A/N: Hey guys. I haven't updated this in a long time.

Sorry ;(

I'll try and update this more often for you guys. I just didn't have much motivation to write this lately. Been in a funk, but now that school is out, I should be able to write a little bit before starting a huge ass internship.

Anywho, enjoy the chapter, and thanks for all who are still with me, and with this story. You guys are da best!

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Supernatural Phantom – Forget me Not


Danny stared at the angel that was currently using what they liked to call 'meat suits'. He was still exponentially drained from his supposed panic attack. But the young halfa knew it had meant something else. It had meant that his family was coming for him; all he had to do was wait.

Zachariah looked over at the teenager on the bed. Danny understood that the man in front of him was one of the brothers that Gabriel was talking about. That the teenager was in the supposed way of a grand vision. Danny wasn't quite sure, but he got the initial feeling that Zachariah was evil. Well, anybody working with Vlad was evil.

The teenager wasted no time quickly jumping off the bed; the plain sheets and blankets fell on the floor. The young halfa wasn't sure if his plan would work; and it proved to be futile. He got a few steps before Vlad sprung his hand on the teen's upper arm.

With one fluid and strong motion, Vlad yanked the teenager back onto the bed. Danny was a little disoriented, and instead looked at the man who had dared to stop his escape attempt. The teenager was more than a little panicked. He should have expected that the older halfa would stop him.

"A little feisty; this one," Zachariah remarked, looking over to the man dressed in a nice suit. Vlad intently stared at the teenager, almost mentally daring the boy to do an escape attempt again.

"Unfortunately," Vlad mused, pulling his eyes away from the teenager.

Danny decided that he wouldn't be trapped by Vlad again. He needed to get out of this situation; he wouldn't be this helpless again. The teenager raised a hand to the air and tried to gather ecto-energy. It sparked on the tips of his fingers before completely vanishing. "Again?" He mouthed as he brought his hand back down to the bed he was forced on.

Zachariah grinned, walking over to the teenager's bedside. Danny watched him with extreme attentiveness. This man was an enemy, and one that he shouldn't lose sight of. He had a bad feeling that if he looked away, then the angel disguised as a man would have no problem ending him right there.

"Daniel, we're going to brainwash you," Zachariah straight forwardly said, making Danny narrow his eyes at the man.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Danny asked, not feeling safe. He never really did, but the need to get away from these two men was more severe than before. He glanced over at Vlad with wide eyes, "What does he mean?" He asked in a rushed manner.

This topic about brainwashing he didn't particularly like. It reminded him of Freakshow, and he liked his free will. His individuality; his ability to keep fighting to stay who he was. Danny was about to run off the bed again, but stopped when Vlad placed a hand on the teen's chest. With the strong hand, he pushed the boy down on the bed.

"This will only hurt for a few minutes," Vlad insisted, making Danny start to struggle against his grip on him. The teen put his own hands on the man's arm and tried to push away. "After that, you'll know who your true father is."

"This is cheating, Vlad!" Danny argued, the fear breaching his confident tone. He looked over at the man and glared. It was all he could do given the situation. "I thought that you-!" Danny started to say, but then closed his eyes tightly in pain.

Zachariah had placed a hand on the teen's head while he was distracted. Danny let out a shriek of pain, resorting to flinging his arms wildly to try and get away from the pain. "How long will this take?" Vlad inquired, looking down at the teen boy in pain.

The angel let out a chuckle, "He had quite a few memories of those hunters – it's hard to tell," he surmised, a devious twinkle in those eyes of his. Zachariah wasn't new to torture, he happened to like the screams of anguish that escaped his victims. "Don't tell me you have plans, Vladimir?" Zachariah asked rhetorically, making Vlad let out a smirk of his own.

"Daniel is my plan," Vlad said slowly, a dark obsessiveness lingered in his tone. He looked down at the teenager who stopped screaming and accepted what was happening to him. The older halfa chose to lift his hand off of the teen's chest. Zachariah continued to use his magic to erase all the memories of the hunters from the boy's mind.

