#superphantom crossover

[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.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

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.

[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!)

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Dani Phantom, in her human form, riding on the back of Joan's old-fashioned blue motorcycle. Joan is a chubby young woman with light skin and freckles and a scar across her nose, short caramel hair, and light brown eyes, wearing a gray shirt under a maroon jacket, jeans, and scuffed yellow sneakers, as well as a gold star of david necklace and a number of earrings. Danielle is wearing her blue sweatershirt open over a red and white tee, red shorts, red gloves, and blue boots, and has one knee up on the seat and is hanging on to Joan's arms. The two girls are grinning at each other, and have launched the bike into the air.]

@crossoverdanuary week 2024, day 7: supernatural

Dani & Joan, @jus-a-lil-mouse's Gabriel's kid oc, having adventures. Are they going to crash that bike? Eh, they're hard to to keep down for long

[ghostly-penumbra]

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.

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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.”

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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!

[aph-mable]

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

Eros_Creature17

Chapter 4: When Time strikes, Death waits.

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Danny stayed frozen still as the Angel glared at him while he was still being cuddled by a sleeping Sam.

Cas sighed out knowing that the conversation might be difficult to discuss in this current moment but it was the only time they will have.

With a snap of his fingers both Danny and Cas were teleported into the Impala back seats, making Danny start frantically moving around.

Once the teen had calmed down Cas started to talk again, which hurts Danny's head as he could hear both voices at the same time.

"I need to know who your guardian is, this could mean the matter of life or death for you".

Danny barely raised an eyebrow, was that a threat or a warning.

Cas noticed the teen's reaction and was quickly trying to make himself clear.

" Look, you have been badly injured from the ghost attacking you and even though I tried I can not heal your body. Which is bad but also means that you have a guardian who has taken the main authority overhealing you, and if I don't get their permission I can't help you even when you really need it as you do right now".

Danny finally understood what the angel guy was talking about, but it was a bit hard to explain since Danny is both in a unique position with the 'guardian' thing and because he can't talk in his human form.

He decided that the angel should at least know since he was going to be the last one who would even try to shoot at Danny, including since he didn't even have a gun on him.

Danny tried his hardest to warn the Angel ahead since he knew that most freak out when they first see his ghostly form, but it needed to be done, plus if he showed the crown it might give a hint that he's a bit of authority which could lead to a better outcome.

Danny waited for a moment to see if the Angel beside him even understood what he was trying to say, but when he only got a confused frown Danny knew he just had to go for it.

In a flash of dull white two rings in circle Danny's body and changed his form.

The Angel's eyes grew wide as Danny turned from a scared pale skin 14-year-old, with black hair and piercing blue eyes, and into a young teen with snow-white hair, darkened skinned with earthy green freckles, neon green eyes, and a flaming crown that spun slowly around Danny's head.

The moment Danny finished transforming he looked back over at the Angel, and......

Danny had to try so hard to hold in his laughter and keep things on track, but he just couldn't help grin as his laugh stifled out.

The Angel was backing up to the other side of the seat, wings fully fluffed out as he looked like he was going to nearly yell from the shock he had from seeing Danny.

Danny chuckled for nearly a minute before finally talking to the scared man next to him.

"Okay since I got my voice back but I don't know how long I should keep in this form. I'll make things quick, first off I'm not a threat to humanity and in fact saved it a few times, secondly yes this is a real crown".

Danny stared at the angel to make sure he was listing which he was, he was also trying to open the door but kept missing the handle.

"As for my 'guardian' situation, it is complicated since technically in the middle of an ongoing custody argument, from what I can tell right now C.W and long Nose is working out different times or seniors they have guardian authority over me if that makes sense?".

All the angel did was shake his head but was too frightened to say a thing.

"Well since your questions are now over I'll be turning back to my human form, oh and one more thing"

Danny smiled his sweetest smile he could as he floated off the seat,

"I can promise you no matter what I will not harm your humans, I know what it means to lose the one you care about and I don't ever want to do that to you".

With that, Danny turned back into his human body which was a little more healed up now.

