunting. We know there's at least one ghost, so why did she act like that?"

"I don't know," Sam said. "Could be she was trying to hide something else."

"Maybe...."

"Come on," Sam said. "Let's start by combing through local death records at the library."

"You go ahead," Dean told him. "I wanna talk to that girl's parents, see if they know anything. I'm starting to think there might be more to this case than just a standard haunting."

"Fine. We'll meet back here later."

—

"So, what'd you find?" Dean asked when his brother got back to their room.

"Okay, so get this," Sam began. "There have been several deaths in this hotel. A couple of heart attacks, a couple of accidents. One guy fell out his window, which caused the hotel to seal all the windows on the upper floors shut so they couldn't be opened. There have also been three suicides since the hotel's founding.

"A World War 2 vet shot himself in the head in December of 1945, just a few months after the war ended; A girl OD'ed in 1963, leaving a note about how the state of the world had made her unwilling to live in it; and lastly, a woman in 1992 slit her wrists in room 201 after her husband divorced her, blaming her for the murder of their only son."

"Sounds like we've ID'ed our first ghost," Dean noted. "We got a name?"

"Jennifer Bishop," Sam said. "She was accused of murdering her son, but never convicted because they never actually found the body, only a whole lot of blood they identified with DNA testing. She defended her innocence until her death, but the police never actually investigated anyone else for her son's disappearance and presumed death. Once she offed herself, they just closed the case."

"Another gold standard of police incompetence," Dean said. "Did you find out where she was buried?"

"Her family was catholic, but since she committed suicide, they couldn't bury her in their family plot at their church. Instead, she was buried in a public cemetery, Lincoln Memorial Park... but it's in her hometown: Petoskey, Michigan. She was only here for the trial."

"Great, so we gotta drive all night to get to friggin' Petoskey," Dean moaned. "Awesome. This is why hotel ghosts suck. Did you find any leads on hazmat suit?"

"Nothing. What about you?" Sam asked. "Get anything useful interviewing that red-headed girl's parents?"

"Nah," Dean said, shaking his head. "Remember those hellhoundslair dorks?"

Sam nodded.

"That's what they were like," he continued. "Overenthusiastic, but incompetent. She probably realized we were asking about ghosts and was nervous they'd overhear. While I was talking to them she reminded them they'd promised not to hunt any ghosts while their family was on vacation. They didn't seem too happy about that, but they at least stopped insisting they'd help me 'catch that slippery specter', so that was something, I guess.

"I did learn she has a younger brother, though. I didn't get to talk to him, but when I was leaving, I overheard the two kids talking, and he said something like, 'there's not enough of her there to talk to', and 'there's not a whole lot left of her at all," Dean finished. "Not sure what that was all about, but it seemed like they were trying to keep it on the down-low, especially from their parents."

"You think it could be related?" Sam asked.

"As far as I know, the brother never promised not to hunt ghosts," Dean replied with a shrug. "That and a gut feeling are pretty much all I have to base it on, though."

"Well, we know who our suicide is, at least," Sam said. "One of us should go take care of Jennifer Bishop while the other stays here in case she starts causing anymore trouble, or in case the hazmat ghost shows up again, if its even real."

"Why don't you take the salt-and-burn this time," Dean suggested.

Sam froze and looked at his brother, completely shocked. "You... want me to take your car and drive two hundred miles away... by myself?"

"And if you bring her back with so much as a scratch on her, I'll make you wish you were never born," Dean said. "But I feel like there's something at this hotel that I'm missing, and I'm gonna stick around until I figure it out."

"It's really bugging you, huh?" Sam noted. "Alright, well... it's a three hour drive, so I'd better get going."

"Yeah, and don't forget to fill up the tank on your way back."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said as he walked out the door.

They'd already brought some weapons from the trunk into the hotel room, so Dean wouldn't be unarmed if he ran into one of the ghosts.

He did some quick math in his head. The ghost, or ghosts, probably wouldn't show up until it was night. Sam had a six-hour round trip, plus a good hour to dig up old Jennifer, probably longer, since he wouldn't have help. It was early afternoon now. 1:18 pm, a glance at the clock told him, so he could expect Sam back around nine-ish, give or take an hour. Sunset was around seven.

Jennifer would be gone well before nightfall... but that other ghost... if it even existed, they didn't have a single lead on it.

Dean headed down to the lobby.

He'd noticed them yesterday, a group of older ladies with a basket of yarn in the middle of them, chatting up a storm. He and Sam hadn't spoken to them yesterday, but now that Sam was gone, it was time for Dean to dial up a very particular type of charm that Sam would tease him for mercilessly if he ever saw it. He stood nearby, waiting for his moment.

"I swear," one lady said. "I turned up my thermostat four times last night. I had it cranked all the way up to ninety, and I could hear the radiator groaning like anything, but my room was still freezing."

"Did you phone the concierge?" another lady said.

"I tried, but they just apologized and said it's an old hotel," replied the first. "Didn't even offer to send a handyman, or move me to a different room or anything. Anyway, that's why started coming down here during the day. I just can't stand it."

That was his chance. "You too?" he asked her. "Which room are you in?"

"I'm in 201, why?"

Bingo. 201. The same room as their suicide victim.

"Well, it got to a point where I got my tools outta my car and just fixed the darn radiator myself," Dean lied. "I could take a look at yours too, if you'd like."

"Would you?" she asked, sounding beyond relieved. "Oh, thank you so much. It's gotten so bad I can hardly sleep at night, so that would be a real godsend if you would do that. You're such a lamb."

"Oh, it's no problem, ma'am," Dean said, taking an empty seat nearby. "The name's Dean, by the way."

"I'm Millie," the woman said. "And these are my friends, Cathy and Debbie. We're in town for a big doll convention. We're collectors, you know. And Debbie even makes dolls herself out of felt."

"I do, and I've gotten pretty damn good at it, if I say so myself," Debbie said. "I even made a felt baby doll for my granddaughter's birthday a few months back and she was over the moon."

Upon closer inspection, all three of the ladies seemed to be knitting or crocheting very small clothes, presumably for dolls. Hopefully he could redirect the topic of conversation back to ghosts soon, because Dean didn't know Jack about dolls.

"What about you?" asked the third woman, Cathy. "What brings you to Lansing? I assume you don't live here, or you wouldn't be staying at a hotel."

"I'm here on business," he replied, silently thanking god that she'd changed the topic for him.

"What kind of business?" Millie asked. "You said you can fix a radiator, are you some kind of technician, or construction worker?"

"Actually... I'm a private investigator," he lied.

"Oooh, exciting!" Cathy said. "What are you investigating?"

"I'm afraid I can't share the details... but maybe you ladies could help me," he said. "Have any of you seen anything strange while you've been staying here?"

"I saw a man dancing near the park who could clasp his hands behind his back and pull them all the way in front of him," Debbie said. "That was pretty strange. I gave him a dollar."

"I was thinking more like in the hotel," Dean said. "Maybe like... a figure in a hazmat suit?"

Millie gasped, and Dean fixed his gaze on her.

"You have?"

