WHOOOOOOO! Okay, so a couple of you might have noticed that, hey, I wrote not one, but TWO Danny Phantom/Gravity Falls crossovers. If not, don't worry about it, they're kind of good (in my opinion) but if you don't know what Gravity Falls is, you probably don't want to go check them out. But anyway, the point of my saying this is that I wrote Dipper (character from Gravity Falls, FYI) and Danny in a mental hospital, and this super nice reviewer called Oblitus Angeli seems to share my strange love for Danny in a mental hospital. Therefore, he/she/they convinced me to post more of my Danny-in-a-Mental-Hospital fics, (which yes, I've written more, because I'm obsessed). I've decided to start simply with the sequel to Chapter Five of this very same fic, which you should probably read before reading this, but it's not super necessary. This is not, in fact, as good as the first (fifth) chapter, but you know, whatever.

GUYS THIS IS IMPORTANT TO THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE!

The edited version is that this is a sequel-ish to chapter five of this very same fic, and if you haven't read it (just in case) maybe you should go read it. Like, now. Before you start this.

So, that's all. Actually, I have a tumblr now. So, yeah. Under ittickleslikecrazy, because yay consistency! ENJOY!

"Hey, sugar," Meg said, leaning against the doorframe while smirking at the two brothers.

"What's up?" Dean questioned, stepping forward, Sam following right behind. "What's the emergency?"

Meg's smirk grew wider while she held out a manilla folder to the boys. "The patient in room 18F isn't crazy," she said in explanation as Dean took the folder from her and cautiously opened it. "He's just too talkative."

The boys' eyes scanned the folder as Meg resumed leaning on the doorframe, carefully watching their faces while trying not to look like she was watching their faces. She saw their eyes widen and eyebrows arch, and she knew that they were as surprised as her, and she hadn't even told them the big news yet.

Finally, the brothers looked up from the folder. They made no move to hand it back, and instead Dean asked, "Have you told him anything yet?"

"No. That's why I called you two," she said. "But this," she reached out and took the folder, shaking it in their faces. "This isn't even the biggest surprise."

Dean raised an eyebrow at her while Sam shifted his stance. "Really? What's the biggest surprise?"

Meg felt the corners of her lips twitch up in a bittersweet smile. "He can see me," she said, and then elaborated further. "My true face. My demonic face. And he can see Cas' wings, and as far as I can tell, other supernatural things that are supposed to be invisible. Like ghosts."

The boys' expression changed again, to shocked but understanding. "You found a psychic?" Dean questioned, and Meg shook her head.

"See, psychics can't see demonic faces or angel wings," she explained, tone biting. "He can."

"So, what?" Sam asked, sharing a glance with his brother. "We have another fallen angel on our hands? Like Anna?"

"Maybe," Dean agreed, and then turned back to Meg. "Where is he?"

Meg jerked her head in a gesture to tell the boys to follow her. "Come on."

Danny looked up from where he was doing yoga on the floor when the door swung open. "Hello," he greeted Meg amicably, his lips curling up happily. He took in Sam and Dean behind her with calm expression. "Who are they?"

"This is Sam and Dean," Meg introduced the boys. "Remember how last week you and I had an argument over if you were insane or not?" She jerked her head at the two brothers. "They're here to prove me right."

Danny climbed to his feet, staring down the two men fearlessly, his eyebrow quirking upward. "So you two are here to prove that I'm not crazy." He grinned lopsidedly, looking completely harmless, and stuck out a hand. "I'm Danny. Good luck."

"Hi, Danny," Dean said, immediately stepping up to his role of good citizen. He shook Danny's hand firmly. "My name is Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We're hunters."

Danny's reaction was unexpected, but shouldn't have been. He stepped back, putting a yards distance between himself and the brothers, and withdrawing his hand so he could let his arms fall to his sides. He shifted so his right shoulder and hip were about two inches in front of the rest of his body, his right arm stiffening so it could be used as either a shield or a weapon at a moment's notice. Normal people wouldn't have recognized the defensive behavior for what it was, but then again, Sam and Dean weren't normal people.

Dean put his hands up in a gesture meant to show Danny that they meant no harm. "Whoa, big guy. We're not here to hurt you. Since you obviously know what we meant by hunters, why don't you sit down and tell us what you know?"

Danny raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, more in defiance than defense. 'What do you want to know?" he asked, tone slightly hostile. "How I see wings made of shadow and light on random strangers' backs? How I see shadows surrounding the bodies of some completely nice, innocent people. Like Nurse Masters," he said, nodding to Meg, who nodded back. "About how I fight vampires with mouths full of fangs. It might have taken me a while to figure it out, but I'm insane. I belong in a mental hospital, so I can't hurt anybody else."

