Danny was never very good at teleportation; it always left him with a feeling of nausea and vertigo. Not only did he not like it, but he could never get the hang of it. He

always had trouble wrapping his head around the whole 'disappearing in one place, reappearing in another'. Vlad had tried to explain it to him a couple of times but, as Danny was always trying to get away, he had never been able to listen properly. Just one of those things, he guessed.

But Cas didn't teleport and Danny was hyper aware of this in the few seconds it took for him to be carried from the bunker to the place where Cas had said a battle was taking place. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but now wasn't really the time to dwell on it, Danny decided.

They had landed in the middle of nowhere, the only building in sight was a grungy biker bar few yards away. Danny felt sweltering heat, as a sheen of sweat had already formed on his brow. Sun rays, harsh and unforgiving, beat down on the ghost boy's already nauseous form. Danny hated extreme heat.

Just then, a little old lady in a church choir uniform strolled out of a biker bar. Danny would have probably offered to help her across the street, if it weren't for the bloody knife in her hand and the wicked grin on her face.

"Castiel, dear, it is so good to see you," said the woman in a tone that reminded Danny of Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter. "And I see you've brought a friend. No matter, you'll both perish to Malachi."

Danny didn't know what a Malachi was, and really had no interest in perishing. He figured this was more likely an angel than a satanic grandma, but he'd say it was a close call if asked.

The old woman lunged at Danny, brandishing her knife. He flew at the woman phasing through her body but hitting something burning hot and freezing at the same time. He felt it loosen, but he couldn't quite dislodge it. Danny flew back, making some distance between himself and the angelic grandma. She had rounded on Castiel, attempting to skewer him on her blade, but Cas had produced his own knife and blocked. Danny turned and shot towards them, gaining speed. As he collided with the burning cold this time he shot ectoplasm. With a great push, Danny felt the thing slip and fall out of the woman's body. He was gasping for breath, but relatively unharmed. Not that he liked collisions with confusing temperatures at high speeds.

At that moment more women in salmon cardigans and blood stained dresses exited the bar. Danny saw flashes of surprise pass over several faces and snarls over more, but the one who stepped forward seemed positively delighted.

"So, the old fool finally got what was coming to her, eh?" She toed the body of the old woman, who groaned and made no move to rise. Castiel, who had been panting after the impromptu battle, now stood upright with a somber look on his face.

"Sister, what have you done? Why do you slaughter those who Father told us to protect?" He gestured to the old woman.

The blood stained angel cackled. "Oh that's rich coming from you, Castiel. What about free will, hmm? Making our own paths?"

Castiel's face hardened. "You don't practice free will, you follow Malachi's orders." The angels scowled. "And you know I did what I thought right. Do you think this blood bath will do anyone good?"

"More good than you've done, Castiel." She spat, looking furious. "It was you who damned us all by stopping the apocalypse! And for what? Your pet humans, your precious Winchesters.

"I haven't time for this game of morals. Slaughter them, for Malachi!" The end came out more like a battle cry, as the league of deadly grandmas charged, pulling out knives already crusted with dried blood.

Danny didn't know what the angel had been talking about, but the apocalypse-dodging bit sounded pretty good to him. This whole thing gave him a bad feeling, but as he looked at Cas's grimace (and his knife), he knew it would have to wait for later.

There were about 10 of them, more than Danny could take like the first one, and Danny didn't really trust Castiel's judgement of what would kill people. He wasn't one for letting battles drag on, and it seemed like now was the best time to test out the angels vulnerability to the Ghostly Wail.

"Cas, you might wanna duck out of this one buddy." Danny called, taking in a deep breath. The angels didn't stop their charge. As Cas dove out of range, the first one came upon Danny. She slashed his arm with her blade, but it was too late. Danny opened his mouth, releasing the haunting scream that he was best know for.

The angels shrieked and tried to flee, but it was too late. They dropped like flies, only the bodies remained, but Danny could have sworn he saw white smoke leave out of their mouths. Danny himself was not feeling too good.

As the last angel fell, so did Danny. He dropped to his knees gasping, his head spinning like a carousel. Cas ran over and laid a hand on Danny, asking him if he was alright. Danny's vision was blurred and he couldn't focus, but he was awake. His right arm felt hot and sticky with blood, and when Danny reached down to touch it his arm flared with pain.

Cas was saying something Danny couldn't quite make out. "What?" He coughed.

"I asked if I could heal the wound on your arm." Cas swam into Danny's vision.

Danny was struggling to process the angel's words. "I don't think so. Can you heal cuts? It wouldn't surprise me at this point." He was babbling.

Cas was looking at him with those serious eyes and for the first time Danny noticed the heavy bags under those startlingly blue orbs. Everything around the eyes started fading away and Danny felt unconsciousness start to take him. He fought it, trying to stay awake. His secret, he had to keep his identity safe, his family, he needed to...


Author's Notes:

DUN DUN DUUUUUH! Yeah, a cliff-hanger, as if I wasn't evil enough. The action had to come in at some point, so why not now? Anyway I'm kinda winging the plot at this point, in case you couldn't guess. This was just supposed to be a one shot, it's a miracle we've gotten this far. Also, while you're waiting the 56 billion years it'll take me to post another chapter, you might check out my Harry Potter fanfic, Aftermath. Anyway, reviews make me write faster, thanks for all the kudos, and I'll try to update as soon as possible, toodles~