"Well... you see, I have sleep paralysis," she said. "Last night, I had only managed to fall asleep for an hour or two because it was so cold, but then I woke up in the middle of the night because my room suddenly got even colder, but I couldn't move, of course. It takes me a while to be able to move after I wake up.

"And then I saw, like you said, someone wearing a hazmat suit, a black one with white gloves. They were small, like they weren't fully grown, and they were glowing," Millie explained. "Their suit was damaged, partly melted, it looked like. I'd never seen something like that before, but I just figured it had to be a sleep paralysis hallucination, and maybe it partly was, but do you think it could have been real? That someone broke into my room last night?"

"How frightening," Debbie said with a shiver.

"Maybe," Dean said. "Maybe not. I'm not really sure yet." He paused, consideringly. That was two people now who saw the hazmat suit, and this one saw it in the same room where the other ghost had died. "Did it say anything to you? Or do anything that you saw?"

"I couldn't really turn my head, but they seemed like they were looking for something, didn't seem to find it though. Nothing was missing from my room when I finally got up, at least," Millie said. "They didn't say anything, and only looked at me for a moment. Oh! But they might've been muttering something. Not sure what it was, though."

"Thanks, that's a lot of help," Dean said. "If you think of anything else, let me know?"

"Do you think I'm in danger?" Millie asked. "Should I request a room change after all?"

"If that would make you feel safer," Dean said. "I'm not sure it's as cut and dry as a break-in... but maybe you should just stay in one of your friend's rooms for a night."

"You can stay in my room tonight, Millie," Cathy volunteered.

He stayed for a little while, chatting with them. It wasn't something he wanted getting out, but old ladies always loved him for some reason. He even managed to get Cathy's key-lime pie recipe, which the other two swore up and down was absolutely to die for. Who knew when the next time he'd have a kitchen to try it out would be, but he'd make sure to write it down next chance he got, just in case.

It wasn't until he saw that red-haired teenage girl and a short, black-haired boy who was presumably her brother walk through the lobby that he excused himself to follow after them, claiming they were persons of interest in his case.

"If you didn't find anything, how did you even know it was the right room?" the sister was asking when Dean got close enough to hear.

He was trying hard not to be noticed while he tailed them, but as quietly as they were talking, he had to stick closer than he would have liked.

"That was where her presence was the strongest," the brother answered. "I just don't know how I'm supposed to help her when she's not strong enough to speak, and we're leaving tomorrow, so tonight is my last chance."

Could he be a psychic of some kind? Maybe a medium?

He turned around abruptly, and Dean barely had time to make it look like he was examining a shop's window display of... glass baubles and nick-knacks. Oh, yeah, he definitely seemed like the type to be interested in those. Hopefully they wouldn't question it.

"Is he staying at our hotel?" the brother whispered.

"Yeah," the sister confirmed, "and he was asking about cold spots and flickering lights, too. You think he knows something?"

"I think I'd rather stay away from him," replied the brother. "He could be the dangerous type."

After that, it seemed like the kids were deliberately trying to shake him, and it wasn't long before they did, almost as if they'd simply vanished into thin air.

Dean gave up searching and returned to the hotel. He found Millie in the lobby and asked if she'd let him into her room to fix the radiator, even brought the few tools that he'd had in his room to make the story more convincing.

"Even if you don't stay in here tonight, I figure I can at least do the hotel a favor," he said.

"Well, I'll leave you to it," she said. "Don't you go snooping around in my underwear drawer," she teased, and he laughed along with her until she closed the door behind her and headed back downstairs to her knitting.

Any evidence that there had been a suicide in this room had been long since erased. It was cold, just as Millie said it was, but there didn't appear to be any problem with the radiator. One of the tools he'd brought along was an iron crowbar, and he gripped it tightly.

"Jennifer, you in here?" he called out.

The time was 5:06, meaning Sam was probably digging up her grave right now.

He got no response.

"Jennifer?" he called again. "Jennifer Bishop?"

Nothing.... he was pretty sure that kid had been saying she wasn't a very powerful ghost, maybe that was why she hadn't done much. She hadn't actually killed or even hurt anyone beyond a couple of nightmares and a cold room. Maybe she couldn't show herself during the day.

The Winchester brothers had only stopped here because they happened to be so close by when Sam read an article that claimed guests at this hotel had seen apparitions, and experienced horrible nightmares about a woman slitting their wrists. But the nightmares weren't actually killing anybody. Normally, they wouldn't have even bothered, but they were only a few miles away, and nothing else was close by.

Dean opened his mouth to call out one more time, but before he could, there was a flash of light and a distant-sounding screen, and he watched as the ghost of Jennifer Bishop appeared and almost instantaneously disappeared.

One down. One to go.

And wow was this room suddenly sweltering. Millie wasn't kidding about turning her thermostat up to ninety. Dean adjusted it to a much more reasonable 74°F, and left to go tell Millie he'd fixed her radiator.

After she was done thanking him, he headed up to his room and called Sam.

"Dean?" Sam said. "I took care of Jennifer Bishop."

"I know, I saw her burn up," Dean replied. "Nicely done. Anyway, I got some new info about our second ghost."

"Yeah? Let's hear it."

"The lady staying in the room where Jennifer offed herself said she saw a glowing figure in a hazmat suit in her room, thought it was a sleep paralysis thing until I brought it up. She said it seemed like it was looking for something, but it didn't seem to find anything."

"So we have a second witness for our hazmat ghost," Sam said. "And the description lined up?"

"Exactly," Dean confirmed. "I also have a new theory about those siblings, the red-headed girl and her brother. I think the brother might be a psychic, and was looking for a way to help Jennifer pass on peacefully, except she wasn't a strong enough spirit for him to connect with. Not sure how or even if this ties into the hazmat ghost at all."

"Still no clues about who it could be?" Sam asked.

"Nada," Dean said. "I did confirm that there was no lab or any kind of scientific facility at this site before the hotel was built. According to the hotel manager, before it was a hotel, it was a movie theater that went out of business during the great depression and got torn down, and before that, it was live-theater, but I'm pretty sure that was before hazmat suits were even invented. Before that, nothing. Just an empty lot."

"So maybe we're looking for someone who died somewhere else and their spirit was brought to the hotel connected to a cursed object," Sam suggested. "Have you seen anything in the hotel that looks like it might have come from a lab? Or belong to some kind of scientist?"

"If it was something that belonged to them, then it could be anything," Dean pointed out in exasperation. "A chair, or a painting, or a vase? I'm not gonna be able to find it unless I know what it is."

"You'd better start looking into any deaths in the area that might have been related to radioactive materials then," Sam said. "Any kind of death that might have occurred while the deceased was wearing a hazmat suit."

"Yeah, something that would have burned right through it," Dean said. "According to our descriptions, the suit is partially melted."

"You got this Dean?" I still have two and a half hours of driving to go.

"Yeah, I got it," Dean replied.

He did not got it. He got nothing. He stayed at the library until it closed at eight and didn't find a single death that fit the description. He got back to the hotel around the same time Sam did.

"Did you fill the tank?" he asked immediately.

"Yes, Dean, I filled the tank," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "Did you identify our hazmat?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't find squat. It's like this ghost is..."