It took a few moments for Angel guy to calm down but he understands now, Danny wasn't a threat to him or his human family.

Both reentered the house through the front door, Danny made sure it was locked again as he went over and grabbed his locked journal, as he did so he saw Sam was just waking up.

Mr. Sasquatch freaked a tiny bit when he saw Danny wasn't in his arms and let out a relieved sigh when he noticed Danny was standing beside him.

" whew kid you scared me, I thought you had disappeared again".

Danny watched as the tall lumbering man stood up from the couch and was heading towards the kitchen, "want anything to eat? I think Bobby has down cereal and milk left".

Danny smiled and followed behind, even though it's been only a few days he really hopes that the angel will let him stay and not tell the others, at least not yet.

Danny wants to tell them when he's ready to and only told the angel so he knew Daniel wasn't a threat to him or the kind people around him.

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~Cas's pov~

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Castile looked up at the ceiling while laying in the uneven bed.

He still didn't really understand the meaning of sleep but he stayed since it meant Dean would cuddle him.

Last night he had to put a blessing to make sure no one could hear them and the power was now slowly fading away as dawn kept into the darkened glass.

Cas waited till he knew Dean wouldn't notice he had gotten up before leaving the bed, once up he quickly put on his clothing but 'mistakenly' had put on Dean's shirt.

Oh well he didn't have a lot of time to question Danny before Dean or anyone else woke up and it was a needed discussion between just the two of them.

Cas made sure to make no sound as he moved around the creaking house and made his way over to Sam who was snoring away like usual but with the small black-haired boy tucked into his arms almost like a cat would to keep warm.

As Cas waited he saw a faint glow of fire above the boy's head when he first saw Danny he almost mistook him for a demon or a benevolent spirit that had taken passion over the kid's frail body, but now it could be that his guardian has been using him as a vessel.

Cas had witnessed it before, a powerful guardian uses their ward as a body in a time of need or convince.

He waited till Danny woke up which had startled the boy, Cas wanted to apologize since it was a bit of a habit but there wasn't much time.

Once Danny was no longer cuddling up to Sam, Cas teleported them into the back seat of 'baby'.

"I need to know who your guardian is, this could mean the matter of life or death for you".

Cas looked at Danny to make sure he was listing and waited for a response, basically forgetting for a moment that Danny had bandages around his neck and wasn't even supposed to be talking, but after some silence, he realized his mistake and had to remind himself that people don't heal as quickly as angels.

When the only response he had gotten from the teen was a raised eyebrow Castile tried to make himself more clear.

" Look, you have been badly injured from the ghost attacking you and even though I tried I can not heal your body. Which is bad but also means that you have a guardian who has taken the main authority over you, and if I don't get their permission I can't help you even when you really need it as you do right now".

After the blurb of info stopped he noticed Danny was trying to communicate by other means but he wasn't understanding him at all.

Danny sighed and was thinking to himself for quite some time, and in an instant looked over at Cas with a different look in his eyes.

Before Castile could even react to the change the boy in front of him transformed in a flash of dull white, which made him quickly move to the opposite side of the seat near the car door.

What was in front of him he couldn't understand, where once there was a small pale boy with black as night hair and bandages was gone, he was replaced by a being that glowed with neon green vines, hair white as snow, a black and white bodysuit, and a flaming crown.

This creature that was using the boy's body and pulsed with the energy to fill the cosmos looked at him with vacant green eyes and chuckled at his fear.

What spoke to Cas wasn't anything human, his voice softly echoed as sensation kept into the car, it felt like he was trapped in a frozen wasteland with this thing as it spoke nonsense.

"Okay since I got my voice back but I don't know how long I should keep in this form. I'll make things quick, first off I'm not a threat to humanity and in fact saved it a few times, secondly yes this is a real crown".

Why would he care if the crown was real or not?

Was he always in control and is using Danny's body as a meat suit or was it just at random?

And how could this powerful being not be a threat to humanity, but there was no way to fight it.

Castile kept on trying to find the car handle so if things got bad he could leave, but his hand kept missing as the inhuman being kept on talking.