At first, the teenager had fought against it. Therefore, it caused a violent reaction. Angels and ghosts don't mix, and that caused both their energies to clash. Unfortunately for the ghost boy, the angel's magic was far stronger at the moment. If the young halfa had been given a chance to recover, then the ghost's power would have overtaken the angel's overwhelmingly.

The teenager's head tilted to the side, and Zachariah took his hand away slowly, "It's done," the angel commented, looking over at the older halfa.

"Leave us," Vlad ordered, glancing down at the teenager's unconscious form.

"As you wish," Zachariah muttered, walking out of the room. He felt what that witch was doing. He also let out a smirk knowing it was too late to help the teenager. Closing the doors behind him, he walked down the long hallways of the mansion. He hated working with a being that shouldn't have existed; but half ghosts were strong.

The angel shook out his hand, noticing how charred and burned it was due to the young halfa's resistance to his magic.

Perhaps stronger than most give them credit for.


The teenager let out a small groan, feeling as if he had just gotten hit by a bus. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked over at the large shadow that took up the room. His eyes slowly widened when he realized just who was standing there.

Vlad Masters turned around to examine the boy who was laying on the bed. Danny tensed and tried to run away, but found that he couldn't. When he tried to move his arms, he found them bound by glowing green straps at the sides of the bed.

As if he were in denial of being captured, he brought up both his wrists again. Vlad let out an amused chuckle at his antics and sat down on the chair that was close to the bed. Danny realized that the chair was too close, and once again he tried bringing up his wrists again.

"What happened?" Danny asked, his voice shaky from seeing the man who he feared the most in front of him. It all had happened far too quickly.

The letter.

The trap.

The torture.

Vlad eyed him with interest before shrugging dramatically, "You got away, remember?" Vlad asked, a smug smirk appearing on his face. Danny tried to move his arms again, not liking that he was trapped. He didn't like it at all. "But you're home again," Vlad explained vaguely, "Safe and sound."

"No!" Danny yelled, bringing his wrists up again, only to see that the realization of his situation was setting in. He was trapped again. "No, no, no!" He yelled out in denial, not wanting to accept that his latest escape plan had gone south. That no matter what he did, he would never be free of him.

Vlad let out a chuckle before he stood up from where he sat and raised his hand in the air. Danny tensed, "Don't touch me!" He yelled, but it was already too late. Vlad lowered his hand and ruffled the boy's hair on his head tenderly. It was a fatherly gesture, and the teenager tensed up at this.

His next instinct was to fight the man. That he wouldn't get away with this mental torture on his mind. He lifted his arms up, only for them to be restrained. He hated this. He hated Vlad. He hated what he was doing to him. "Stop," Danny whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, stop…" He trailed, knowing that he was about to break from all the things that Vlad had done to him in the short span that he had been there.

"I only want what's best for you, little badger," Vlad stated, drawing his hand down from the teen's head. "I was thinking about letting you walk outside," he said, noticing how hopeful the teen's eyes had got. How they widened in excitement and anticipation. "But then I remembered how you tried to run the last time…" He trailed ambiguously.

"No!" Danny yelled, the desperate urge to see the sky and embrace nature overcoming his pride. Vlad glanced at the teenager from out of the corner of his eyes, "I won't run! I swear!" Danny yelled – borderline begged.

Vlad began to walk away, "I'll keep that in mind for next time," he mentioned, making Danny struggled against his bonds for a few seconds. The teenager wanted to make a break for it; he needed to get away from Vlad as quickly as possible. "I'm sure you'll earn that privilege back," he added, placing his hand on the door.

Danny's eyes widened, his opportunity to escape becoming slimmer with each passing second. "Vlad!" He yelled, watching how indifferent the man was. The teenager noted that it was as if the man hadn't even heard his name being called. As the door was being closed, Danny swallowed his dignity, "Dad!" He called out to the man just as the door was closing.

Slowly, it started to open again with Vlad poking his head through a small crack with a proud smile on his face, "Yes, son?" He asked, and at the mention of 'son' Danny felt a shiver run down his back. He couldn't do it. The teenager couldn't call the man who he hated 'father' or anything close to that term. Danny shook his head and pulled at his restraints again.

"Daniel, you're going to get used to calling me that name if you ever want to see the sun again," Vlad promised darkly, narrowing his eyes over at the teenager.