"A ghost?" Sam finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

Dean scowled. That had been what he was about to say, but he knew it sounded stupid, that's why he'd stopped.

"Yeah."

Sam shook his head as they went back up to their room.

—

The brothers were still puzzling out what to do about their second ghost, Dean cleaning his guns while Sam poured over their dad's journal, when they heard a muffled gasp from above them. Floating there on the ceiling was a figure in a hazmat suit, its faint glow barely visible in the light of the room.

For an instant, none of them moved. Then, acting quickly, Dean grabbed the crowbar that was next to him on the bed and flung it at the figure on the ceiling.

Rather than passing right through, causing the hazmat ghost to dissipate, the crowbar made contact with a clang, hitting it right on the head and knocking it to the floor between the two beds.

"Quick, salt, Sammy!" Dean shouted, rather than gape at the seemingly unconscious 'ghost' on their floor.

He tried to grab the hazmat-wearing figure, and to his surprise, it worked. He dragged it into the armchair in their room while Sam laid a ring of salt around it.

"Do you actually think this'll work, Dean?" Sam asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem like any ghost I've ever seen. Iron is supposed to repel ghosts, not actually hit them. I'm pretty sure this is something else."

"Iron hurt it—"

"Being hit in the head with a crowbar hurt it," Sam pointed out. "Based on that, it could be human for all we know."

"It was on the ceiling, Sam," Dean said flatly, grabbing the iron chains from under the bed and wrapping them around their captive. "And this don't look like Spider-Man to me."

"Well it doesn't look like a ghost, either," Sam insisted.

"So, what, you think this is some kind of Scooby-Doo situation?" Dean asked. "We'll pull off the mask and it turns out it's just some shady real-estate developer who wanted to get the hotel closed down so they could turn it into a theme park? Let's try it then."

Dean grabbed the hood of the hazmat suit and tore it off.

They both gasped at what they saw.

Whoever it was, he looked young, maybe 13 or 14. His hair was as white as sheet and floated on an imaginary breeze. His face was dark. Lightning-bolt scars criss-crossed it all the way down to the neck until they disappeared under the suit's collar. His skin appeared to be badly burned, flaking off in ashes which vanished before they hit the ground.

He groaned as he started to come back to consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, they were a solid, eerie green, glowing so brightly they almost hurt to look at, even in the well-lit room.

"Still think he's human?" Dean asked quietly.

Sam shook his head, wide-eyed and dumbstruck.

"This sure as hell never happened on Scooby-Doo."

"Ugh," the mysterious boy groaned again, blinking and shaking his head like he was trying to get his bearings. "Did you seriously throw a crowbar at my head?" he demanded after a moment. "What the hell, dude?!"

"What are you?" Sam demanded. "A demon?"

"I'm a ghost, what the hell does it look like?" the boy replied.

"You don't look like any ghost we've ever seen," Dean said.

"Let me guess, you're more used to shades like the other ghost that was floating around this hotel, right?" the kid guessed. "She seems to have left the building though. You two got any idea why?"

"We took care of her," Dean replied. "Sam dug her up and salted and burned her bones. And if you really are a ghost, then we can do the same to you."

"You... you straight up ended her?" he asked. "Just like that? You didn't even give her the chance to move on? Ancients, what the hell!"

"She had the chance to move on when she died, and she didn't take it," Dean said. "Instead she terrorized people, so we showed up to stop her."

"She gave a few people nightmares! Everyone has nightmares sometimes! You didn't have to destroy her!"

"What's it to you, did you know her?" Sam asked. "She a friend of yours?"

"Well... no, but I was trying to?" the boy replied. "She was too weak to capture, and I didn't want to destroy her by trying to fight, so I was trying to learn more about her and help her move on."

"If you're a ghost, why don't you move on?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, what's keeping you around?" Dean echoed the sentiment more harshly.

"The same thing preventing you from salting and burning my bones," came the reply. The so-called ghost did not elaborate.

"And what would that be?" Dean finally asked.

"I guess you could say I'm not dead enough yet."

"So you're not a ghost, then," Sam said.

"I am," said the boy. "I'm not a shade, like that woman you ended. I'm what a ghost is like when we actually have enough power to be a whole person and not just a shadow of our former self. I'm a ghost like you've never encountered before."

"Whatever you are, we're gonna get rid of you," Dean jeered.

"Why?" asked the boy. "I haven't hurt anyone. All I did was try to help another ghost pass peacefully through the veil. Don't you hunters have any sort of moral code?"

"So, what?" Sam asked. "You're proposing we just let you go?"

"Fat chance," Dean scoffed.

"Not exactly," the ghost replied with a smirk. "More like I'm telling you not to feel to guilty when I escape." Then the ghost stood up, iron chains falling right off him. "Iron is more difficult to pass through without destabilizing, but not too much of a challenge for ghosts like me. Sorry, but this will be the last time we see each other."

With that, he pulled his hood back on, obscuring his face once more, so the only thing visible was the glow of his eyes behind the black lenses of his mask. Then he flew right up through the ceiling.

The Winchesters tried to find him. They searched the hotel top to bottom, probably looking half-mad, but he was gone. He'd simply vanished without a trace. And they never did see him again.

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this-is-z-art-blog · 6 months

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[ID: digital drawing of Sam and Dean Winchester confronting Danny Phantom in a dim, empty room. Danny is tied to a chair within a ring of salt, with a scattering of small wounds on his jumpsuit leaking ectoplasm. Both Winchesters are holding shotguns, Dean's pointed at the ground but held ready, Sam's more loosely in his hand, and Sam is looking at Danny thoughtfully. Danny's ghostly glow is giving the men a green cast. Dean is pointing accusatorily at Danny with his other hand, expression suspicious as he says, "I'm only gonna ask this once: whose meatsuit are you wearing?" Danny is wincing hard as he replies in a panic, "Nobody's! Mine!"]

Ectoberweek 2023 - Possession

From @anthropwashere's story Salt and Iron

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gildedphoenix · 7 months

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SuperPhantom - White Crow

Posting this now because I'm not sure I'll ever finish it. Feel free to contribute.

White Crow SuperPhantom (965 words)

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Dean answered his ringing flip phone. And NO Sam, he doesn't need a smart phone. The battery on this thing lasts 5 days and it survives being in Dean's pocket when he's thrown against a wall by the bad guy of the week.

"Hi Bobby. Whatcha got for us?"

"I hope you've got gas in the take because this one is going to be a bit of a chase." Bobby opened. "I've got reports coming in from all over about a white crow being linked to dozens of deaths. None of the hunters who've looked into it so far have been able to track the creature or find any connections between the victims. The issue is that some of the crimes aren't fresh. The last victim, a Tim Stillion, had been dead for weeks. Can't figure out the cause because the animals had been at his body. And unless this bird can teleport, he was on the other side the country when Stillion was kill't."

Sam, who was already clickity clacking on his laptop, spoke up. "It sounds like the crow isn't a portent of death then, but just a reporter. But how is it finding the bodies?"

"Yeah," Bobby drawled "I figured you'd come to that conclusion. That's why I called you boys. Every other hunter is out here trying to end this bird when it's solved more cold cases then all of them combined. Bunch of idgits."

