#because angels run hot and it doesn’t bother cas in the slightest

[foggysirens]

thinking about dean just having the absolute worst circulation and how despite his protests cas will just take and hold his hands sometimes while they’re alone on a stakeout together or whatever they’re watching a movie to help warm them up and while he may grumble and complain dean never tries to pull his hands away because that’s the exact kind of casual closeness he’s always wanted but never felt comfortable admitting

[lonely-bored-writer]

Winchesters meet  the Phantoms Ch. 2

When Danny Fenton went to bed at five in the morning on a Saturday after a` long, long day of ghostly duties, he didn't want to be waken up. He was to the point that if one person said "I'd sleep when I'm dead", he would kill them. But as poor Danny should know by now the world was never in his favor and God loved to toy with him. So waking up in a dingy abandon building with a headache, as bad as the time he and Tucker binge drank, he shouldn't have been so surprised, right?

Wrong. The first thing he noticed, aside from the intense throbbing in his brain, was how warm he felt. He was use to being cold, he always noticed the slightest rise in temperature... and regulate weather or heaters never affected him. The second thing he noticed was how he was seated on top of a devil's trap (Clockwork would be proud he recognized it after so many weeks of trial and error), and a strange white substance lined the edge of it. Third, he noticed the two large men standing before him with shot guns. Sawed off shot guns might he add.

"Danny?" Sam Winchester questioned confused, lowering the shot gun from aim. "What are you doing here?" With the weird flickering lights, coldness, and winds that occurred during summoning, Sam would have figured they had summoned the correct monster.

"You tell me." Danny groaned, pulling himself into a seating position. Another groan left him when he noticed he was still his pajamas and no shoes. "On minute I'm safely asleep in bed in Amity, and next here feeling like I've been hit by a truck. Why was I summoned?"

"Kid, we were trying to summon the ghost king." Dean grumbled, dropping his gun on top the rickety table nearby that housed the books. "What did we miss?" Dean asked, looking over at his little brother while Sam reread the page.

"Well you see-"

"We didn't miss anything, Dean." Sam's face pulled tight. "I got all the right stuff from Bobby before we got here. We are even on haunted lands."

"Okay guys, but-"

"Than what the hell happened?" Dean pointed a finger to the increasingly annoyed teen. "Because instead of the ghost king, we got a freaking twelve year old!" The temparature drop in the room drew their attention to the fustrated teen, who glared at Dean.

"I'm seventeen." He correct, although he knew vary well he looked much younger because of his young stature before the accident. " And I'd think you'd like to know I'm technically the ghost king." Danny finished, receiving shocked looks from both of the older man.

"But, you're alive?" Sam questioned.

"What kind of Doctor Frankenstein bullshit is this?" Dean added, only to be ignored by the

"There was an accident, and I half died." Danny shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "After that I kind of had a run in with Pariah Dark who was the ghost king, I defeated him and now technically it's me know. Though I haven't been formally sworn in."

"That's what Cas meant when he said you defined nature." Sam concluded, sharing a look with his brother. "You're a living oxymoron."

"That I am." Danny nodded in agreement, pulling himself to a stand a stretching. "Do you have some Advil? This summoning has given me a massive headache."

Sam and Dean shared another look, both giving the same impression. Those two brothers have seen many different things in their life, ranging from angels, to fairies, to being brought back to life, but never could either of them imagine a ghost human hybrid. Or the very powerful and tangible ghosts that also exist.

"It seems like you've been here often." Sam spoke. The trio decided to talking over breakfast after Danny took a short power nap. The waitress, Tina, seemed to know Danny and didn't bother taking his order. "I thought you lived in Illinois."

"I do." Danny nodded, taking a sip from his warm drink. "Having the Stopwatch as your mentor means a lot of traveling. I usually try to handle the ecto-ghosts before other hunters grab notice of them. They tend to like Ohio"

"Kids your age shouldn't be drinking coffee." Dean raised an eyebrow watching the kid finish his third cup before the food even arrived.

