#superphantom crossover

[kettlefire]

I just imagine the idea that cycled around of Danny being captured by the Winchester brothers and none of their usual anti-ghost tactics work

But get this

Danny isn't really scared, and he's in a good place in life that he figures what's the harm with fucking with this stone-age hunters?

So when Sam starts spewing Latin and trying an exorcism Danny just rolls with it.

Lowers the temp in the room, frost covers everything, starts glowing.

Doing stuff the brothers have never fucking seen before.

Then, just as Sam finishes, Danny lights up.

Instead of the white hair, green eyed kid, it's suddenly a really normal looking kid with black hair and blue eyes who looks so fucking confused.

Does Danny reveal he's just fucking with them?

Or does he trying to figure out how long he can get away with the charade?

[strxwberrymint]

In the thermos for a long time superphantom au prompt I also see a bit!!

I think this is my favorite prompt with superphantom ❤️🫡

[goodfish-bowl]

Bunker in White

Danny Phantom x Supernatural Crossover

Masterpost

DP Crossover Angst Week Day 1 - GIW Experimentation

Summary: Sam and Dean take up a job to go investigate a government base that had been attacked by vampires.

Warnings: vague descriptions of blood and gore

Notes: hmmm, I have never written anything for Supernatural before, but I've seen a good portion of it (years ago). Probably takes place earlier in the show.

Word Count: 2044

AO3 Link

Sam and Dean had gotten this particular lead from Bobby, who in turn got it passed onto him from someone else, so it wasn’t a surprise this particular job was a mess. 

Apparently, a group of vampire’s had decided a weird, underground, government bunker would be the perfect hideout, resulting in a bloodbath between the government goons and the vamps. It was a large group too, which was a point of concern among the hunter’s who turned down the job. No one really knew who’d won inside between the vampires and the government, but Dean had placed his money on the vampires. He honestly doubted that some government agency with an obsession for the color white had any idea what they were up against, much less the correct tools for the job. Dean got proved wrong when they came across the first dead vampire. 

The bunker’s fluorescent lights were harsh against the darkness outside. The entire base still seemed to have power despite not being connected to any sort of power grid or system. It had made it an absolute pain in the ass to find, but at least that meant Sam and Dean didn’t have to wander around in the dark. The harsh lighting and bleached interior revealed a slaughter inside, staining the white walls with both vampire and human blood, leaving very little to imagination. The humans, all agents in once-white suits, looked to have been mauled by the vamps, while the dead vampires had holes blasted through them and were covered in green-tinged burns. Dean kicked one, trying to make sure it was actually dead. Yep, dead vamp, the whole place unfortunately smelled like it too. 

Sam had found one of the more physically intact agents with a large bazooka-like weapon next to him at the back of the hallway. Rummaging through the agency's pocket’s Sam tossed the ID card over for Dean to read over, while Sam picked up the weapon. 

Dean flipped open the wallet, and huffed when the agent was only referred to by a letter and position. No personal information whatsoever. 

“This asshole is apparently ‘Agent B, senior heavy weapon specialist of the Ghost Investigation Ward’, which means shit to me,” Dean complained. 

“‘Ghost Investigation Ward’? Is that supposed to be some sort of knockoff hunter’s group? Because points for vampire killing, less points for dying,” Sam added. “Either way, they were messing around with something supernatural, and had weapons that could blast straight through a vampire. Think we could find something here?”

Dean shrugged, “I’m down to take their weapons at the least. New tactics are always appreciated.”

Sam took the bazooka, and Dean picked up any other weapons of interest, from weighted nets, to more guns, storing them in piles to collect and ferry to the car later. The ID got them access to a couple more rooms, including a security camera and file room, which Sam said he was going back to later. The deeper they descended into the base, the more spaced out the bodies were, and the more violently the agents had seemed to fight, like they were protecting something. 

“Do you think they actually managed to catch a ghost here?” Sam tossed out. 

Dean snorted, “Doubt it. Sure, you can blast a hole through a vamp, but you can’t blast a hole through a ghost. Just trapping one is a pain, let alone moving it to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Illinois.” 