"As for my 'guardian' situation, it is complicated since technically in the middle of an ongoing custody argument, from what I can tell right now C.W and long Nose is working out different times or seniors they have guardian authority over me if that makes sense?".

All Cas could do was shake his head no, none of this was making sense unless...

Those were obviously code names, but what would C. W and long nose or more of who are they.

Was it possible that Danny was part if some three-way share holds between these powerful creatures, where they are taking turns on using the teen's body?

No that wouldn't make sense since any powerful being would ever share a body vessel, but Cas needed to get to the bottom of this.

Cas's mind was going in every direction trying to figure out what was even going on the creature talked again.

"Well since your questions are now over I'll be turning back to my human form, oh and one more thing",

Cas didn't like the sounds of that, what was he going to threaten Castile with.

He saw the ethereal being smile much more softly at Cas.

"I can promise you no matter what I will not harm your humans, I know what it means to lose the one you care about and I don't ever want to do that to you".

Oh great at least this one was making a promise not to harm his humans which was at least good!

That just left him and the rest of humanity to be possible targets!

With those last passing words the powerful immortal being lost possession over the boy's body and let him drop to the soft leather seat, Cas didn't even realize that Danny even floated up from it till now.

Both went inside, Castile needed to start thinking of a plan or at least get some information on whatever has control over Danny's body, he needed to act promptly for the sake of humanity.

Wait, should he tell the others?

Cas shook his head no, he didn't want to risk them and as long as Danny was close by that thing could take control over again, and if Castile himself couldn't even know what the creature is he doubts the hunters would know.

It would be safer this way, and he needed, WANTED, to keep Dean safe, he couldn't risk losing him again.

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~Danny's pov/ time skip~

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It had been nearly a week and a half now, and whatever the Winchester's and Bobby were trying to find was obviously not around anymore.

A few times Danny tried to see what they were trying to hunt but that always stopped him before Danny could get too close to even seeing the pictures Bobby had taken.

By now Danny had gained his voice back for his human form or more of he did on the second day but kept quiet till the end of the week so as not to scare anyone.

Danny noticed Cas -he finally heard what the angel guys name was after he finally heard someone say it-, was acting a little standoffish since there 'talk' but Danny wasn't going to complain about it.

Now that Danny had his voice back he had to try really hard not to say thing under his breath just in case anyone was listening.

During the days he was left alone he would update his notebook about what he read on spirits from Bobby's library since it seemed pretty useful.

Danny was talking to himself as he was rereading some entrees and updating them, Danny wasn't paying much attention around himself as he did so.

"Okay so I know now that I've been classifying some of these wrong, echos are at the bottom of the power chain, most spirits are actually unable to float or cause much damage, and a few are attached to their items".

Danny shivered as he thought back to both the ring lady and the dragon ghost, both had similar get-up but difference in power level.

Danny smiled at his new chart, feeling a little happy that he finally had some pieces fit more together.

" huh who knew the box ghost was more powerful than a lady in a nightgown".

As Danny finished up he closed up his notebook and was about to lock it back up when he was suddenly held by the scruff of his plaid shirt by Dean, who looked almost unimpressed but Danny knew he was going to give a lecturer again.

He waited for Dean but instead, he took Danny's notebook, letting him fall back onto the couch as he started to read through it.

The only thing Danny was relieved about is that when he mentioned himself in the book he didn't use his actual name but his nickname Phantom so it would be way harder to figure out who it was if something like this would happen.

Danny waited for about five minutes, five minutes of Dean just moving around the room and soon sitting across from Danny as he handed it over to Sam.

He looked at Dean's face who was actually smiling, not the happy go lucky smile, the smile of 'I just found something that I would have liked to know twenty years ago'.

Dean moved forward to grab his drink and sit back, still looking at Danny with the smile.

"Well kid, from the looks of it you have some explaining to do, I mean it's one thing to have weapons that are very obviously homemade but professionally, and another to have a complete book about, what was it, oh yeah a ghostly dimension, mapped out and all".