Dean grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and started towards the garage. "So where are we headed Bobby? Any word on the last sighting?"

"Last couple time it was seen, it was around central Illinois."

"Let's roll"

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Sam Manson revved her vespa and continued chasing the white crow down ST-54. They'd been at this for weeks now. And despite it all, Sam was just happy that she'd found Danny at all.

/three weeks ago/

Danny had a tendency to drop whatever he was holding if he got summoned but for once, he kept hold of his cell phone. So when he ended up disappearing in the middle of a Doom speed run, Tucker was able to track him down. And after a few minutes (and way too few reasonable security measures) Sam and Tucker were able to watch a live stream from a web connected Nanny cam. The room was all white, leather couches pushed back against the walls. Marble and brass coffee table set with white taper candles. Starbucks cups sitting on the ledge of the kitchen counter. And in the middle of the room, Phantom. Desperately trying to convince 6 PTA, HOA, Basic Witches that he was indeed the Ghost King that they were trying to summon.

"There's no way!" leopard print blouse said. "You look like one of my son's friends."

A woman in a white gauze blouse and white wash jeans stepped forward. It must be her house, because she matched the decor. "How did you highjack the summoning?!" It was the same tone every teen has heard from their parents. The tone that said they'd already decided what had happened and were just waiting for you to admit fault.

"Hey, you summoned me. What did you even want, anyway? Pumpkin spice to be available year round? For the grocery store to accept your expired coupons? How about-"

"Now you listen to me young man," A third woman, dressed in sunny yellow and a high pony tail that did nothing to help her look younger. "You need to learn manners and your parents clearly didn't care to teach you"

("Ouch" danny mumbled, "accurate, but ouch" )

Yellow started chanting and the others quickly caught on and joined in. Danny, realizing that he was running out of time to gas light, gatekeep, or girlboss his way out of a solution, tried the old reliable Plan Z. Run away.

So he turned ghostly tail to the nearest window and - BONK! - was stopped by the shielding on the summoning circle. Which was a first. People usually forgot about that. Danny was now both impressed and worried as be felt both pressure and dread building around him as the chanting volume and speed.

Danny clutched his head as the pressure grew to a screeching point until everything released with a pop. The pressure was gone. The chanting was gone. Danny felt lighter, which was saying something given how gravity was typically just a suggestion while he was in ghost mode. Opening his eyes -and when had he closed them? - he noticed one more difference. Everyone had gotten bigger. And the furniture had gotten bigger. And the room had gotten…. uh oh. He had gotten smaller.

Danny was trying to orient himself and identify where an deep thudding was coming from when he was hit from the side. Foot steps. That's what the thudding was. They were just drastically louder when he was only tall enough to stare people in the shins. And the sidelong assault? A broom. Which connected a second time before he thought to go intangible. (Why did he always forget intangibility?)

The woman in white had gotten a broom and was swatting him towards the open patio door, her strappy white sandals stopping behind him and he frantically tried to coordinate his limbs in that same direction. His limbs did not want to coordinate but he eventually got himself out the door and the broom stopped swatting at him.

Once he cleared the threshold, the door rolled closed with a slam and the lock snicked shut.

"And don't come back unless you've learned respect!" was shouted at him from a nearby window before it, too was slammed shut.

Looking back into the house, he was met by his own reflection in the sliding glass door. "SQUAAAAAAK!"

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In which Danny and Sam are traveling the US 90's road trip style to absorb the ecto of recent (or semi-recent) murders so Danny can get enough power to break the spell and transform back. The general hunter community is chasing a white crow and a witch to stop them from committing all these murders. And Sam and Dean and Bobby are trying to just figure out what's going on.

#superphantom #danny phantom #Crow!Danny #White Crow!Danny #ghost king danny #ectoberhaunt23 #eh23 #Day 3 #EH magic #White Crow #No beta we die like Dean #No beta we die like danny

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kettlefire · 1 year

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SuperPhantom!

(Written while high and half asleep)

"Excuse me?"

Danny shouldn't have said anything, like he really really shouldn't have. But he's at work, and this two hunters are poorly trying to discuss a case without him catching on.

Worse of all, they have their information completely wrong. Seriously, who thinks Shades are ever the real danger?

"I said you guys are looking at the wrong creature." Danny shrugged, standing at the edge of their both. The two hunters were clearly bigger than him, and maybe he was a little worried that he might garner unwanted attention.

But he couldn't let them just harm the poor things.

"We don't know what you're talking about."

Okay, the shorter one definitely has an anger problem. It's fine, Danny's dealt with Argon he can deal with this jackass. The taller one, actually seemed like he wanted to listen to what Danny had to say.

"If you want to waste you're time exterminating all the harmless Shades in the haunt, by all means go for it." Danny bit back, rolling his eyes at the glare he received. "I just figured you'd like to know that Shades' aren't strong enough to affect electricity, let alone kill someone."

Danny paused, glancing over his shoulder as his manager called his name. Right, he was at work, he can't spent all his time educate the two idiots on ghost kind.

"Well I have a job to get to so just, just... next time you talk about a hunt in public, try to be a little more discrete."

The looks and whispers he saw for the rest of his shift made him kind of regret speaking up, keyword being kind of. Danny's made quiet a good connection with every Shade he's come in contact with.

He'd be one lousy Ghost King if he just let people end Shades left and right.

He figured he was free from the scrutiny when the men paid their check and left. He watched the old car pull out of the parking lot, figured he managed to lose their interest.

That was until he was closing up the diner, and was ready to head home. Which is what he wanted to do, planned to do. Until he turned around from locking the door.

The old car sat in the empty parking lot, men standing outside of it, no doubt waiting for him.

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superphantom · 1 year

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#supernatural #danny phantom #superphantom #danny fenton #sam winchester #castiel #superphantom fanfiction #this has been in my drafts for so long.#the other possible line wouldve been danny shooting the brothers a ‘wtf this is the friend youve been talking about?’ look and one of them #responding ‘that means he likes you’

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theaxolotlkween · 8 months

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I finally updated my Supernatural and Danny Phantom crossover.

Summary:

Danny has been on the run for several days after an incident with his godfather forced him to escape from Wisconsin. He doesn't expect for a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala to pull over or the hunters driving it to rescue him and basically adopt him.

#danny phantom #supernatural #superphantom #danny phantom fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #danny fenton #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #trans danny phantom #dean x castiel #destiel #vlad plasmius #theaxolotlwrites

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wolfeyedwitch · 7 months

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*slams door open*

Superphantom thought for my (suspiciously dusty and untouched for far too long) superphantom fic.

Dragons, right? Yes. Dragons. Supernatural has dragons. And they do the shape-shifting thing!

Danny phantom has dragons! And they do the shape-shifting thing! Matchy-matchy!

(Is this perfect? No. DP dragons use an amulet to change. Spn dragons don't. But details, details!)

