Kevin considered himself a reasonable pearson. He was a hard worker, made all A's, played the chello, was going to get a free ride through University, but that was a a few years ago. For a while he acted as tablet translater to the Winchesters, or, on the odd occasion, Crowley. Now he held up in his room and researched hunts for Bobby to give out.

He had long ago become accustomed to things he didn't understand. This new, floating oddity barely phased him. He was working, and didn't have much patience for new beasts that could kill him easily. Sam insisted that Kevin take a break, which irked Kevin, because he didn't have time, but Sam was hard to ignore. Damn sasquatch.

The new thing (Danny, wasn't it?) accompanied them to the kitchen, where they were both offered food. Kevin, having experienced Sam's 'cooking' before, declined and grabbed some microwaveable ramen. The new thing, who seemed wary of Sam, declined, and moved to take nothing. Kevin shrugged, attempting to slink back off to his room, but Sam stopped him and repeated that he needed to get some rest.

That was rich, coming from Sam, so Kevin just snorted and continued walking.

Danny paled at the sight of the small, malnourished teen. Kevin was another of the ones who stayed at the Batcave. The kid looked exhausted, ragged and a bit hysterical. "How long has he been on your side?" Danny asked Sam, but when he turned he only saw the man looking worriedly off in the direction that the boy had gone off in.

"Too long." Sam muttered, looking upset.

This house had a library. An entire library, filled with books and a bunch of other weird stuff (cough cough cult liar). It was awesome, with rolling ladders that shifted from shelf to shelf, old lamps with green glass shades, and leather chairs scattered around tables, like an old movie set. In the corner was the old man from before, Sam introduced him as Bobby Singer.

Bobby was a gruff, old guy. Danny and him hadn't met, as much as Danny had questioned his sanity and morals from the trunk of a car. He turned out to be rather kind, once he found that Danny was on their side, but still seemed to remember the initial greeting he'd received from the ghost. The floating seemed to bother him as much as the others (minus Kevin), but he didn't comment.

Despite having only just woken up, Danny was feeling exhausted from a combination of staying in ghost form for too long and healing bullet wounds. He was hungry too, but didn't trust these people that much, yet.

"Is there anywhere I can sleep? It's been weird day." Danny said to Sam as they left Bobby in the library.

Sam looked at him funnily, but nodded and they started down a corridor of closed doors. Sam seemed to know where they were, because he slowed and opened an unmarked door. Inside were a bed, a nightstand, and a lamp. Sam stepped back and Danny stepped inside.

"The bathroom is down the hall, third on your left, if you need it." Sam said awkwardly, and left.

Danny waited until Sam's footsteps faded, before he changed into his human body and collapsed on the bed. It was a little musty, but soft. Softer than trees or car trunks, he supposed. Letting his eyes fall closed, he wondered how trouble managed to find him so effectively, and why strange things loved to torment his every move. He'd have to call his friends tomorrow, he thought lazily. They'll love this.

After Sam and the ghost left, Dean turned to Cas eagerly. "So what is it-HE, I meant he!" Dean raised his hands defensively to ward off Cas' disapproving stare.

"He," Cas emphasized "is a halfa." and turned away.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but what does that mean, exactly?" He wondered if his original half-ghost theory was correct.

"It means he's half alive and half dead, I thought you already got that." Cas said, disinterested.

"But how does that work, people don't half die!" Dean said, exasperated.

Cas gave Dean a stone faced expression. "If you're so interested, ask him. It isn't my place, and don't know how much he wants to tell you."

This threw Dean off. What did Cas mean by that? Was Danny tortured by his past or some girly shit? That wasn't your general solution to monster problems, you researched, you didn't ask directly. Why wouldn't Cas tell him what was up? And why did Cas think this thing was so powerful, the only impressive things he'd done so far were float and shoot ice. Cool, but not exactly angel killing material.

Author's Notes:

Yeah, it's been to long, I'm irresponsible, ect. Personal matters got in the way, I'm sorry guys, but I'm back now, and inteand to post more than once every three mounths. I won't promise more than that, because it seems that every time I promise more, I give less. Thanks for following, and again, sorry about the wait. There are so manny of you now, how'd all you people find my garbage worth following? XD

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