Danny swallowed hard, this was going to be hard to explain, including since he wasn't sure if Dean had read through all of it or just skimmed it.

Danny was about to speak until Dean put up one finger.

" but before you say anything I want you to answer the main questions that I have, one of which is how the hell you got all this information in the first place".

Daniel sighed, he knew this was going to be fun.

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End of chapter 4

[ladylynse]

Been thinking of superphantom lately, thoughts on it? Since it's been a while

I haven't anything specific at the moment since my brain's on different fandoms (honestly that would change if you wanted to ask about something specific), so have a general opinion and some random ideas the topic in general inspires.

I really like that crossover because it's just so versatile. The worlds fit together well but not perfectly, so you have loads of wiggle room to do pretty much whatever you want. There's so much potential with it, and not just revolving around the Winchesters following a hunt to Amity Park (Phantom, Spectra, Fright Knight, take your pick) or Danny running away or otherwise getting entangled with them, even if it's just a one-off encounter and/or that realization of 'you're not human/not an ordinary ghost'.

After the Leviathan, it might be a little more obvious to the scrutinizing eye that Vlad's dealings are not...wholly natural--assuming Bobby or someone else hasn't already pegged him as someone to watch under the assumption that he made a deal and will be getting his due when it's collection time. (Though, now that they look back at it--it's been more than ten years, and that's unusual, isn't it? Maybe they're not looking at the aftermath of a crossroads deal.)

Dani could wind up involved with the Wayward Sisters, who invariably turn up when things go sideways. Someone who needs a home? Not their first rodeo. Someone involved with the supernatural who needs a home? Also not their first rodeo. Someone involved with the supernatural who needs a home but doesn't want to admit they could use the help? Still not the first time Jody has done this, definitely shaping up like it might not be the last.

The Ghostwriter's amusement at finding a new set of characters to play with sours when it turns out that someone else keeps changing his endings. Really, who has the gall to think they can write a better script than the Ghostwriter?

Clockwork has had it up to here with angels and everyone else meddling in the timeline; it's getting to the point where he can't easily do damage control by himself and needs to call in help. Not that he'd say so in as many words, but Danny does owe him a favour.

Being a prophet sucked. Being stuck in the veil now that his life is over because of that sucks. Kevin was more than ready to move on once he finally got the opportunity. He did not sign up to somehow take a wrong turn and wind up in a place called the Ghost Zone.

The best hacker Tucker knows of goes by Charlie. When he reached out to ask for help with a job--Vlad's constantly upgrading his security systems--he didn't think she'd agree, but when she did? He was over the moon. So when she went dark unexpectedly? Well, Tuck's gotta make sure she's okay. After all, it's his fault she's on Vlad's radar.

Valerie didn't really expect to be hunting ghosts outside of Amity Park. She didn't expect to run into anyone else on the job, either. But she definitely didn't expect to be shot with fricking rock salt-filled shells because her suit pinged someone's homemade EMF meter.

Jazz does not consider herself to be religious despite growing up in a family that celebrated Christmas. She has never been particularly religious. But apparently, not every weird thing that happens around her is related to ghosts. And apparently, angels are real. And overshadow people. If they're stupid enough or desperate enough to agree to it, anyway.

When Sam leaves home, Grandma Ida gives her a sealed letter and tells her to open it only if she ever wants to learn more about the family. It seems nonsensical--she knows about the family; deli toothpick cellophane-twirling device heiress and all that--until Sam finally decides to open the letter and realizes that there is so much more to it than that. Turns out, she isn't the first person in her family to run around hunting things that go bump in the night.

When Dash tore his ACL, he could see his future slipping through his fingers. Yeah, he was desperate enough to try anything, even something he was pretty sure wouldn't work. He did it for laughs, okay? He wasn't expecting anyone to actually show up at the crossroads. (That didn't stop him from kissing them to seal the deal, though.)

There are so many ways this crossover can go. You can just pick a character and the opportunities spring up from there. It's fun.