#danny phantom #supernatural #superphantom #crossover #hunters and halfas #hunters and halfas worldbuilding #i have weird thoughts when trying not to vomit from the after-effects of my botox injections

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sapphireswimming · 7 months

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Well I discovered Fanlore this week haha and there are now pages for:

As well as a bunch of newly listed phandom events on the Danny Phantom page that could use pages of their own

Please continue editing and adding to them! Particularly links to additional fanworks!!

#danny phantom #phandom #superphantom #fanlore #ss

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ghostly-penumbra · 1 year

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Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Two: The Friend of a Friend

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Ao3

Summary: Dean wants his brother's soul back. Danny is ready to help.

Warnings: Some blood and the aftermat of a fight.

- - -

Dean left the shitty store and Doc. Roberts’ shitty ‘office’, standing in the middle of the convenience store that served as a front for the doctor’s more arcane business. “This better work.” He said to himself. “Messorum evoco qui me titigit.”

“Dean? What the Hell?”

Dean turned around, meeting his reaper once again after all these years. “What do you know? It worked.” She seemed to remember him well, if her choice to go with her human-looking shape rather than her ‘spooky bed sheet ghost’ attire was any indication.

“I was in Sudan!” Tessa exclaimed. “What’s with yanking me ov-” She stopped, actually seeing his current state, “wait, why are you dead?”

Finally! To the point. “Tessa, I need a favor.”

“Oh, you’re kidding. You died to ask me-”

“Tell your boss I need to talk to him.” The hunter hastily interrupted. Only three minutes.

“No.” Tessa said immediately.

“Please?”

“Where do you get the nerve?”

“Desperate times.” That was as simple as he could say it, since he didn’t consider the bread aisle next to the rotisserie chicken to be the perfect place to talk about it.

“He calls for us.” The reaper finally explained. “We don’t call him.”

“You make an exception!” Dean snapped, his patience was wearing thin.

“I can’t!” But even a reaper had limitations. There were rules they were bound to.

“Can’t or won’t?!”

“Both!”

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt, but you’re Tessa and Dean, right?” A lanky guy that almost looked like Tessa’s little brother interrupted and- wait, was he actually her Reaper lil’ bro or something? To be here with them in Limbo…

“Danny?” Was what she said instead, gobsmacked. “I mean, sir-”

“Danny is okay, really.” The guy said, putting up both hands in front of himself, as a placating gesture and to fend off the formality. “Anyway, Death sent me.” That caught Dean’s attention. “I’ll take it from here.” Danny told her kindly. “You can go back to work, don’t worry.”

Tessa looked back at Dean, lips pursed and finally nodded. “Behave.” She warned the hunter one last time before disappearing.

“So, who the fuck are you?” Dean demanded from the new guy. “Can you actually do something or do I have to ask for the big boss again?”

“Woah, calm down, man. I just got here. My names Danny, by the way. Death’s busy so she delegated to me. What do you need?”

Ignoring the odd pronoun, Dean went right back to the chase. “My brother’s soul is in Hell, in the Cage! While his body is up here being a fucking psychopath!” He was breathing hard, closing his hands into fists and then opening them again. “He’s down there being tortured by Lucifer and Michael and I… I can’t leave him there.” He looked up to meet Danny’s eyes.

Had they been green a minute ago?

“Where is his body?” He said with a chilling intensity.

“Why-”

“You said his body is up and about, I need you to keep it in one place. I don’t know how long it’ll take me, but I need you to keep his body in one place: where?”

“… Singer Savage, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.”

Danny nodded. “Go there, lock up your brother’s body and wait for me.” He commanded firmly. “Understood?”

At Dean’s nod, Danny put a hand on the hunter’s chest and-

-Dean came back with a deep gasp, as his lungs tried to compensate for the time his body had been starved of breath.

“I have to go.” He sat up shakily, just in time to avoid a shot of adrenaline. “I need to-”

“Aw, this was the best part.” The goth chick next to him grumbled, syringe still in hand.

“Oh, boy, you’re alright! How did it go?” Doctor Roberts asked him, and Dean felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“It was- great. Awesome. And I have- I need to go back to Bobby.” He made for the door, but Roberts put both hands on his shoulders and sat him back down.

“Dean, you are in no state to drive. You just came back from the dead, you need to recover.” He said, handing him a glass of water of dubious origin.

“No! What I need to do is go back with Bobby and keep Sam in one piece- place, and quickly. Danny said-”

“Alright, big boy.” The assistant drawled, smirking. “No need to throw a tantrum. I can drive you there.”

Dean seriously considered saying Cristo right then, because the smile Eva gave him was nothing short of devilish.

- - -

Dean stumbled into Singer Savage, thankful he had left his baby back here, otherwise he feared Eva would demand to drive herself back. That girl really was hell in four wheels.

“Bobby!” He called, entering the old house and looking for the old man. “Where is Sam?!

“Over here, boy.”

As he walked towards the voice, he noticed the disarray the place was in, with broken furniture and stuff thrown around all over the place.

He found Bobby sitting in front of a big metal door nursing his flask close to his chest.

“What happened here?” He asked in concern.

“Your baby brother is what happened.” Bobby said, pointing at the door with his thumb and taking a swing from his flask in his other hand. “Fuckin’ tried to kill me and failed!” He told him, with the last bit thrown over his shoulder towards Sam’s cell.

“So he’s there? He’s trapped?” Dean looked through the small window, finding a dirty and bloodied Sam sitting on the floor glaring daggers at him with heartless –soulless– eyes.

“As well as ‘can be since we don’t have a human-trapping circle yet. You know, other than walls.” Bobby extended his hand and Dean took it, helping the older hunter stand up. “Did you make it? You got the deal?”

“Yeah, I- I got the deal.” He put a hand in his pocket where the ring-

The ring wasn’t there.

Had the kid taken it while Dean didn’t notice? How could Dean not notice? Had he tricked him into believing he would save his little brother so Dean would back off?

A lump formed in his throat and his knees trembled. Had he damned Sammy?

“Move over!”

It happened in a flash. One second he was questioning all his actions that led up to this moment and the next his life of obeying his father was kicking in and he instinctually followed the order.

The next moment, both he and Bobby had a lot to process.

Not just because a glowing, white haired kid with a bruised face caked with a green substance had just passed through the steel door dragging an equally bruised, equally glowing Sammy, but also because he had left another person behind, laid on the floor just as bloody and bruised but not glowing like them.

“What the hell was that?!” Bobby voiced their thoughts.

“Adam?” Dean knelt next to the still form of his half-brother. The surprise and confusion were clear in his voice, not only for the fact that Adam was there but for his current condition. Was he actually alive? Was this his dead body and had his soul already left?

A blood-curdling scream tore Dean away and back towards the door, where he only caught a flash of bright light through the small window before he could finally find both Sammy and Danny thrown on the floor, unconscious.

Bobby turned to Dean, confused, “Son, you better start doin’ some explaining.”

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“So, this half dead thing, how does it work?” Bobby asked Danny, handing him another ice-pack, this one going to his split lip.

“Usually better than this.” The young man replied with a grimace. Young man. An adult again, while his other half had been just a boy. “Usually I heal kinda fast, but I don’t think that’ll be the case this time.”

“Because you took on two archangels.”

Danny almost doubled over laughing, but his cracked ribs and Bobby’s firm hand on his good shoulder stopped him from causing himself more damage.

