Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or Supernatural. Just in case that wasn't obvious when I'm writing on a fan fiction website.
In a small town east of Montana's Rocky Mountains the Winchester brothers were relaxing after a successful hunt. Well, Dean was relaxing. Sam was, as usual, scouring news articles for anything that could be supernatural.
"Sam, you have been glued to that screen for hours, take a break already." Dean didn't particularly want another hunt so soon and he decided dragging Sam away from his laptop was the best way to accomplish that, not that it did him much good.
"I found something about an hour ago while you were napping," Sam said, rather annoyed at Dean's bugging. "There are some strange sightings near a little town in the mountains west of here," Sam continued, staring thoughtfully at his computer screen.
"Anything worth the effort?" Dean asked, glancing up from his position stretched out on one of the hotel beds.
"Listen to this: two days ago Daniel Richard claimed to have seen a large white ghost running through the forest while he was hunting in the mountains," Sam read.
Dean, giving up his hope for another nap after their last and rather tiring hunt, asked, "A ghost?"
"Maybe," Sam agreed. "But it's strange, there are no reports of anyone getting hurt and even stranger a few people thought they heard roaring coming from the mountains."
"So it's an angry ghost we should get rid of before it does anything worse than give people nightmares," Dean said. He didn't think this ghost was nearly as strange as Sam thought.
It was almost funny just how wrong Dean was.
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"Aithusa! Where are you?"
A great white dragon came down mountain to land in front of Merlin with a heavy thump.
"You wouldn't have anything to do with the 'ghost' that a hunter saw a few days ago would you?" Merlin asked her.
She snorted. "Ghosts? Why do you think I had anything to do with ghosts?"
"Was it you?" Merlin pressed.
"Maybe... why do you ask?"
"Aithusa! You need to stay away from people! You know how dangerous that is," he warned.
"Dangerous? I'm a dragon," she said dropping down to lay on the mountain with her nose barely peaking over the edge of the cliff.
"That doesn't mean you're invincible. We figured that out the hard way years ago." Merlin sighed.
"But you should have seen the look on his face! Hilarious!" Aithusa laughed, shaking her great frame.
"Aithusa, you'll be the death of me," Merlin said, sitting next to her.
"I think that's impossible."
"Keep to the mountains empty of hunters, Aithusa, we don't need a repeat of the last time you were seen. I'd rather not have to change countries again." Merlin rested his hand on Aithusa's side, his thoughts directed toward memories of all the knights, hunters, and other people who had come after them, seeking dragon's blood.
"I think you need a change of scenery."
"We came here less than fifty years ago," Merlin argued.
Aithusa huffed into Merlin's hair. "That's a long time."
"Not for us old friend, not for us."