[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)

[reallydumbdannyphantomaus]

How do you feel about Superphantom (Supernatural and Danny Phantom crossovers)? And if you like it / hate it / feel neutral about it, is there any fic within that crossover you have strange feelings about?

hmmmm i'm mostly neutral i suppose. i don't really have any big feelings about it but i don't think i'd ever read a crossover between the two for a couple reasons

reason 1: i'm not a big supernatural fan, and what i did like about supernatural was never dean, but sam. spn fics tend to be really focused on dean, though, so it's just not my thing

reason 2 (and the bigger reason): i feel like the ghost lore in supernatural is just incompatible with the ghost lore in dp. in spn, ghost are first and foremost monsters. in dp, they can be good or bad depending on personality and even a given situation. they can have as much nuance as an individual human. in order to crossover the two series, one of these things has to be changed, and i don't really want them to be haha

turns out i had more thoughts on the matter than i realized lmao

[ectokelpeigh]

Look I love and respect superphantom stories where Dean and Sam are flabbergasted by Danny's OPness and how there's this whole kind of ghosts attached to this dimension they've never heard of

But I think by season 9 the Brutthers™ are so used to having their understanding of the universe flipped-turned upside down that they'd go full Mulaney a la "This might as well happen."

They've both been to hell, heaven, and purgatory. So they hear about the Ghost Zone and they're like yeah ok sure what's one more afterlife dimension. They accepted the Empty's existence easy enough

Especially after Jack's birth. Oh hey half-ghost superhero kid and King of Ghosts by right of conquest meet our adult-shaped adopted archangel nephilim baby. You'll like him but heads up he probably won't get your snappy jokes. And they've been introduced to the multiverse

[kettlefire]

SuperPhantom Prompt Idea

Danny was used to his barren wasteland. A plane of existence only ghosts can be apart of. A break between reality, and the dead. No living soul can be found.

After years and years as the ghost king, fighting hard to protect his spirits. He failed.

Lost his friends, his family, and he's kingdom.

He was alone. He finally, finally accepted it. Trapped himself in his barren world, wandering the empty streets as days progressed.

Blissfully unaware of what occurred outside his walls.

If his kingdom didn't want to listen to him, if they wanted to follow the road that lead to the end of their afterlife, so be it. He wasn't going to force anyone to do anything.

Imagine he's surprise when he hears him.

An angry short man screaming in the streets at nothing. Danny watched for a bit from the distance, settled on a rooftop.

The man wasn't just yelling. Not in despair and anger. No, this man was challenging him. Calling forth the King.

The King that hasn't existed in centuries. There is no king without a kingdom.

Winchester. Dean Winchester.

Memories of a very similar man flickered through Danny's mind. He hadn't heard that name in forever. Time moved differently here, it felt like ages since he'd last heard that name.

Since he last interacted with hunters.

After the events that accord last time Danny associated with a Winchester, one can imagine he's hesitance.

He's had nothing but peace and silence for so long, the fear of a life without it loomed heavy.

He wasn't going to help. Why would he? It would do him no good, none at all. Danny wasn't connected to whatever it was going on with the living.

Except he was. Because if this Kevin Tran this man is going on about links back to Sam Manson, he'd be damned if he failed her again.

He'd be damned to let anymore of his family's lineage get ruined by the supernatural.

[bookeatingworm]

(DP prompt) “Do you really think ghosts are the only supernatural creatures out there? Mr. Fenton, you and your family have become part of a bigger universe. You just don’t know it yet.”

Sam and Dean couldn't believe the words coming out of this women's mouth, but by the looks of surprise in almost everyone in the house face they were awfully surprised, other then their son who rolled their eyes in the back with a knowing look.

"You signed up for supernatural hunting and your telling me this entire time you thought that you were only dealing with ghosts?"

"Well we only had ghost coming out the portal, and"

"PORTAL?"

[wolfeyedwitch]

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Danny Fenton & Bobby Singer Characters: Danny Fenton, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer Additional Tags: Danny Fenton's parents are terrible, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Medical Torture, references other works in this series, Smart Sam Winchester, but he doesn't always show it very well, this whole thing is just him working towards apologizing to Danny, and it takes multiple chapters, seriously, More tags as I go, no beta we die like Sam and Dean Series: Part 3 of Hunters and Halfas Summary:

Sam Winchester is many things: a hunter, a brother, a son. And currently? A hypocrite.