“Easy, boy.”

“Sorry, it’s just- I didn’t ‘take on’ two archangels. I didn’t even face them! I just, got in while they were at each other’s throats, distracted, snatched up the guys, and turned tail as fast as I could when they noticed.

“If I had actually tried to fight them, none of us would have gotten out.” His face had sobered, looking at his bandaged hand.

Who had he been holding with that hand? Would it had been Adam or Sam who got dragged back to Hell? Bobby shuddered to think that. These boys deserved to be finally free.

Speaking of which…

“But you still went to the end of Hell and back to get ‘em back. And I owe you for that. Thank you.”

The boy blushed and ducked his head, shrugging. “It had to be done.”

“No, don’t.” The weathered hunter gripped Danny’s shoulder more firmly, but still mindful of his injury. “Don’t undermine what you did, kid. You saved these boys. So, again, thank you.”

Ha had saved Sam’s soul, and if his soulless body’s previous attempt at patricide showed something, it was that Sam saw Bobby as a father as much as Bobby saw him as a son.

And maybe he hadn’t raised Adam like he had his boys, but he still was so young, with a whole life ahead of himself. He would have to come to terms with his mother’s loss and the years he’d missed but if he had that Winchester stubbornness in him he would be okay. Eventually.

“If there is anything I can do…” Bobby offered again.

“Uh, actually…” Danny’s sheepishness turned into outright embarrassment. “I could really do with a ride home. My friends and sister are at college and I really don’t trust my parents’ driving.”

Bobby huffed out a laugh. Of all things he could have asked…

“Sure thing, kid. Do ya mind if I call someone to pick you up? I gotta fix this place, and I really wanna keep an eye on these boys.”

“No prob’, sir, just, generally speaking, if we could keep the ‘half ghost’ thing between the people here, y’know, don’t let word get out, that would be great.”

“Understood.”

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Sam and Adam were still out cold, but alive. Dean had wanted to stay by their bedside, but Bobby left no room for arguing in that he had to thank Danny before he left for home. Home, which was his parents’ house in Illinois, when he wasn’t at college.

Was he seriously just some guy? Part-timing as a reaper… ghost… friend of Death of all beings.

Said guy was currently resting against Garth’s truck, eyes closed and face tilted upwards just basking in the sunlight after having gone to the depths of Hell and back. Because Dean had asked.

Yeah, he should thank him face to face.

“Hey.” He called out as he approached.

Danny looked back down and Dean finally got to see his busted lip and split eyebrow, which had been easier to ignore than the arm in a cast, but harder than the bad posture hiding his broken and bandaged ribs.

“Hey, man.” He said with a weak grin. “Ready to move on, huh?”

“Yeah, I already called my parents, told them I’ll be visiting… I didn’t tell them it’s gonna be a recovery visit, though, or they would have insisted in driving here.” Danny said with a grimace. “I’m just waiting for your friend Garth to finish talking with Mister Singer, and then we��ll go.”

Dean nodded along but on the inside he steeled himself, cowboyed up, and began, “Hey, listen, about Death’s ring, I know you already took it but-”

“I didn’t take anything.” Danny said calmly making the hunter pause. His expression was knowing and serene. “If you had something of Death’s that she wanted back, there was nothing you could’ve done to keep her from getting it back. Death is everywhere and you can’t escape her forever.” He said it so matter-of-fact and with such acceptance that it rankled Dean, who had already died and come back as well.

“Ok, well, then you still went to Hell and saved my brothers, and I know you told Bobby we owed you nothing and only want a ride home but-”

“Mister Singer owes me nothing, but you do.” The halfa interrupted him again, leaving Dean flabbergasted.

Was he really saying…? Well, it’s not like Dean wasn’t in the middle of offering anyway, but still…

The hunter nodded. “Okay.” He didn’t know what he was signing up to, but he had already sold his soul once to save Sam, and he would do it again if it came down to it.

“You don’t owe me because I saved your brothers.” Danny explained. “I’d have done that for free, any time. You owe me one for not telling your youngest brother that you didn’t even think of him when you asked me to go on a rescue mission to Hell.” Danny’s glare wasn’t hateful or even angry, just disappointed and disdainful.

Dean was still stunned, he closed his mouth then opened it again but no sound came out. He really hadn’t thought… hadn’t considered… fuck. Shit! Damn it!

He shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded again. He deserved whatever he got.

- -

Garth and Bobby wrapped up their conversation, and soon enough Danny was out of Singer Savage and headed back to Illinois.

They still had to deal with the angels’ war, and see what would happen with Adam, what he would choose.

His brothers were fine, they were safe for now, and they would get better soon.

Still, as he watched the back of the speeding truck get smaller and smaller, Dean was left feeling hollow.

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The first bit of this chapter was directly taken from a transcription of "Appointment in Samarra", the episode where Death has Dean do his job for a day to teach him the lesson that murder is okay if done by someone better dressed than you! asdfghjklñ. I just added some descriptions.

There, Death asks him "which brother" to save from the Cage, since Dean tty forgot about lil Adam smh.

Let's just say that the setting (me, being the one to write this) demanded Danny to be Not Cool with that, so this is a little fix it. I did this for Adam and have no regrets. Youngest half siblings for the win!

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #supernatural #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Adam Milligan #Bobby Singer #SuperPhantom #ghostly-scrypts #ghost king au #but it's not mentioned here #Appointment in Samarra #fix it #fixing the part the bugs me out anyway #💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻#Danny Phantom Crossover #Supernatural Crossover

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aph-mable · 1 year

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Superphantom: The Ghost King, three hunters, and an Angel.

After tons of years as the ghost king, Danny decided to take a road trip across the country both to take a small break but also to make sure the other spirits outside of Amity Park weren't causing too much trouble.

While Danny is travelling around and getting into misfit he comes across both Bobby Singer and the Winchester gang who don't know he is the ghost king or that Danny is a ghost at all, they just think they had picked up a young scrawny teenager who wants to be a hunter.

This AU has quite a few changes to it and knowledge you kneed to know before we start:

1. Since Danny become basically Schrödinger's boy he stopped ageing past 14, just gained a bit of mussel and slightly more scars for his human half.

2. When Danny got blasted by the whole power of the ghost zone he picked up ever ghost in there's abilities/powers, but can't control all of them or barely uses some.

For example: when Danny gets like SUPER angry he can cause minor storms similar to the tornado ghost but once it starts he can't control it, or for another example, he gained the ability to ride any motorcycle from kitty/Johnny.

3. The Winchester's are just doing basic hunting at this point in time, so no big bad apocalypse or anything like that.

4. Cas and Dean are an unofficial couple, they try to deny anything is between them but something is up.

5. Finally, I hope you have fun reading this story and it's mainly for entertainment.

Chapter 1: little lost ghost.

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Danny looked one last time at himself in the mirror, taking deep breaths and reminding himself that he wasn't going to be gone for long and that the ghost zone was in good hands.

For weeks Danny had made sure the other ghost we're either going to behave or be okay while he will be away.

