A.N. I am not promising any frequency here, but I got some scraps and put them together.

The Winchesters had to admire the boy's resourcefulness. Once they passed the old, ruined parts of the factory, a very clean housing area came into view. The brothers noticed that everything around looked more than livable. It was as if they had entered an entirely different building. Danny noticed their reactions even without looking at the hunters. Smirking, the teen turned around with an inexplicable energy. The brothers actually wondered about its source. He was way too positive for someone interrogating demons.

"Like it?" The boy asked. "Cost me a fortune, especially the red wood you are so kindly sullying with those boots of yours. Why did I put it there, anyway?" He mumbled.

Sam and Dean looked down. The condition of their muddy boots was less than appropriate.

"Uhm...and where did you take the money?" Dean asked.

"Call me a rich Pinocchio," the teen grinned, before gesturing to follow once more. "The one who has little understanding on what rich people spend money. But even I am shocked by the prices Harvard gives. That's honestly more horrifying each time I look at the bill."

"You...study at Harvard?" Sam asked in surprise. It hadn't been that long since he himself had to abandon Stanford just for the sake of searching for his father. The boy was a hunter, obviously...and it struck yet another cord.

"Nope. They didn't like the results of my finals. But in all honesty, I am better here. I...don't want my big sister to get involved into this whole mess, you know? She's better off at the university. Far, far away. Especially from me and my crazy shenanigans."

"And how does she bode with you risking your life on a daily basis?" Dean raised an eyebrow, no longer looking at the picture on the wall.

"She calls me every single day to check up on me. And it has been a while since I've really risked my life. Not that I HAVE any life, mind you. But I make the others do the jobs for me. Albeit I've become very good at making speeches."

"A damn monster psychiatrist," the older brother muttered and shook his head. Then he noticed that Sam looked out of this world. "Sammy, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

No, it was not nothing. Not at all. Something seemed extremely suspicious here. That ectoplasm leakage could not appear out of nowhere. The thing about ectoplasm is that it only appeared during the ghostly possession. But it was totally illogical. Ghosts ignored pentagrams, the thing coming out during the exorcism was the most obvious demon. When did a ghost possess him? It was a major concern, because only the most powerful and malignant specters had the power to possess people and leave this ectoplasmic trace. Maybe the boy had not only the weak poltergeist in his disposal. And why the hell was he even buddies with them?

"Listen, about that poltergeist..."

"Box Ghost? What about him?"

"Why is he so..."

"Annoying? Arrogant? Don't know man, he has been like that since day one."

"Does your rehabilitation program extend to the ghosts?" Dean asked sarcastically. He still couldn't come to terms with this fact.

They were now in what looked like kitchen in every sense. It was furnished like one, at least. The brothers and their host sat at the wooden table, before Danny tapped on its surface. Suddenly the fridge opened and two bottles of beer, along with a can of Dr.Pepper emerged and flew across the entire room, right before them.

"Cheers," Danny opened the can. "And as for your question, Dean...yes, ghosts especially. It all began with ghosts. My turn to ask questions, don't you mind? It's only fair."

The brothers looked at each other and shrugged. "Go ahead, kid," said Dean and made a gulp of beer.

"Crowley," the boy's tone instantly changed. The joking was no more and he spoke with all seriousness. "I want to know everything, more than that blunt response from a couple of minutes ago."

"Huh, well. This is the most sleazy and sneaky demon there is down there," Sam summarized. "And the current King of Hell, as you know already."

"So I have guessed. Anything else?"

"Well, you will recognize him instantly," Dean continued. "The bastard never changes his meatsuit. An annoying Scottish with a beard. One point — never trust him. Ever."

Danny laughed. "Never trust a demon, what a surprise."

"You trusted the Yellow-eyed enough," Sam noted.

"It was different. Azazel obviously staged the demon attacks at first to make me more lenient. Yes, I sent them straight into Oblivion the second they showed their faces...but I saw the possible danger to the people of the town. So far the demons only targeted me, but the people were still harmed. If they began harming the people intentionally...I didn't want to turn Amity Park into a war zone. We have enough problems with feral ghosts."

"Feral?"

"Well, we classify them. Ferals are those who have lost any sense of sentience. They only wish to kill. And for them it is a lost cause, I'm afraid. We also split them into power levels."

Dean choked on the beer and laughed. "Power levels? What is this? Dragon ball Z?"

"The tenth level can defeat an archangel, I wouldn't be laughing if I were you."