Bobby points out that Sam should have known better than to treat Danny as poorly, because Sam himself has been hunted for powers that weren't in his control. This is Sam trying to apologize.

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Chapter 4 is now up! The boys deal with how Crowley’s visit affected Danny, as well as summon the king to ask:

Hey. What the fuck.

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing from the waist up of Danielle from Danny Phantom in her human form and Claire Novak from Supernatural. Both are holding swords and showing them off excitedly. Danielle’s is the Fright Knight’s sword, solidly neon green and glowing slightly. Claire’s is her angel sword, silver and triangular with a black grip and bronze detailing.]

@amorpho‘s Crossover Danuary 2023 ↳ Honorary mention, Supernatural

They’ve got swords and that’s going to be everyone’s problem

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty

"Nasty Burger"

Ao3

Summary: SuperPhantom. At last, Valerie bids the boys farewell.

- - -

Valerie took off her cap and put her nametag in her pocket.

“Cover me.” She told her coworker, Carrie, and left her behind the register. She didn’t ask her, because Carrie owed her one, and this wasn’t up to discussion.

She exited through the back and rounded to the front, where a well-maintained Chevy Impala was slowing down and parking carelessly. Sam and Dean climbed out of the car whilst Cas simply appeared out of it.

“So…” Dean started, but didn’t continue.

They were awkward like that, Valerie had gotten to know in the short time they had been in Amity; they could talk her through how to hunt a werewolf step by step and with gory details, but stumbled and stuttered the moment they had to express anything close to feelings.

“I guess this is goodbye.” She said, with a hand on her hip and the other one grabbing the seam of her jeans with two fingers in a nervous tic.

“Guess it is.” Dean said, shrugging a little with his hands in his jacket’s pockets.

She wasn’t the only one emotional, at least.

“This town’s gonna be pretty protected, now, even with ghosts as strong as these. And we’ll be ready, too, if we ever face an ecto-entity out there.” Sam smiled more openly, and Val couldn’t help but smile back.

Yeah, they had taught her a lot, but so had she; now they knew everything she did about ghosts, the world was a safer place for humanity.

“‘sides, with the hunting life the way it is, I won’t be surprised if we meet again.”

“There is nothing set in stone anymore, the future is unpredictable.” Castiel said and by now Valerie could actually read the intent behind his words.

“Yeah.” She smiled at the dork.

They all stayed silent for a moment an awkward, dumb moment that Valerie was more than willing to break by pulling the brothers in for a hug that she knew Castiel would join in, awkwardly shuffling in until he had his arms wrapped around them three.

“I’ll miss you guys.” She said, muffled by flanne.

“Don’t worry, kid.”

“You got this.”

- - -

So! I had a cute, funny SuperPhantom crossover where I did several references to John Mulaney’s “Streets smarts!” bit and had a great time! But then shit hit the fan and Mulaney said “this transphobe is my bestie!” and is now going “oooh, woke is annoying, boo-hoo!” SO, the cute crossover I enjoyed writing now has a bitter taste in my mind, and now the lil plans I had thought about for it have been scratched. This is the last I write about this ‘verse, because without the jokes is not the same, and it was supposed to bring me joy.

Thanks, John fucking Mulaney, for showing your true colours.

Remember when we thought there was a stand-up comedian who was not an intolerant asshole and we could lower our guard a bit? Yeah, me too.

[spectre-z3]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer Additional Tags: Supernatural - Freeform, danny phantom - Freeform, superphantom, phantomnatural, Angst Summary:

(This is a story that includes both Danny Phantom and the Winchester boys from Supernatural. I also hope to add some angst in, so don't read if you aren't into that. I hope to put out a steady stream of updates. And yes, I'm aware that the usual name for this crossover is SuperPhantom, but it doesn't really sit right with me, so I went with PhantomNatural. Current cover is my own cover, artwork is mine.)