Clockwork had suggested that Danny should take a break and explore the world, he had been ruling over the ghost zone for more than 100 years, they will be okay with him gone for a year or more.

During the time Danny was packing he had visited everyone he could and gave them his goodbyes, not admitting that he half did this to stall but he knew he had to leave at some point.

As he took one last long look at himself, Danny hadn't aged for years, he was still the same 14-year-old with bags under his eyes, the odd freckle splatter across his face, and scars from his many battles hidden under blue jeans and a hoodie that had a stitched up red heart on it that hid away his black as night hair.

He was stalling again and he needed to leave now.

Daniel grabbed the overstuffed duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder and made sure the strap was right around his body, while he was messing with his bag Fright Knight came into the room to make sure his king was alright.

"My majesty are you taking your crown with you?"

Danny nodded and turned into his second ghost from where the crown floated above his head, making Fright knight nod with a smile.

Danny turned back to his human self, quickly running up to his loyal knight and hugging him tightly, Fright knight was a little confused at first but quickly hugged Danny back.

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It took nearly three hours for Clockwork to get Danny to stop hugging and saying goodbye to everyone AGAIN.

He gave his usual dad speech before he left the ghost zone, the basic warnings that any parent would give;

"Don't get into random people's cars" "do you have enough money?" "If a ghost is giving you any trouble you have my permission to deal with them as you see fit."

Danny smiled as he looked back at all his friends who were waving to him as he left, he was going to miss all his mischievous friends.

The small ghost king went through the only open portal to the human realm, which led back to Danny's old home and basement, dust covering everything that had been left alone for years, the thick musty air filled his lungs as his steps creaked on the corroded metal steps.

Once upstairs Danny had to leave quickly or he would be stuck trying to recall his life before everyone had gone on with their lives, leaving the old place to its state of abandonment.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he walked through the door and out at the last bit of daylight, his human half finally breathing fresh air was colder than he was expecting.

Danny scanned his surroundings and noticed that the leaves were already transforming into spots of gold and browns, and red colours, leaving nothing but the turning of the season to be gazed upon.

With one big gulp of frozen air, Danny made his way down the cracked sidewalk, planning to leave for the road but he knew he had to see one more person before he left, someone that wanted him more than anything but had made his life a living hell for a bit.

Danny had to say his last goodbye to Vlad Masters...

By the time Danny reached the old Frootloops castle, it was past midnight and Danny was feeling actually calm as the cold wind flowed around him.

Danny was no longer scared of Vlad, and in truth at this point just saw him as an overdramatic millionaire, including since he stopped trying to get Danny to be his son.

When Danny knocked on the front door it flung right open causing Danny to nearly turn ghost but after the scare, he slowly calmed down and went inside the castle which was still very clean from what he could see in the dark.

"Hey, FruitLoop! You in?",

Danny's voice echoed loudly, soon being greeted by some kind of crashing noise coming from one of the rooms upstairs.

Just as his voice died out Vlad who was wearing striped pyjamas had rushed down the stairs, turning on the lights just as he rushed over to hug Danny in the tightest hug he had received so far.

" Daniel my boy! I heard the news already, I thought you would have left by now, but I'm so glad you hadn't yet".

Same old Vlad, always welcoming Danny in open arms even after all these years.

"Hey, I couldn't leave my old crazy fruitloop without saying something, you know me always wanting to have the last pun".

Each stared at each out then started to burst out laughing like how old friends would, being so glad to see each other even if it would be a while yet again.

Both Halfa's caught up on what they had missed in each realm, how the ghost zone was peaceful-ish and that everyone there was doing fine.

As for the human realm, things had gotten a little more interesting since more supernatural creatures were starting to show up more, and how some troubles came and went.

Danny was both relieved and a little scared that other than ghosts were being a bit bolder on coming out since it meant that he could possibly not be hunted the moment he shows his ghost self.

As Danny was about to go Vlad wouldn't let Danny leave before giving him some cash and a credit card to use while on the road.

With the last of his goodbyes done, Danny finally set out, leaving Amity Park for the first time in years and into a bigger new world.

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It took only two and a half weeks, nearly a new record for Danny to be in some kind of danger, and for once it wasn't ghosts.

No, what was after him this time was an actual vampire this time, meaning Danny was unprepared to defend himself so all he could do was run as fast as he could which was surprisingly only a little faster than the bloodsucker who was hot on his trail.

Danny spirited around trees, barely avoided tripping into ditches and was not having a good time whatsoever.

He had tried a few times to turn intangible but with a vampire so close by it was pretty hard to concentrate on any of his abilities, especially since if he even stopped for one second he could be a full goner.

"Just got to last till sunrise, just till then, vampires have to hate the sun at least a little",

Danny kept on talking to himself to keep himself moving forward no matter what, just at least till the ankle bitter gets off his trail.

" oh, little boy~ you can't run forever, not even a hunter will last much longer".

Danny cursed his need to make a sarcastic quit while he is in panic mode, if only he kept looking forward he wouldn't have caught his foot on a loose tree root and sprained his ankle badly as he rolls hard into an open plain, leaving him defenceless as the vampire now walked calmly towards the boy, almost teasing the prey in front of them.

Before the bloodsucker could even get close enough Danny inhaled a ton of air and in one last-ditch effort he let out the loudest ghostly wail he could.

The once confident vampire was suddenly blasted back and holding their ears, but Danny didn't stop, his wail only grew stronger and stronger till it knocked down five trees into broken pieces.

By the time Danny stopped the vampire had left running for the hills, leaving Danny tired but half alive, which was better than being food.

Speaking of food Danny was starving to get something to eat, running for most of the night and using his ghostly wail while being in his human form made him hungry then he felt for a super long time.

He stumbled as he rose to his feet and started to walk again, hoping that there was a town close enough to get something to eat.

Danny's legs felt like pure lead by the time he gotten to rest inside the old-style diner, he relaxed on the soft red cushion as he dug for his wallet to make sure he didn't lose it, it was one thing to be hungry but Danny wasn't going to eat if he didn't have the means to pay.

Luckily his wallet was still there and so was the card Vlad gave him, with only 20 dollars left of cash.

As Danny waited to get his order taken, a deeply tanned waitress came up to him with her notepad, she looked at the tired 14-year-old looking kid with a look of concern and suspicion.

"Where are your parent's sweetheart? You can't be all alone just sitting here right".

Danny didn't blame her for asking, he knew his appearance was of a homeless kid, but he was too hungry to really care about the question of his parents.

He just looked up at the lady with a tired look and practically ignored her question, " does this place have cash or card? Just want to know how I should pay".

The waitress didn't like how he responded at all and was just about to tell him to leave, but before she even could get a word out an older man who looked like the kid's father sat down across from him and spoke up,

"Sorry about that Sally, my kid here was just told to pay with my money if I didn't get us a parking spot on time, please excuse his manners".

Danny was beyond confused but didn't show it, in fact, he played along and the waitress soon left in a huff to get them both menus.

The man who had saved him looked almost in his forties, with a cap on his head and a thick brown beard he did look like the dad type.

Danny was about to thank him as the menus arrived but the older man cut Danny off with just a raise of his hand.