Hydraulic doors hissed as the brothers entered the next level, only to pause from the sudden change in pattern. This one opened up into a laboratory, partitioned off by thick glass walls, rather than the collection of offices and storage the upper floors had been.  

Dean’s eyes narrowed at the carnage inside the laboratories. 

“What the hell were they taking apart that bleed fucking green?” Dean cursed.

Dean completely ignored the bodies of who he assumed had been the scientists. There were tons of vials of various liquids, most of them being that same saturated, radioactive green. There were also jars, lots of jars, of what he assumed were the bits and pieces of whatever creature bled green. 

“Doesn’t look like whatever they were dissecting was dead while they were taking apart,” Sam commented, pointing out the restraints on the bloodied autopsy table. 

“Fuck, that’s sick. At least kill whatever you're taking apart first.” 

Dean watched as Sam went over to a stack of papers, filing through them quickly with a grimace on his face.

 “Well, they seem to believe they caught a ghost, at least. They definitely caught something before the vampires wiped them out. The reports refer to it as Subject P-1.”

“Think it’s still here?” Dean asked. 

“Maybe. This report is a few days old, and we know the vampires attacked within that same time frame, so it’s possible that ‘P-1’ is either still here, dead here, or managed to escape in the crossfire,” Sam guessed.

“I suppose we’ll find out. We only got one more level to go.”

Dean left the lab, going down the elevator to the last level. There was nothing there, except for a singular glass cell with what looked like a blast door as its entrance, all shining with some sort of green energy. There seemed to be automated weapons and cameras all pointing at the cell, and Dean considered it a bit extreme. But also down there was the biggest collection of dead vampires they had found so far. 

The weapons in the room had obviously activated for whatever reason, considering the number of vampires with holes blown through them compared to the agents, of which there only seemed to be two, who looked more like they had also been caught in the crossfire of the weapons, rather than becoming vampire food like most of the guys upstairs.  

“Dean…” Sam shoved him, and pointed to the cell. There was…something inside. 

Dean walked over, shoving bodies out of the way with his foot to stand in front of the cell. The green… whatever it was, shone along the glass and hummed with energy, reminding Dean vaguely of an electrified fence. The inside of the cell was a mess but in a different way than outside. It reminded Dean of a few of the cells he had seen monsters hold people in before. It was dirty, and covered in blood, both red and that unknown green. There was no cot, or toilet, or any other sort of accommodation. 

The only thing in the cell was a small figure, dressed in nothing but tattered scrubs, and covered in its own blood balled up in the corner, head between its legs. Dean could only make out pale, emancipated legs and feet, and a mess of matted, black hair. 

“Is it alive?” Dean asked, tapping on the glass, which surprisingly didn’t zapped him.

Sam had a grimace on his face. “I…think.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted. 

No reaction. 

Dean pounded more heavily on the glass with his fist, “Hey! Are you alive?”

No reaction. 

“Are you P-1?” Sam asked instead. 

This got a reaction. The figure picked up their head, placing empty, hollow, and frighteningly blue eyes on Sam. They seemed to be a young boy, face pale and thin, deep bags under his eyes. His eyes were glassy and distant, looking through Sam rather than at him. 

“Well, that’s unnerving,” Dean muttered, giving Sam a look before shoving his shoulder. “Tell him to do something else.”

Sam frowned, thinking for a moment before saying anything. “P-1, state your status,” Sam commanded. 

The boy, P-1, remained silent.

“I don’t think it talks, Sammy,” Dean snorted. 

Sam sputtered indignantly. “What do you want me to do then? We know he’s P-1 now, and that he’s still somehow alive.”

“Well, we know he ain’t human, and that he’s whatever these goons have been picking apart. No clue what he is, but in that state, I doubt he can do much. The lights are one but no one seems to be home, Sammy,” Dean said. 

It was a harsh suggestion but, “We could just put him down and be done with it. The vamps are all dead, there’s nothing here except braindead P-1 over there.”