"It's not coffee." Danny laughed, looking down at the murky brown liquid. "It's a whole pack of five hour energy and hot chocolate." The disgusted and shocked look he got pulled another laugh from him. "I'm fine, I only drink it when I need too."

"How much sleep do you get?" Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"About five hours... a week." Danny answered, smiling at Tina when she placed his plate of hash-browns down. "But it's okay, really. Being half dead means I don't need a ton of sleep, and kind of makes it harder. Just takes a bit of a toll on my human form." Danny reassured when the concern didn't drop. "Besides, what is it you guys need from me?"

"We to know about how to end on of those ecto ghost." Dean answered,Sam gave him a side glare before adding on.

"We also have a piece of literature that apparently only you could translate."

"Let's see it." Danny nodded, eating his food as Sam slide photos over to him. The image had an old looking parchment on it, a strange language scribbled across. To anyone else it didn't look like a language but to Danny, he could clear read it. His eyes flashed green to catch any missing links, lo and behold some parts were written in ectoplasm.

"Whoa, what was with the green eyes?" Dean asked around the bite of his burger.

"Uh, oh its a way to see any thing written in small amounts of ectoplasm. Without it I wouldn't been able to figure this out." Danny replied distracted, eyes running over the different symbols.

આ ભવિષ્યવાણીઓમાં તમે જોશો કે કોઈ આત્મા સેવા આપશે નહીં. અમારા મહાન રાજાએ અમને છોડી દીધા છે તે નાશ કરવાની સલાહ આપી છે, અમારે અમારો ક્ષેત્ર અને મનુષ્યોને એકમાં બનાવવા માટે ચાર ખતરનાક મુસાફરો લેવા જોઈએ. નોટિસ પાડવા માટે સક્ષમ હોવાના કારણે અમે પ્રથમ અજમાયશ પૂર્ણ કરવી જોઈએ. આમ કરવા માટે જીવન અને મૃત્યુ બંનેના પ્રાણીએ તે બનાવનારાઓનું જીવન લેવું જોઈએ. પછી પ્રાણીએ પવિત્ર રાશિઓના પવિત્ર રક્તને લઈ જવું જોઈએ, જેથી સંયુક્ત રીતે મૃત્યુની અછબડાથી જીવોની સંપૂર્ણ ક્ષમતાને અનલૉક કરી શકાય. આ નવી શક્તિ સાથે, આપણા તારણહાર ધાર્મિક વિધિ શરૂ કરશે. પારિયાના પુસ્તકમાંથી શબ્દો વાંચીને, પોર્ટલ ખોલવાનું શરૂ કરશે સ્ફટિકના મૃત્યુના તેલ સાથે આગ પ્રગટાવવામાં આવશે, રક્તના ફૂલોને બાળી નાખવું એ પ્રાણીનો નાશ કરવા માટે જીવલેણ જ્યોત બનાવશે. અડફાના મૃત્યુથી પોર્ટલની વૃદ્ધિ અને અમારા વિશ્વનું મિશ્રણ બનશે. ત્યાંથી ઘણા લોકોના શેલો ખોલવા માટે અમારા લોકોની શરૂઆત થશે.

"You won't have to worry about a thing as long as whoever is trying to complete this doesn't get a hold of me." Danny concluded, handing the images back to Sam. "No one really knows who I am, and its going to stay that way."

"Why would they need you? What were the bastard trying to do?" Dean asked, glancing over to the images. "And what kind of language even is that?"

"It's an old one, something that was more common before I came along. Clockwork made sure to each me." Danny smiled, downing the rest of his drink. "As for what they want, they want to combine the ghost zone and this zone. Giving all the ghosts an opening to new take over everything."

Dean and Sam looked to each other before looking to the young calmed teen who ate as if there would be no problem. The fact that someone was now looking through this old document could mean that someone knows about him. Someone who planned to go through with this.