"I won't!" Danny yelled, sitting up to get a better sight of the man who held him prisoner. "Because I'm going to find a way out of here," he announced.

Vlad glared, "I forgot just how determined you were," he muttered, although Danny picked it up with his enhanced hearing. The older halfa closed the door, leaving the teenager alone with his thoughts.

Before long, the teenager was back in his own personal hell. His room was as dark and pitch black as he remembered. He didn't remember much, but at least he had gotten his ghost powers back. Now, it was just the hard task of getting outside. If he could reach the highway, then he could turn intangible and ride one of those trucks.

The most he could get was a few miles, but that was all he needed to get a head start away from Vlad. His first escape attempt told him that only running into the forest was a bad idea. The older halfa had found him in no time. And then decided to give him a pretty nasty burn on his shoulder in return for his disobedience. Then again, Danny might have said a few colorful things at the man to earn it.

He was sitting down on the circular platform in the center of the room. The mirrors stared back at him, letting him know how truly trapped he was. The teenager was never one to feel claustrophobic, but he was beginning to. That, and paranoid about being watched. Because he knew for sure that the older halfa was on the other side of those mirrors watching him. Waiting for his presence to be known so that their lovely two hour conversation could start.

The teenager began to tremble, he couldn't go through this. The medical bed was a much needed rest from these torture sessions. Vlad had let him rest for a few hours before bringing him back to his room. Or, that's what Vlad called it. To Danny, this was nowhere close to a room.

"Vlad!" Danny yelled out, standing up from his sitting position with a desperate look on his face. Silence echoed around the room, making Danny stared up at one of the mirrors. He took notice of his shape, knowing that Vlad gave him meals, but the teenager only ate what he could to survive. He wouldn't eat the full plate knowing that Vlad wanted the teenager to think highly of him.

Even the things that the teenager needed on a regular basis, Vlad turned around in his favor. The teenager took notice of this within the first two hours of his captivity. Shaking his head, he slid against the circular platform. He propped a knee up on the ground and leaned his back against the side of the platform.

"How long do you plan on keeping me here…?" Danny asked weakly, looking down at the black floor.

"It's already been two months, Daniel," Vlad called out, his voice echoing around the room. Danny's eyes widened in shock at how long he had been in captivity. To the teenager, it hadn't felt that long. It felt like a week at the most. He shook his head, not believing the man. "Should I remind you that your friends haven't come for you?"

Danny was silent. He knew that if his friends were coming for him, then they would have. They would have found out that it was Vlad in no time at all and came to rescue him. Yet, they didn't. He was still here; he was still under Vlad's rule. Vlad's endless torture.

He wanted to call Vlad out on it. That he was lying – somehow. But, the teenager knew that the older halfa had never lied to him before, and he stayed true to his word. His friends weren't coming; that was a fact now.

The teenager's posture slumped and he slowly looked up at the mirror. Why was he fighting anymore if there was no one back home who cared if he went missing? Who would possibly come after him? A bunch of teenagers? Against a forty year old half ghost who even out powered him? The notion was ridiculous, Danny knew he only won against Vlad with some extra help. And now, he was on his own. And he wasn't faring well against his arch enemy.

"I'm done," Danny whispered, looking over to where he suspected Vlad was watching him from.

"What do you mean you're done?" Vlad asked, trying to pry the words out of the teenager's mouth. Danny wanted to clench his fists in defiance, but found that he didn't have any strength left to fight. Fighting against Vlad was hopeless, the older halfa eventually got what he wanted anyways. It was a losing battle to fight against him.

The teenager looked back down at the ground, "I'm done fighting with you," he said, although his sadness could be heard through his tone. "I was always destined to lose," he muttered, not bothering to look up when the lights quickly turned on.

Vlad's footsteps could be heard echoing in the small room, and Danny shook his head, "You always win; I'm done," he restated, his body tensing up when Vlad stood in front of him. The young halfa looked up to see his arch enemy with a smirk on his face.

The man bent down, ruffling the boy's head. Danny tensed, but didn't try and move away. "Oh, Daniel," Vlad said in complete endearment, "That's all I wanted to hear," he said, making Danny start to shake uncontrollably. Sure, the teen was tired of fighting, but he still feared the man in front of him.