The brothers stared. Never to their memory could they remember any specter being that powerful. They had fought Lucifer, they knew just what an archangel could do. Well, not fought per say...in an open fight they would be dead. Maybe the key was in the ghosts being undead, and thus impossible to end if you don't burn the remnants. But so was an archangel, they were just as hard to kill. The latter could simply destroy everything and hit the target by accident, if anything.

"And how many of them are there?" Sam asked worryingly.

"To my memory, there are only two. One, however, is locked within the prison, sleeping for eternity. The other never actually uses his power. The old stopwatch just sits in his domain and watches everything around like some sort of TV show."

"You've met him?"

"Yep," Danny grinned. "At first I thought he wanted to kill me, but all of that was just a long-going scheme to teach me a valuable life lesson. Cheating is bad guys."

"Alright, I'm calling bullshit," Dean put down the bottle and looked directly into the ice blue eyes. They actually sent shivers down his spine, with how cold the color alone was. "You are...what, sixteen? And you are saying that you chatted with Death, have an entire underground syndicate and know some sort of godly being? To me it sounds like bullshit."

Danny chuckled. "I know, the last years have been very eventful. So," he clasped his hands. "We find ourselves here. You, two hunters with, as I've been told, an extremely long list of deeds, may assist. We might help each other."

"And what do you give us?" Dean asked, before being nudged by Sam.

The teen shrugged. "I, an extremely influential person, will owe you big time."

"And that implies..."

Danny smirked, "That implies whatever you need. I can tap on some of my old deals. Hell, I even know a genie that actually fulfills the wishes. However, we will have to press her against the wall so as she doesn't twist the wish for some grotesque joke."

"Genies don't fulfill wishes," Dean grumbled. "They put you in coma and suck your blood."

"Don't forget that there are different legends," Danny grinned. "In some stories the genies actually do that, albeit, as I said, they have fun by putting a human through the torture this way."

"Huh," Sam rubbed his chin. "I've seen those stories, but I thought it was a misconception. You have read a lot."

Danny smiled. "No, not me. Sammy did the reading. Before she became what she is, and even now she loves those stories. You can say that she is our main folklore specialist."

They suddenly heard the door open and close, before the chatter reached everyone.

"Why do you even bother parking?" A female voice sounded. "We are in the middle of nowhere."

"Well, excuse me, it is my car we are talking about. Get your own and then leave it wherever you want. I am the one risking my life being near you," that voice belonged to a male. Then they heard a pained yelp, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

Two brothers raised their eyebrows while looking at each other.

"Danny! We are back!" The girl called.

"In the kitchen, guys," Danny responded, "And we have guests!"

Not a second too soon the two newcomers barged in, guns in their hands. Both Winchesters jumped and reached for their own.

"Guys, calm down!" The raven haired teen called, "What are you doing?"

His friends lowered their guns. They both looked to be around the same age as the owner of the place. The boy was dark-skinned, with green eyes and the glasses over them. He was wearing a red beret, along with the yellow sweater. A startling combination. In his hands he held a futuristic silvery gun. The girl was a hottie in Dean's eyes, well, if she was a older, of course. OF COURSE. A hottie of the dark gothic type, with her short raven hair, vibrant purple eyes and lipstick. A black tank top with a purple circle in the middle funnily reversing Danny's T-shirt's pattern with dark colors. A short skirt a bit lower, with fishnet leggings and combat boots. The same gun was in her slim hands. Both of them slowly lowered their weapons.

"Well, sorry, Danny," the girl started sarcastically, "Last time you mentioned guests you were tied to a radiator."

"Hey, I could get out any second, I just needed you to distract them back then," Danny shrugged.

"Wait," Sam Winchester started slowly, looking at the girl, "I remember you."

"I...don't think we've met..." the girl started slowly.

"Dean...remember the nest in Chicago?"

"Yeah..." Dean's eyes widened as he slowly went for the gun. The girl narrowed her eyes, for some reason not yet attacking, but cocking the pistol. Danny only sighed heavily.

"Sammy, I told you to stay away from that shithole," he said.

"You are not my Dad, Danny. Besides, you don't seem to have a problem with inviting hunters here. And they, as far as I can tell, are more dangerous to me than my friends will ever be."

The raven haired teen sighed heavily, "I am your boyfriend and your caretaker. The fact that you all are vampires does not change the issue of them being a bunch of renegades and scoundrels. We'll talk about it later, I guess, for now, pray tell how exactly you have encountered each other."

