Okay so lets pretend that this is pre season one of supernatural so Sam is like 16 and let's make Danny like 16 so that way we don't have any weird age gaps that make my writing and moral seem quite so questionable. Ha ha ha…
Sam was on ghost patrol, yes little Sammy Winchester, while his big oh-so-responsible brother was out picking up chicks like the stud he thought he was.
"Dammit Dean…" He whined as he shone his flashlight around the empty warehouse. He had been picking up odd EMF reading from this area and decided he would take a look around. Now though he was regretting it, it was cold dark and spooky and without Dean or John (Yes John he refused to call that man Dad) Sam was feeling a little vulnerable. This warehouse was getting reading all over and Sam paused to take a better look around.
"It's filled with…boxes?" He questioned to no one, "What the heck?"
They weren't just like regular boxes thought, there were packages and presents and well just about anything that could be considered a box in the warehouse. The EMF meter started blinking and beeping out of control as Sam neared a stack of packing boxes and he took a step back pulling out his iron blade.
"Beware! I am the box ghost!" Called the spectre that leaped from behind the boxes. It didn't make a move to hurt him just stood in its ghostly aura with its hands above its head and fingers wiggling.
"What the hell is going on?" Sam asked again to no one, maybe the ghost. This had to be a prank Dean set up, this was all way to out of some cartoon he would have watched as a kid. "Box Ghost? That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard." Sam huffed crossing his arms.
"Tell me about it." A voice said from beside him before a beam of light shot past and sucked up the Box Ghost.
Wiping around Sam stared at the ghost that appeared beside him. "Gah!" He cried falling back a step and glaring at the new ghost.
"Hey, thanks for distracting him." The ghost said tossing his snow white hair out of his glowing green eyes as he nodded to where the Box Ghost had stood.
"Who are you?" Sam hissed wondering why the ghost was talking to him instead of trying to kill him.
"The name's Danny, Danny Phantom." He smirked his pose showing the pride he felt at holding that name, "How can you not know who I am?"
"I'm not from around here, we just came yesterday, my Dad's on a hunting trip and my brother is trying to pick up chicks at some joint called 'Nasty Burger'" Sam's nose crinkled in disgust, his brother was such a pig. The ghosts face mirrored his own.
"Ew gross that's just well nasty…" Danny said slinging the odd thermos shaped device he's sucked the ghost into over his shoulder. Sam nodded wondering what the heck this ghost was doing here hunting other ghosts. He didn't look any older than Sam, of course that didn't mean that he wasn't, appearances could be deceiving.
"Why are you hunting ghosts?" Sam asked him finally taking a moment to look Danny over. His costume looked like a super hero with the D shaped emblem on the chest and the white boots and gloves.
"It's my job," Danny shrugged, "I have to protect the citizens of AmityPark from the ghosts that seem to always be escaping here."
"But you're a ghost." Sam stated the obvious.
"Actually, only half ghost." Danny corrected, "It's a long story and you don't need to hear it."
Half ghost how was that even possible, was he possessed? How do you become half a ghost? Maybe a wish gone wrong, fairies, dragons? Djini? His mind was spinning trying to come up with an answer.
"What about you? What are you doing stalking warehouses in the middle of the night?" Danny asked Sam giving him his best parental disapproval look.
"It's my job I'm on patrol while Dean's off playing patty cake. We're hunters we hunt supernatural things." Sam couldn't quite hide the spite in his voice at his brother leaving him to do this by himself.
Danny was quiet for a moment before nodding. "So we basically do the same job 'cept I'm half ghost. Cool." He smiled and floated closer to the nervous Sam.
Sam flinched a little at the ghosts approach but held his ground. "Yeah I guess so." He said trying to hold eye contact with the creature. It was hard though when the glowing green seemed to fluxuate and pulse with what Sam supposed was a heart beat. Come to think of it Danny wasn't that bad looking for a ghost. Sam shook his head trying to clear his mind of the thought path it was going down. Ew Gross No he would not think like that. Danny was a BOY for gods sake what would Dean say if he found out about Sam's secret appreciation of his own gender. He would probably throw him out of the house, car…he would leave him on the side of the road.
Danny noticed the boy shake his head and wondered what was going through it. A hunter, he had heard about them briefly though the grape vine of the ghost zone and had been warned to STAY AWAY AT ALL COSTS. Clearly he wasn't a very good listener, but this boy didn't seem to dangerous. His fluff of mouse brown hair hung in is eyes and it made Danny smile. He was kinda cute if you looked at him the right way. Danny guessed they were probably the same age and it looked like the boy was going through that awkward stage of puberty where nothing seemed to be going quite right with his body. He was tall and lanky and had yet to fill out with muscle, all arms and legs and innocence.
"What's your name?" Danny asked him breaking Sam out of his little panic induced trance.
"Sam, Sam Winchester." He told Danny without a smile trying to hold neutral.
"Well it was nice to meet you Sam but I gotta go, I have school tomorrow and I still got a few more rounds to make." Danny explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
Sam glanced at his watch surprised with how much time had passed since he left the motel. "Shit! Me too!" Sam ran off in the direction of the motel knowing it would take a good hour or more to get back there.
"Hey! Hunter boy! Do you need a lift?" Danny called floating after him.
Sam skidded to a halt, he did but he didn't want to accept help from a ghost. On the other hand though he could get home faster which meant more sleep, which also meant he wouldn't be so tired for his first day at a new school. Begrudgingly Sam nodded, "That would be nice." He said.
"Alright, c'mon then." Danny smiled holding out a hand which Sam cautiously took.
In half a second they were invisible and soaring through the air at 112 miles an hour. "Where are we going?!" Danny asked shouting through the noise of the wind.
"The motel on Second street!" Sam shouted back his heart racing as Danny changed direction. Before he knew it Sam's feet were planted back on solid ground and the ghost was letting him go.
"Thanks…" Sam uttered a little breathless looking at Danny with his big doe eyes.
"No problem Sam see you around." Danny smirked with an off hand salute he flew into the night, disappearing among the stars.
Shaking his head Sam unlocked the door to the motel room and walked inside. Dean still wasn't home yet and he sighed pulling off his clothes and crawling onto bed. He set an alarm on his phone to wake him up so he could get ready for school in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep he let his mind wander to the ghost boy Danny and he couldn't help a little smile from coming to his lips. Maybe he'd have a new hunting partner since Dean seemed more interested in the ladies than hunting right now. How bad could it be to have a friendly ghost on his side anyways.