"There is no way that kid robbed a jewelry store, Dean. He isn't a criminal just because you don't like him."

"But Sammy, there is footage! I swear to god, it's him."

"Oh yeah," Huffed Sam, "where did you find this alleged footage?"

"The internet."

Sam looked at Dean skeptically. "Dean, nowadays anybody can fake anything. Don't believe everything you see on the internet. Where did you even find that?"

"On a ghost hunter's website." Dean looked to the side as he said this.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "What kind of hunter's website? One of our usuals?"

"Well, no, it's more Ghostfacers than anything," Dean muttered, "but it's him in the video!"

Sam looked at Dean, then back down at his phone. "Thanks for wasting my time. Just give it a rest will yo-"

Then there was the swoosh of wings, followed by a loud crash from the kitchen. The brothers were on their feet in an instant, rushing towards the source of the noise.

Cas held Danny as he passed out. His grace swept over the wound, but it wouldn't heal, much to Cas' surprise. Then a flash of light made the angel fall back. He watched in fascination as two white rings appeared around Danny's waist and passed over his body, taking with them the ghostly aura and black hazmat and leaving a human teenager in a t shirt and ripped up cargo shorts. The gash on his arm now leaked red blood into the pool of green ectoplasm. Over exertion had broken the boy's hold on his ghostly half.

Cas reached out with his grace once more and touched the wound. It scabbed over, but didn't heal entirely. Interesting.

The newly freed human hosts started to stir. Not wanting to stick around for some rather awkward explanations, Cas gently slid his hands under Danny's knees and shoulders. Lifting him gently, he took one last look at the humans, before disappearing with a faint fluttering sound.

Danny swore to himself he would never drink again. His head was pounding so hard he couldn't think straight. What the hell happened? Sam usually stopped them before they got just white girl wasted.

He tried to sit up, but his head swam and his arm throbbed painfully. Danny groaned as he flopped back down on the bed. Some shit had definitely gone down, but his ghost powers usually had him healed up by the time he woke up. What gives?

"Morning sleeping beauty."

Danny jumped so hard he fell off the bed. He was up in a second, jumping into a fighting stance. His head felt like it was going to explode as he blurrily tried to locate the speaker.

"Calm down kid, it's just me." Danny's eyes snapped to a chair in the corner of the room. It was occupied by a rather smug looking Dean.

Dean. Foggy memories came rushing back to him. The battle, the angels, his ghostly wail, then nothing. He looked down at his arm to see it mostly healed over, only a small pink scar where it had been. He healed fast, but not that fast. How long had he been out?

"Glad to see you've returned to the world of the living, in more than one way." Dean smirked like he'd just made a great joke that only he understood. "You almost look normal without the white hair and hazmat suit."

Danny raised an eyebrow. What was Dean talking abo- … "sHIT!" Danny looked down at himself again. How could he not have realized? He was in his human form! They probably already knew who he was. Who knows what they would do with that kind of information?

Dean lazily rose to his feet, eyes still on Danny. "You look a little scrawnier like this. Don't spend a lot of time in touch with your human side?"

Danny tried to focus on Dean's words, his thoughts piling up to make Mt. Worst Case Scenario. "Uhh, n-no. I'm usually in human form at home. It's just better for my cover if I uh, if I don't look the same." He finished lamely. A prickle of fear traced up the back of Danny's neck. When he was in ghost form it was sometime easy to forget that people were dangerous. It wasn't so easy now.

Dean took a step towards Danny, just to watch him squirm. It was kind of refreshing, the kid had been so cocky before. Maybe it would be easier to get him to talk like this.

"Cas said he wanted to talk when you woke up," Dean drawled, lazily, "C'mon, I think he's in the library." He turned and walked over to the door, leaving a stunned Danny to follow.

Dean wasn't exactly happy with his angel friend at the moment. Cas refused to talk about the kid, saying he wished to "respect his privacy", whatever the hell that meant. He needed to know what the hell was in their base and how to kill it, if need be. He had a family to protect here, and they had been betrayed more than once by things that claimed to friendly.

The kid started out of his thoughts and jogged to catch up to Dean, but stayed slightly behind, as if he could hide his human form. Too late for that, Dean thought. It was kind of a shock when they found out that's what Cas meant by 'Halfa'. He wasn't just half dead, he was only half ghost. This was all getting too confusing for Dean, how the hell could someone exist as both a ghost and a human in (relatively) the same body? Cas wouldn't tell him shit, Bobby didn't have a clue and all their digging in the library hadn't provided anything of much use. The kid had mentioned a 'ghost zone', that had been referenced in a few dusty old texts, but nothing of real value.

If Dean was going to get the information he needed he was going to have to get it from the source. But that would have to wait. Dean sighed as he stepped into the library.

Danny liked the angel okay, but he wasn't sure if he trusted him. He was certainly more reliable than the humans in this place, but he seemed like the type of guy who always had good intentions but got fucked over. But, Danny sighed internally, Cas was his best shot at stopping this impending wave of destruction. Why had his life turned into a supernatural soap opera?

"So, let me get this straight," Danny rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling the stress headache building, "Malachi's group is trying to get back into heaven, Bartholomew's group is trying to get back into heaven and instead of going after Metta-whatever they are killing each other?"

Cas nodded his head, a grave expression on his face. "Neither will surrender to the other because they think that they could rule heaven better when and if they return."

"But they will never get there if they keep killing each other!" He threw his hands into the air, more exasperated than before, if you could believe it. "Can't they see that as of now, Metta-guy is still winning? Couldn't they sort that shit out in their own dimension and avoid all the collateral damage? I thought angels were supposed to protect humans, not use them as meat-puppets."

Cas looked at Danny with sad eyes. "At one point we did."

"Author's Note:

*Dodges rotten tomatoes* Yeah yeah, I deserve that, leaving you guys hanging for like fifty years, but give me a break, okay? I had to go back and actually watch the show for this plot line. That's how much I love you guys. I plan on posting more, but who knows. Go bother me on Tumblr if it takes more than a month, my user name's Scatterbrainz. Thank you guys so much for the reviews, they make my heart happy and I'll hopefully see y'all again soon. 3