"There is little to talk about," Sam the human explained, "She tried to save one of her friends, but he told her to get away..."

He then realized that the girl's lover was in the same room. The Winchesters waited for the response, aside from the baleful glare of Sam herself. Phantom did look at them with a note of silent anger, but did not show it so obviously. They could have killed her and he wouldn't even be there to help. That's why he didn't want her to stay near the others of her kin, they were constantly at the crosspoint of the hunters' gun. Sam was safer with him.

"Why are they here?" The girl asked.

"Simple. These two tracked you here. And, they are going to help your problem."

"Now wait here, kid," Dean raised his hand, "We did not agree on anything."

While Sam the girl leaned against the wall, glaring daggers at the visitors, Tucker sat at the table after fetching a soda, Danny leaned on the back of his seat.

"I gave you the reason to agree. I understand how ephemeral this promise is...so I have an offer that is more substantial. How does half a million dollars sound?"

Everyone's jaws hit the floor.

"Danny!" Sam exclaimed and walked to her boyfriend, "What are you doing? You cannot just throw away money like that."

"I'm not throwing them away," the young man smiled softly at her, "I'll do everything to help you, Sammy. I don't care about the expenses."

The girl blushed slightly, looking at the floor, "You don't have to," she mumbled.

"I don't. But what are petty expenses when I have tons of money and I want to help the pretty lady I love so much."

"Alright, lovebirds," Tucker rolled his eyes, "Let's get to the point, I am starving and I have to be home by the curfew."

Both of the teens seemed non-amused. But they did not complain, Sam just pecked Danny on the lips, before sitting near him. The Winchesters only observed, a bit uncomfortable about how open they were. Dean thought that the guy was daring, dating a vampire like that. Sam the hunter thought it was sweet, but still unnecessary into their faces. He coughed awkwardly.

"So, what was that job?" He asked.

"You know about the monsters disappearing. I now know whose fault it is, but I wish to know more. You will help me, being the professional hunters and all. Find the reason behind these disappearances, I will help you along the way. I have the leading clue."

"So we are actually gonna be paid for what we do best? Damn, I'm living the dream," Dean chugged the beer, before stopping, "Wait, what do you mean by 'helping along the way?'"

"I'm coming with you," Danny grinned and everyone was left thunderstruck.

"Danny, it might not be the best idea," Sam slowly began.

"Oh, common, Sammy-kins, I am stuck in this town for god knows how long. I want to get a breather, and it's not like anything is going to happen in my absence. I'll just tell Walker and he will be the one dealing with the mess here."

The brothers looked at each other. The offer was indeed very tempting, but there must have been a catch, they were too used to that kind of stuff. Something was fishy about the deal, but as long as they weren't forced to sign some long scroll... Besides, that task was similar to what they were doing already, and they were going to get paid. Havingaving an extra company was way too bothersome. Winchesters didn't know how well the kid could handle himself, after all, he wasn't a hunter in a traditional sense. Then again, Bobby could bust the head of each and every monster at his doorstep.

"Then I am coming with you, Danny," Said Sam the vampire.

"Woah, woah, one kid is enough, we are no babysitters," Dean raised his hand.

"I am not leaving him with you two," the girl glared at the hunters.

"Let's...not get hasty here," Sam slowly got up, "Alright. Dean?"

"What, 'Dean'? I am not letting a bloodsucker even touch my baby!" His brother retorted.

"See?" Danny laughed, "We both have people who dislike each other's company. Together we will achieve the universal balance of hating each other. Perfectly balanced."

"Yeah, yeah, don't mind me," Tucker spoke up for the first time in a long while.

"Oh, sorry, Tuck. What do you want to do?"

"Well, unlike with you two, my parents would flip if I left the state with a couple of weird people with guns in their car. And I doubt that Winchesters would be happy to have another dude on the team."

"Wait a moment...how do you know I have guns in my car?" Dean asked.

"Isn't that obvious?" Tucker opened a soda can, "Anyways, I see that the dinner is delayed. I'm going home. Before you leave, though, please call me guys."

"Sure thing, dude."

Tucker snatched himself a packet with food and went away, saluting his friends as he went away.

"Don't know what we would do without that nerdy Casanova," Danny chuckled, looking at the brothers, "Able to hack into every server there is. Keeps FBI off our backs."

"Really?" Sam asked, "We could have used this a lot of times before."

"Yeah, but you were officially dead last time I checked, so you must be lucky."

"So," Dean asked, "What's your plan, boss?"

