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I do not own Danny Phantom, Supernatural or anything recognizable.

Prologue

There was a somewhat important thought in the remains of Gabriel's mind.

'Can an angel survive without its wings?'

Perhaps a sensible rearrangement of that question would be; 'Is an angel an angel without its wings?' however, Gabriel was dying and so he didn't particularly care about the concerns of sentence structure.

His meaning, however, was completely relevant as he felt his wings – his first pair of wings, that is – lie gently on the floor as his strength, or more appropriately grace, failed him. And as his grace withdrew from his wings they switched to a different reality and burned hot, though still invisible, and it made charcoal-like patterns on the wooden floor. If someone was to turn him over, they would find similar patterns on the floor that was beneath him where his other wings had been folded behind on his back.

Unsurprisingly, dying hurts, for a human, for a demon, for an angel or archangel. He had heard – or rather seen from above – that dying was usually quite quick, if you were stabbed, so as he felt his conscious settle – if that was any way to describe it – he wondered if this was normal when an angel was killed. It isn't as if they have anywhere to go; hell and heaven was made for his Father's favourite creations, and purgatory for the things that went wrong with the other creations, or for anything that Eve had made, generally. But there wasn't anything known about where angels go when they die, because God tried to make them immortal. However, he obviously forgot about the fact that angel blades can kill almost anything; including angels. Including archangels.

Then again, maybe his Father didn't forget. He watched his eldest sons fight, watched and ordered Michael to cast Lucifer into the Cage, and, after all, abandoned everyone he had ever created. If that wasn't sadist, then Gabriel didn't know what was.

All of that leads to the question of if He, the Father, created somewhere for the angels to go when they died. Grace was a form of energy, surely it couldn't just disappear?

Before he could come to a conclusion, Gabriel's mind 'un-settled' and came forward, and with a sharp movement he sat upwards, his eyes flying open as he gasped in the air, then started coughing. He felt… human, for a few seconds, with his dry throat and aching muscles, but suddenly his Grace rushed through him, not unlike how a human would feel after a shock with adrenaline in their body. It raced around, and for a moment he panicked, worrying that his wings could not be counted part of him as they had previously had no Grace in them; and wings needed Grace to exist in the way that they do. But, fortunately, he felt his wings – spiritually, not physically – as Grace then moved through them, and instinctively he shifted them to the realm they usually resided in, invisible, but able to be seen by certain entities. Angels where able to see wings, and Gabriel was comforted by the sight of his own, as he sat in a dusty room where he thought he had died.

As it was, Gabriel quickly checked his body, patting it down and he felt his clothes perfectly intact, as if he wasn't brutally stabbed by one of his three older brothers. Perhaps he would have wondered if he had imagined it all, but the black markings on the floor showed just how real it was, and so, spreading his hawk-like broad wings, Gabriel separated his feathers and spread them, stalling for a moment as he felt the delicious feeling of air rushing through them, and took off away from the place.

His first thought would have been to how he survived, but as he felt someone calling him, someone's call he hasn't felt for decades, centuries, two millennium, he knew that already, and so stiffened his jaw in preparation of seeing Him once more. He needed an explanation, and perhaps Michael's chew toy had a point. Gabriel needed to stand up to his family.

Chapter One

With a flash of light, Samantha Manson caught a picture of Daniel Fenton looking displeased at the situation he found himself in, holding a white jumpsuit with black hands and feet. Despite the fact that Daniel – or rather Danny – hadn't acknowledged her unusually cheerful 'smile!' didn't put her down in the least, as she then observed the image. With white flashes fading in front of his eyes from the bright light, Danny shook it off; Sam had done this many times, as she went through an interest of photography, stating that 'it helps people observe the obvious beauty of nature, which people often ignore in favour of technology', which was usually followed by a glare at Tucker.

"Okay," Danny started, "I've shown you the portal. Can we get out of here now? My parents could be back any minute, besides, they say it doesn't work anyway…" Sam shook her head at Danny, impatient, but determined, with a smile on her face, to get Danny more interested in the portal. And to make him go in it; it was his portal, in his own house anyway, after all. Besides, Sam was too busy taking pictures to go in it, and Tucker was being a downer.

Perhaps Danny's refusal to go in – yet – had something to do with his previous fear – or 'dislike', as Danny called it – of ghosts. The dislike was sourced from his parent's insistence of their existence, and perhaps from the mutated food that had tried to eat Danny when he was younger. Whatever it was, Sam only wanted Danny to get over it.

And also, Ghosts were currently interesting.

In response to Danny's question, Sam strolled out to just outside the portal. "Come on Danny, a Ghost Zone? Aren't you curious? You gotta check it out." Danny stopped for a second, not sure what to do next, but eventually he relented and stood beside her.
"You know what? You're right. Who knows what kind of awesome, super-cool things exist on the other side of that portal!" With a now enthusiastic approach to the portal, he put on the white suit, zipping it up tight. The suit made him look taller, or perhaps thinner, though slightly more awkward, as he prepared to step into the portal, before being stopped by Sam.
"Hang on," Sam sighed exasperatedly, as she came up to Danny and ripped of the sticker of his father's head of his suit. "You can't go walking in with that on your chest," she pointed to the sticker.

When that was over and done with, Danny turned to the portal, not noticing, as nobody had, that the ecto-filtrater held a whitish grey misty substance in the purifier tube at the side, where it usually held the glowing green ecto purifier.

Walking inside nervously, Danny, dressed up in white and black, turned to shades of blue; his raven hair tinted cerulean and his eyes glowing brighter in the face of the neon blue lighting from the electrical patterns decorating the sides of the portal. The ominous lighting seemed to hint at what was to come as Danny, looking down to avoid tripping over the mess of wires underneath his feet, rested his hand on the 'On' button on his side.

For Danny, everything was a messed up, painful blur of turquoise, toxic-ectoplasmic green and a very light, pure bluish-white.

For the two humans and one invisible angel outside, a ringing scream echoed in their ears.

Author's Note:

I personally dislike reading long notes so I'll try to make this short.

-DP ghosts are slightly changed to fit in the supernatural world, but it isn't that much and Amity ghost are still different then the usual ghosts everywhere else in this story.
-This will include Danny with wings (until he learns to hide them). This story is my excuse for winged!Danny.
-My updates will never be regular.
-This takes place around late season 9 in supernatural, but some details and plots in season 9 have been rearranged or deleted. Hope you don't mind. Dean still has the mark of cain, Sam is still annoyed at Dean, and Cass is spelled like Cass and has his bunch of stalkers/followers.

Unbeta-ed

Constructive criticism is a yes, notifying me on spelling mistakes is a yes, flames is a no. Thank for reading so very much!

I'll put a question at the end of each chapter to get your thoughts about it, but feel free to ignore it!

What do you think Gabriel has done/What do you think he was told to do?