" Now I'm just going to cut to the case here, I can easily tell your new around these parts and possibly been on the road for a long while correct?",

Danny only nodded, if you count barely a month a long while, the man continued his speech "As I thought so. Now here I'll make you a deal after we finish eating. I can lend you a place to stay a night or two, but in return, you have to help me clean it up Ya hear?".

Danny was stunned but quickly accepted the proposal, the man nodded, happy that Danny had some sense in him.

" I'm Bobby Singer, and you are young man?"

"I'm Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you "

Danny shook Bobby's hand, soon going back to being quiet between both of them as they were picking out what to eat, letting Danny calm down for the first time in a few days.

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~Bobby's pov ~

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It was a slow week for Bobby, barely any monsters in sight, and with the Winchesters, most likely hunting someplace else left him with a lot of free time on his hands, meaning he was out on the road very early in the mornings to look out at the scenery.

During one of these drives, something had caught his eye which was five huge trees knocked down and torn up from the roots with the sounding ground looking like a bulldozer had ripped through it.

Bobby stopped his truck, grabbed his gun quickly and went over to investigate what the hell was even going on.

Bobby could see the damage was much worse up close and knew whatever caused this wasn't human, as he survived the area he could tell that the main source came from a single point and had spread out as it went further away.

He knew he needed to find whatever caused this and quickly because if something like this could do that kind of damage out in the middle of nowhere, in a small town or even a city this kind of destruction could be ten times worse.

Bobby rushed back to his truck, with a plan to call the Winchesters to help him figure out this mess, but first, he had to ask around town if anyone had seen or heard anything.

Bobby checked the bar, the then square, and now he was heading to the diner, so far the only information he got was that during the very late hours of the night half the town heard a piercing wail of some kind, in fact, a few were talking about with no hesitation since so many heard it.

This made Bobby a little more worried and needing to find it sooner than later, but since he was already at the diner he will grab something to quickly eat while he continued to ask around.

As he walked into the door he quickly noticed a very tired looking 14-year-old boy with bags under his eyes, I kept black hair and clothing that was torn and very much old.

What had caught Bobby's attention the most was both the kids piercing blue eyes and a few scars that were obviously trying to be hidden, the boy in front of him looked almost lost as the waitress was about to give him an ear full, so Bobby quickly stepped in and acted like the kid's dad to make her leave both of them alone.

Once Bobby got the waitresses to leave he took a better look at the newcomer in front of him, the kid was either a runaway or homeless from the looks of it, he gave off a tired like an aura, with the look in his eyes he would have east out any second now.

Right before either of them ordered anything the kid sitting across from him was about to speak but Bobby quickly cut him off with a small hand gesture, he took the lead in speaking.

" Now I'm just going to cut to the case here, I can easily tell your new around these parts and possibly been on the road for a long while correct?",

The scared boy just nodded leaving Bobby to continue

"As I thought so. Now here I'll make you a deal after we finish eating. I can lend you a place to stay a night or two, but in return, you have to help me clean it up Ya hear?".

With a single movement, the kid showed his agreement, which made Bobby smile knowing the boy was smart enough to take a good deal.

" I'm Bobby Singer, and you are young man?"

"I'm Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you "

With that out of the way, they could finally order some breakfast, Bobby ordered just the basic toast and eggs, but Danny? He ordered a big enough meal to feed a starving bear, almost matching the appetite of the Winchesters...

Wait, that can't be right, Bobby knew that Danny was barely a teenager, why would he have an appetite of a hunter? Unless, shit.

The thought of Danny possibly being a hunter was stuck in Bobby's head, he kept trying to doubt himself and just chalk it up to the kid just growing, but that still didn't explain why Danny had scars or even the usual homeless look most hunters had.

Bobby mind kept on turning that he almost didn't notice that the kid paid for the meal with some kind of silver card, another hint, hunters who have children always try to make sure their kid has enough to get by, meaning if Danny isn't a hunter then his parents must, including since the kid was all alone.

Bobby leads Danny to his truck and quickly noticed the young teen was limping, singling that he was injured in some way, to the kids surprise Bobby helped him into my truck, making sure he wasn't walking too much if he was hurting.

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~Danny's pov~

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So much can change in a couple of hours, at the start of the day Danny had been injured trying to get away from a vampire, had to walk to town on a hurt ankle, and was almost yelled at by a waitress, but also met a man named Bobby who was willing to take him in for a few nights which was nice, and he even helped me into his truck when he saw him was struggling.

Now Danny was sitting on a couch with his foot resting and reading a book from Bobby's collection, it was nice to relax after a rough few weeks.

The first night was the best for Danny, the couch was way more comfortable than sleeping on the ground, and he was given a small time to heal up, his ankle was much better now and he could easily help out tomorrow which was the least he could do for the kind man.

Morning came way too early but Danny knew he had to get up, as he stretched out he sat up and was trying to get up from the couch but the moment Danny tried he was pushed back down gently, Bobby had placed a hit drink on the table next to Danny while was moving around like he was preparing for doomsday.

This made Danny a little uneasy but didn't speak up since he still didn't fully know the man's temper yet and if the guy who was kind enough to help Danny was nearly freaking out it must be important.

After a long period of silence, Bobby finally spoke up;

"I'm going to have some old friends over so don't be alarmed if they aren't too friendly, their hunters like me with an extra friend of theirs staying over too".

Danny nodded and gave a thumbs-up, but was left wondering if he meant animal hunter or monster hunter because depending on which could mean life or death for Danny if he slipped up on his powers.

Once Bobby was done running around the house he pulled up a chair to check on Danny's ankle, and thanks to his healing ability he was all healed up meaning Danny can walk again, and even help out.

It was obvious Bobby was impressed and let Danny clean the house a bit but was keeping an eye on him just in case.

Danny helped clean the kitchen, bring in some firewood, and was just finishing putting blankets away from his made shift bed.

As he put the blankets away Bobby walked back in with two men walking behind him.

One was very tall with light brown long hair and greyish eyes, this guy could be confused with being bigfoot or even a sasquatch.

The second man was just a bit shorter but still very tall too, he looked almost like a soldier that had too much fun shooting, his hair was shorter but had the same colour as Mr.Sasquatch so it was perfectly okay to assume they were brothers.

Both the men looked surprised to see him, and he didn't blame them.

Bobby cleared his throat and introduced each of us,

" Sam, Dean, this is Danny. Danny meet Sam and Dean Winchester"

"Uh hi? It's nice to meet you two", Danny gave a weary smile, his attention quickly moving away from Mr.Sasquatch and Soldier guy when he glanced behind them, seeing a third party member who was just walking in.

Danny had seen quite a few beings in his years, but the man before him was something else, for starters, he was wearing a tanned trench coat and a blue tie, his expression was that of indifference, but the main thing that caught Danny's eye was the huge wings coming out of the man's back that somehow didn't knock anything over as the man walked in.

All four men notice Danny staring, with an expression that wasn't frozen in fear but in curiosity and confusion.

The man in the trench coat moved closer to Danny making him nearly stubble back as the man spoke to Danny in a mix of both human and angelical combined voices asked a single question,

" you can see my wings?"

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End Of Chapter 1.

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