"Boss?" His brother looked at him incredulously.

"Too much sass, this one has," Danny rolled his eyes, "Anyways. Our plan is just that. We will have to go to Ohio. The last clues were leading there, the informer will be waiting for us there."

Dean picked the best time to ask one question in particular. "And what about that Phantom dude?"

That got one interesting reaction. The kids seemed almost lost there for a moment. Danny was the first one to come to the realization.

"He is our...well...interesting colleague," he began, "He pays a hefty sum of money to us for sending the ghosts where they belong. To their own little world."

"What are you talking about?"

"So you don't know? All of the ghosts you see here are but...the tiny, neglectable percent of the entirety of ghosts. They are supposed to exist in their own world. And if Hell and Heaven are below and above human world respectively, their dwelling is in parallel with ours. It's like...when God created Earth he took a blank list of paper, but got some blots on it and thus he had to create Earth on the other side. These blots, this other side is basically something akin to purgatory."

"Well, that's...enlightening," Sam noted, "Cannot imagine what it is like."

"I have been there and returned," Danny smiled, "Of course, not without spending a whole year there. Ghosts are better there, you know, they have people to talk to, people who understand. The king is in charge of that place. And Phantom is, well..."

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean put down the bottomless bottle, "The people in the town described him as a kid who fights other ghosts. Causes damage, harms people."

"Collateral damage. Sadly, such things are unavoidable. He is a ghost whose obsession will never coincide with harming people. Anyway. Let's eat. Help yourself with that bag over there. Me and Sammy are going to eat separately. We need to talk anyway."

The invitation didn't need to be repeated twice. The couple swiftly left the kitchen, leaving the brothers alone.

"On a scale from wholesome to concerning, how would you rate this day?" Sam asked.

"I rate it 'shit not of brown colour'," Dean responded.

"What?"

"No matter how it may look, everything remains the same, Sam. This is just too batshit insane."

"We are meeting all sorts of people along the way. And Dean, remember the prize for this hunt?"

"Since when are you so greedy?"

"I'm just reminding you. Dean, we aren't some Godsend specials in each and every case. Surely there are people just as or more in contact with that world than us. Think, we haven't done that much talking. Surely someone would have tried and succeeded. You heard him, he helps more or less reasonable ones. I find it believable."

"Whatever."

Meanwhile the couple went to their own lovely spot. The factory was built in a way that the roof was fairly accessible. Shall you pass a couple of corridors and rooms, press a button and go up an unfolded ladder, you would end up just there. The night sky was exceptionally beautiful in this poorly lit area. Bright, vibrant and clearly visible. And up on the tiled roof, on a bench standing there, the two sat with a bag full of food. Sam clutched her knees, deep in thought.

"You could have asked me, Daniel," she grumbled. Danny flinched, as his girlfriend rarely called him by his full name.

"Sorry, Sammy. It is just...I want to help you. You are not okay. You almost killed that damn bum by sucking him dry."

"I will be fine," she stubbornly responded.

"No you won't. If anything, it is only getting worse. I will get to the root of the problem and rip. It. Out!"

The roof was covered in a thin layer of ice as the temperature around dropped to the abysmal level.

"Danny..." Sam said softly, "Please calm down. I just...don't want you to risk your life."

"Sam. You know who I am. Plus, you are coming with me. At least for the first few times we will be catching our enemies by surprise."

"And who do you think is going after us?"

"Well, I don't know, the King of Hell, maybe? We are playing a dangerous game. But they won't be able to harm me that much."

"King of Hell? But Azazel..."

"Is dead. Besides, would we really trust him? That bastard deserved what he got."

"Are you still blaming yourself? Danny, you did what you had to. The city still exists only because of that deal."

"I could have stopped him, Sam. How many people did he kill in the process? How many have to die in the future because of them? The contract is gone into the trash bin. Just today I caught a scout of theirs. If I had the means to kill them, I would have. Now Crowley knows. He will come and impose his own demands. But this time the case is different. This time I am in charge. And if the demons as much as make a step here, I could always lay even more destruction on Hell."

"Danny, this is not you."

Danny sighed, putting a hand over his face, "I'm sorry. So much is happening right now and..."

He felt the girl lean on his side, putting her head on his shoulder.

"Danny. Everything will be okay," Sam put her soft palm on his cheek. "I will always be with you. No matter what. But please, don't you turn all 'evil tyrant' on me," she smiled softly.

The teens chuckled, before deeply kissing each other.