Sam, apparently, very much disagreed with that idea. “He’s a kid, Dean! And he’s been tortured for who knows how long. We’re not putting him down!”

Dean groaned. “Do you want to take him with us or something?!” Dean asked incredulously. 

Sam was silent, apparently thinking over the idea like it was a legitimate suggestion. 

“No,” Dean immediately denied. “Nope, no way, Sammy. We’re not adopting whatever-the-fuck that kid is. He’s not a dog. We have no idea what he’s capable of, let alone if he’s dangerous!” 

 “Then we keep an eye on him! You said it yourself, in that state, I doubt he can barely move. We could even put him in Bobby’s panic room if he acts up, but honestly,” Sam glanced over to the boy, “I doubt he would even notice.”

Dean hated the idea. He didn’t want the kid to potentially go ballistic, and there had to be some reason he was locked up in the first place. But he couldn’t think of any other reasons to leave the kid there. If anything, they could figure out what the kid was so that they knew how to defeat anything like him in the future. 

“Fine!” Dean relented. “But you’re taking care of him.”

Sam seemed to untense and turned back to the boy. “P-1, move to the door,” he ordered, before more quietly adding, “We’re getting you out of here, kid.”

The boy stood up, swaying on his legs, before approaching the door, standing just outside of it. Dean watched as Sam fidgeted with the door, before eventually having to pull another ID from one of the nearby agents to get the door open. Sam led the kid out, who didn’t have much of a reaction at all. Dean frowned at how small the kid was, now that he could get a better estimate literally standing next to him. He couldn’t be older than 12. 

“Okay, we’re leaving. We got some cool things and you’ve adopted a weird kid. We can confirm the vampires all died here too. Anything else we need to grab before we go back?” Dean huffed. 

“I’m going to see what I can pull from the record room on the way back. Could you take him back to the car?” Sam asked. 

Dean looked at the kid again. Yep. No one home at all. He doubted the kid even knew what was going on. At least he wouldn’t complain about Dean’s music choices. 

“Fine, but you take too long and I’m leaving your ass here,” Dean stated. “Come-on, P-1.”

Dean took the elevator back up the entrance, still careful to check around if they had missed anything still-alive, only to have silence. The kid barely made any noise as he moved, Dean decided he didn’t like that after the third time he jumped at the kid standing directly behind him. 

“I’m getting you a bell,” he grumbled. 

Back at the car, Dean tossed his looted weapons into the trunk, glancing at the kid before rummaging into his and Sam’s duffles for some spare clothes. It looked really suspicious to have a bloodied kid in a medical gown walking around. It would be oversized, but Dean grabbed a flannel, jeans, and a belt. Bobby would probably have something from when he and Sam were that small. 

“Hey, kid, P-1, put these on,” Dean held the clothes out to the kid, who didn’t react. 

Dean groaned. “Oh come on! This is why Sam’s your caretaker. I don’t know how to dress a kid!” 

Dean approached. “Gotta fucking command him like a dog,” he muttered. “P-1, arms up.”

The boy raised his arms, and Dean untied the medical gown letting it fall to the ground. Dean froze, bile building in the back of his throat, fighting the urge to throw up. Images of the jars and vials passed behind his eyes. No wonder the kid was mentally gone, Dean couldn’t see anyone surviving, let alone living long enough to walk out.

God, they needed to get the kid to Bobby. 

[ladylynse]

Fic Continuation Poll #13

Ghosts: Sam and Dean had heard of Amity Park, but no one seemed to take it seriously. When they decide to swing by and check it out, they get a bit more than they bargained for. [FFN | AO3]

Doppelgänger: Danny hadn’t expected company, but when these two guys show up with guns that pack a punch even when he’s intangible? It’s definitely time to get some answers. [tumblr ]

I will link polls in my pinned post and below the cut for ease of reference.

