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Summoned: Chapter 1

The first thing Danny realized was that his head was pounding and that he was sprawled on the ground. He brought a palm to his aching temple, hoping the pressure would somehow alleviate the violent throbbing against his skull. As Danny rolled onto his side, a searing, white-hot pain shot through him, momentarily immobilizing him. 'Bad move, Fenton,' he thought with a hiss, 'something's definitely busted.' That much was obvious; merely taking a breath was agonizing. 'Probably cracked a rib or two…' he thought with contempt. 'Great. Just what I needed.' It was moments like this that Danny couldn't help but think the universe had it out for him.

Slowly, and with teeth clenched, Danny pulled himself up, shifting his weight onto his elbows. Doing his best to subdue the pain, Danny then proceeded to right himself into a seated position, his knees loosely crossed and an arm cradling his side.

"What the heck hit me?" he absently groaned out, knowing full well what—or rather, who—had.

One minute Danny's knee-deep in the middle of a nasty bout of fisticuffs with the Fright Knight and the next? He's suddenly in some dilapidated (probably condemned, if the boarded up windows and termite damage was anything to go by) looking house, staring up at two rather perplexed looking men. Kind of odd, but hey, it could be worse, right?

Danny doubted they were ghost hunters, since the men didn't seem to be packing any kind of ecto-weaponry. A quick scan of the room affirmed there was nothing nearby, either. What Danny did notice, however, was a little disconcerting. Aside from the fact he was smack dab in the middle of some kind of weird pentagram, that the walls were covered in odd symbols, and that there seemed to be some kind of altar nearby, the teen had spotted an assortment of firearms and blades in a duffle bag off to the side. They might not be packing ecto-weapons, but these men were definitely packing. Danny felt a slight reassurance in the fact that he would be able to handle them easily enough if they decided to turn hostile.

"Uh, excuse me," Danny spoke up, interrupting a heated, albeit hushed, argument the two men were having amongst themselves, "but would you dudes mind telling me what's going on? Where am I?"

"Can it, kid, the adults're talking!" the shorter of the two men snapped, eliciting a scowl from the teen. Danny so didn't have time to deal with this kind of crap.

"Look, mister," Danny interjected, a palm raised and facing them, his head lowering as he let loose an exasperated sigh, "I was kinda in the middle of fighting a ghost and I'd really like to get back to that, so if you wouldn't mind-" whatever else Danny had been meaning to say died in his throat at the piercing looks the two men were suddenly shooting his way.

"Ghosts?" the same man repeated. "You were fighting ghosts?"

"A ghost," Danny emphasized by holding up his index finger, "just one. Specifically the Fright Knight, actually." Danny wasn't quite sure how to interpret the dubious expressions that crossed the men's faces at that admission, so he decided to just continue.

"I get this probably sounds pretty crazy-" the shorter man snorted while the taller of the two looked away, shuffling his weight uncomfortably, "-but I really need to get back and help my friends before anything happens to them, so could you just cut the crap and tell me what's going on? I mean, who are you guys, and what's with this whole 'hail Satan!' set up?" As Danny motioned to the area surrounding him, he missed how the two men bristled at the remark. "Though, this does kind of look like something Sam would do…"

And suddenly, there was a gun in Danny's face, aimed right between his eyes.

"Excuse me?" The shorter of the two snapped with a twitch of his head, his eyes narrowed as he gave the teen a good, long look. "How d'you know his name?" he growled out as he nudged his head to the other man—Sam, apparently.

Reflexively, Danny raised his hands. "Whoa! Calm down, dude," he started in an attempt to placate the man, "I didn't know the sashquatch's name 'til you told me, just now…" The teen licked at his lips as he exchanged quick glances between the two. "I've got a friend named Sam—Samantha, but no one calls her that unless they want a good whomping. She's a goth—likes to dabble in the macabre and all that kinda stuff…" Danny trailed off, not sure what else to say to defuse the situation.

"Dean," Danny caught the giant—other Sam—whisper as he motioned to Danny with a nudge of his head and a crinkle of his brow, as if beseeching the shorter man.

Apparently whatever kind of nonverbal communication the two had exchanged worked in Danny's favor as the shorter man, Dean, let loose an exasperated huff and an expression crossed his face that Danny wasn't quite sure how to interpret before he lowered his gun. If only out of the teen's face.

The tension in the room seemed to drop with Dean's gun, and Danny released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Sure, Danny would be able to avoid the bullet no problem if he went intangible, but just because he could dodge it didn't mean he enjoyed having a gun in his face anymore than the next person.

"What's with the light show?" Dean questioned Danny, motioning around the teen with the barrel of his gun. The shift in topic was so sudden that it completely caught Danny off guard.

Danny's brows furrowed in confusion, and he spared a self-conscious glance at himself. "…you mean the glow?" Danny replied as he replaced a hand on his aching ribs with a sharp hiss, oblivious to the way the men's brows creased at the action. "I've never really thought about it." he replied, "I always figured it just came with being a ghost."

A/N: I wrote this on a whim after marathoning Supernatural recently. There're some things plotted out for this, such as season placement, but nothing much. This is primarily something put together on a whim, so please bare that in mind.

Updates will be sporadic at best, if they come at all. I might also post unrelated drabbles later, idk. Mostly just trying to get in more practice with writing. Feel free to let me know what you think.