Sam stepped forward, drawing his shoulders forward and keeping his hands low to be seen as less of a threat. Danny shifted his foot back a little, rolling his shoulders up to respond to the taller threat. It was obvious to both men, as well as the demon, that Danny had been in hostile situations before, and fought his way out of them. It was in the way his eyes narrowed, and darted to the door and window as possible exits. It was the way he adjusted his body language to best serve the purpose of fighting off whatever he saw as a threat.

"Danny?" Sam said, keeping his hands low, palms first in a gesture of innocence and well-meaning. "Who did you hurt?"

Danny cocked his head, his blue eyes narrowing considerably. "And you care, why?" He was met with two blank faces from the boys, and one slightly smirking, slightly sympathetic face from Meg. He frowned, and then motioned to her, and the shadow he saw around her like a dark aura.

"You don't see that," he stated the obvious, referring to the shadow. "That black stuff around her that covers her eyes. I've seen other people with that," Danny began. "First time I saw it, I was walking alone down a dark alley and they tried to kill me." The boys didn't seem so surprised, and neither did Meg, but they all settled back to listen, looking at least a bit interested. Danny gave them a bitter smirk. "Instead I killed him."

This actually seemed to mildly shock the men, as well as Meg shifting her stance in the background, fully black eyes narrowing. "What?" she asked, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "How? What did you use?"

"My hands," Danny said, as if that should be perfectly obvious. He arched an eyebrow at the black-eyed nurse. "What, you thought I'd have some sort of shadow-killing knife. Since you obviously seem to believe that I'm not crazy, and that the shadows and weird faces and wings woven of golden light exist. How about ghosts, huh? How about green fire that can kill shadow-coated people?"

"What?" Meg said, and she meant it to be sharp, but it came out soft. "What are you?"

Danny chuckled bitterly, grasping his hair between his fingers. "That's what I'd like to know," he replied, in a voice that was much less even than before. "But it's one of the questions that will never be answered for me, like if I'm actually insane, or just had my eyes opened? And if so, why did they open at age nineteen?" Danny tilted his head, his lips twisting and his eyes glittering with a sense of irony. "Actually, I might have an answer for that one."

He turned back to the Winchesters. "Just get out of my room...cell, whatever. I put myself in here, and I stay here, for a reason, you know. We all know I could bust out at literally any time, but I don't, because there are no black-eyed hobos trying to cut my throat with a rusty piece of car fender. Or, more accurately, from what I can tell," his eyes darted to Meg. "Demons. Because apparently I can kill them with a little bit of my own personal brand of power, but the human goes down too."

"Most of the time the human is dead anyway," Dean explained, crossing his arms. 'What power are you talking about?"

Danny smirked, and held his hands out in front of him. Seemingly without any strain or warning from Danny, both of his palms suddenly burst into green flame, which sent any shadows around the room dancing, casting dangerous-looking green light on every wall and shining out of the windows. Meg visibly flinched back, eyeing the green flames with obvious fear, not even bothering to hide it, even for the Winchester's presence.

"Halfa," she half-whispered. Danny's lips twisted bitterly, and his hands fell to his side, the green flames extinguishing.

"Yeah," he agreed, his eyes flashing from blue to green for a brief moment, and despite themselves, the brothers each took a step back. "Will you leave me alone now?"

Needless to say, Meg and the boys readily agreed.

I honestly don't think that was as good as the first (fifth) chapter, but I guess sequels just aren't my forte. I've also been working on something long and SuperPhantom for the 22nd of October. I want to run that by you again, because I like to think it's important. I'M WORKING ON SOMETHING FOR THE 22nd OF OCTOBER! Yes, already working on something for October. And if you're wondering why, I'll say it before you ask, no it's not because of Halloween. Everybody always thinks I'm writing for people because it's halloween. The 22nd is nine days from Halloween. NINE DAYS! It's not for Halloween. It's for my birthday. And I like giving people gifts because it shows that I'm worth keeping around (wink wink) and it also helps remind people that yes, it's my birthday, and yes, I try to do something nice for you, so yes, buy me rock candy and pens.

Or, in your guys' case, reviews. I normally don't ask for them, because I kind of find it pushy and rude, because the review box is literally right there, and if you wanted to review, I doubt you'd forget, and if you forgot, you could always just come back later. But considering it is my birthday fic. I will be pushing for reviews on it, because you know, reviews are gifts and guess what people give to the birthday girl/boy/non-binary? Yes, that's right, GIFTS! And I love to remind people that it's my birthday. It's literally one of my favorite past times. I don't know why, really. I just like doing it.

I'm sorry for this dreadfully long ending authors note. The point of it, really, was to point out that my birthday fic, written for all you wonderful people out there that make writing worthwhile, will not be in this story as chapter eleven (or twelve, depends how fast I write) but as another story, in the SuperPhantom category. Just to tell you that if you're interested, check the SuperPhantom category on the 22nd of October, because hopefully there will be something there for you to review on. I'll stop writing now, since I've done enough bragging and self-advertisement, and wish you a wonderful rest of your day, as well as saying, like normal, UNTIL NEXT TIME!