Round 2

Fic Continuation Poll #13 - Ghosts (DP/SPN) vs Doppelgänger (DP/SPN)

Fic Continuation Poll #14 - The Masters Plan (DP) vs Forewarning (DP/GF)

Fic Continuation Poll #15 -  Devil’s Bargain (DP/Lucifer) vs Vantage Point (DP)

Fic Continuation Poll #16 -  Through the Wringer/One for the Money (DP/SPN) vs  Dimensional Displacement (DP/ATLA)

Fic Continuation Poll #17 -  Le Fantôme (DP/ML) vs  Bewitched (DP/PSN)

Fic Continuation Poll #18 -  The Trouble with Ghosts (DP) vs Illusory (DP/GF)

[surelysilly]

Superphantom Week 2024, woo!!!!

Danny Phantom / Supernatural (TV 2005), what a blast from the past... Fanfic, fanart, other multimedia or crafts, whatever you want, will all welcome! But I need help with prompts, so let me hear them!!!

the tags for this event will be #superphantomweek2024 and #superphantom <3

[wolfeyedwitch]

*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!)

[kettlefire]

Last Hope (SuperPhantom)

Danny knew it was stupid. He really did, truly. He just didn't really have many other options, okay?

The moment he saw that sleek muscle car come rumbling into the parking lot of the shady motel, he knew it was a horrible idea.

It was truly the worst thing he could think of, but again, what was he supposed to do?

He was injured, his core struggling to keep up with all the new weaponry he had been hit with. He was aching in places he never thought could ache.

The world was against him, or at least the part of the world that knew about him. The government despised him, and he was only in for more pain and torment if he got caught.

So yes, when he caught the scent of the car. Iron, sulfur, rock salt, and blood... it didn't take a genius to figure out those two large men were hunters.

Now, Danny didn't have much experience with the layman's hunter. The ones that were well spread on every type of creature and not just ghosts.

He also knew that his kind of ghosts were less known by the average hunter. So, he had a shot, right?

Danny might actually have a chance to heal if he can just fly under the radar long enough. If he could keep these hunters oblivious to his presence, than all would be good...

Right?

Right.

So, Danny didn't have much of a choice. He figured it was time he pulled a Technus. He possessed the car. Danny didn't like that word, but that's exactly what he did.

He nestled his core near the engine, a spot he figured would be safe, and spread the rest of himself throughout the frame and mechanics.

And it worked!

...

At least for the first day. He managed to hitch a ride into the next state over. Danny thought he was actually going to get a break.

Listen, Danny wasn't used to hunters being friendly with supernatural beings, okay? How was he supposed to expect the sudden appearance of an angel!

An actual angel! Something he only heard about through Clockwork. Never once saw one, or interacted with.

So when this strange, winged, trench coat wearing man appeared in the backseat of the car, Danny felt. He felt the power and presence immediately.

He felt all his hope drain away the moment the man opened his mouth. The first thing in reference to Danny currently hidden inside the car.

His cover was up. Especially of the way each man suddenly got tensed said anything.

Danny's supposed safe haven might just be his down fall.

[strxwberrymint]

Danny phantom doodles i made in my sketch book a while ago!

1st drawing is based on some random scenario lol

2nd drawing is based on this post that i thought was cool :)

[ladylynse]

Danny Phantom/Supernatural

Through the Wringer: Danny had been through so much since he'd left Amity Park to try to avoid the future his evil future self had tried to ensure, and now he was trapped by a ring of salt? Sure. This might as well happen.

Length: 8.9 K

Warnings: past mind control, past dissection/vivisection, past character death, minor swearing

Technically written for the Danny Phantom 2010s Crossover Angst Week Event for July 13, 2024 (captured by characters of another media), but also including the other prompts I've missed for this week (July 7, GiW experimentation; July 8, post Nasty Burger explosion; July 10, trapped in the thermos for months or years; and July 11, controlled by an outside source; with an honourable mention to July 12, runaway, though I have a separate fic with that prompt and one for the prompt not included here, bleeding out in an alleyway).

@dp-crossover-angst-week-event it's late but it's written!

[anglers1mp]

Guess what guys

Ok ok so yeah I know I haven’t worked on my DpxDc or really anything, but my SuperPhantom crossover(which expect a chapter from the DpxDc in about a week- I was taking personal leave. Why? Because I had several seizures lately and that’s horrible.

Anyway onto the news!!

So another DpxDc crossover BUT

-Ghost King Danny Fenton

-Time core Danny

-Sun Core Dan

-Star Core Dani

-Clockwork is Chronos(or Kronos whichever you prefer)

-Danny, Dani, and Dan are the biological children of Clockwork

-Except maybe Dani she’s Danny’s daughter

-DpxDc(Plot: So The Gods on Olympus notice that Chronos is missing and all that’s in its place is a green sticky note that said ‘went out’ Cause that makes total sense?? Anyway they tell their magicians and something something Diana and Captain Marvel(Billy Batson) and they tell the Justice league who tells John Constantine. He says to summon a friendly entity enter Danny. So they summon Danny tell him about their woes and worries for the world Danny gives them the stare. And goes,” I freed him. He’s my dad” AND BOOM DRAMA)

[stars-obsession-pit]

"so anyway Dann-o, we were working on our portal to Hell—"

"your what."

"Portal to Hell, Danny. You know, like the ghost portal? But anyway, we were working on it but then something went weird and it opened up prematurely. Looks strange too; more like a glowing tear than a proper portal. The other side just looked like just a regular fancy building when we poked a camera through on a stick. Except the other sensors gave back really weird readings. Especially around these odd star pattern decorations. Can you send a duplicate through to take a closer look?"

"...yeah, sure, alright."

After finding out about Danny’s half-ghost nature and that ghosts aren’t inherently evil, Jack and Maddie start to look into why lots of people had been saying ghosts were like that.

And they find out it was due to a mix-up in the identification of death-related entities. The actually evil ones were demons!

So they decide to shift their focus a bit. Sure, they’re still absolutely going to research ghosts (though now in a nonviolent way), but they’re not gonna just throw away years of experience making weapons to hunt supernatural entities!

Thus begins the exploits of the newly refocused FentonWorks Demon Hunters.

…and a growing headache in the minds of every other magic user.

Especially John Constantine. Why the hell did he accept the job of looking into the new tech entering the market?

[ghostly-penumbra]

Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Two: The Friend of a Friend

[1] [here] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

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.”

- - -

“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.”

- - -

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.

- - -

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!

[kettlefire]

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.

[strxwberrymint]

I love superphantom, the au is my only thought recently. I've been drawing sm superphantom lately that my entire sketchbook is just the au. I am totally normal about this au guys i promise. Guys.

[lunar-fandom-eclipse]

Gonna just self-promote a little:

Hunters and Halfas

My favorites from the supernatural x danny phantom category

Complete-

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10702723/

(This may be the only complete story in this whole crossover category)

Incomplete-

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12415928/1/A-Supernatural-Phantom

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10130734/1/Nephilim

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12939571/1/Caged

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10608301/1/I-can-Explain

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11190292/1/Connection

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11076842/1/Of-Angels-Grace-and-Dead-Teenagers

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13419403/1/Wayward-Son

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12841296/1/Truly-Supernatural

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12068008/1/The-boy-with-the-Dead-Eyes

Oneshots-

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9205194/1/Sacred-Circle

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9705310/1/Salt-and-Iron

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12350895/1/Salt-and-Iron-Follow-Up

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9739824/1/Dead-Man-s-Blood

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9998504/1/Who-ya-gunna-call

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10477121/1/Summoned

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10551698/1/Snowy-Angel

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11037090/1/Paradiso

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11252779/1/The-Fires-Burn-at-Midnight

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11785909/1/when-the-sun-burns-out

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12014280/1/Summoned

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13472707/1/Supernatural-oddity

[ladylynse]

I know I said I wasn't going to do anything else for DPCAW24 (Danny Phantom Crossover Angst Week) but now I'm wondering how many of the remaining prompts I can shove into a final fic and if I can finish a one-shot today after all....