"What are you going to make me do?" Danny asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Now that he agreed to be Vlad's son and apprentice, he was scared of that the older halfa would have him do. He didn't want to kill people, or steal things. He didn't want to do anything that involved Vlad at all.

"For now, you can start by studying business," he stated, standing up and removing his hand from the boy's head. "You are going to be my heir," he reaffirmed, making Danny look up at Vlad with vacant eyes. He had his future snatched away from him. The teen wanted to be an astronaut, but now he was forced into being Vlad's son. It wasn't fair. "Don't look so glum, Daniel," Vlad ordered, making Danny look down at the ground. "You agreed to this," he mentioned, holding a hand out to the teenager.

Danny saw the hand from the corner of his eyes and looked up slowly. No, he only agreed to this because he was forced to. Because Vlad had kidnapped him to begin with. He bit his tongue, the burn on his shoulder proved that speaking his mind in front of Vlad was asking for punishment. He placed a hesitant hand in Vlad's, and in one strong motion the older halfa lifted the teenager up to his feet.

"Now, let's get you out of those clothes and into some proper ones," Vlad commented, walking towards the exit of the room with his hands behind his back. Whereas the man was completely charismatic, the boy on the other hand, was depressed.

Danny followed Vlad out of the room slowly, knowing that his free will was completely gone.


"Keep your eyes peeled," Bobby hissed out, his shotgun at the ready as he ventured down the hallways of the luxurious mansion. He heard of the Vlad Masters estate, but he never knew just how huge it was. It was as if the man had more money than he knew what to do with it. "If you see Danny, let the other team know."

"Doesn't that defeat the point of a stealthy mission?" Gabriel questioned, looking up from his magazine with a smug smirk. He received glares from the others around him, and his smirk slowly fell off his face, "Well, I'm just pointing out the obvious!" He defended.

Dean glanced over at the magazine and let out a small smirk of his own. On the page were busty half dressed women, and Gabriel noticed that he was eyeing up his magazine as well. Sam glanced over at his older brother and shook his head and rolled his eyes in disgust at their antics.

The older brother quickly looked away and punched Gabriel in the shoulder for even thinking about bringing a magazine like that along with them. Dean then grabbed his own shotgun and decided to venture down the hallway. Gabriel followed him and stored the magazine away in his butt pocket.

Dean and Gabriel were cautious and alert, looking for the young halfa that was missing. Dean actually went up to the teen's room to ask if he wanted to go down to an antique car show with him. Only to realize and remember that the teenager was taken away from him. He clenched his shotgun tightly, turning a corner as he strafed forward.

They were met face to face with a man wearing a suit. He had a balding head, and Gabriel immediately tensed up. Dean glanced at him from the corner of his eyes before looking back at the man in front of him.

"Gabriel…" Zachariah trailed, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, "Working with the hunters, are you?" He asked, placing his arms out to his sides, "That doesn't follow the prophecy."

"Well, maybe I don't want to follow Michael's pointless war," Gabriel defended with a sly smirk. The perverted angel then turned towards Dean, "Go find Casper, will you?" Gabriel asked, pushing Dean back by an unseen force.

Dean's eyes widened, but he didn't have time to argue before blinding lights overcame his vision. The hunter stumbled back a few steps before slamming his back into the wall behind him. When he looked back over at the battle field, the angels had disappeared from the hallway. The hunter decided to not question it and gripped his shotgun even tighter.

He ran down the hallway; determined to find his younger brother in this large and expansive mansion.


"Honestly, Daniel, are you even trying?" Vlad asked, picking up the business mock practice test.

"You only gave me a few hours and I'm not that great of a student!" Danny defended with a glare. Vlad sternly looked over at the teenager with a small glare of his own. Danny tensed, he hadn't meant to speak his mind, but the stupid mock practice test had a lot of tricky questions. He had a feeling that Vlad had written the test just to see him fail.

Danny slammed the pencil down on the table and leaned back in his wooden seat. They were at the library of the mansion, and he was already feeling uncomfortable. Vlad had made him change into black slacks along with a white button down shirt. It was completely different from what he used to wear, and he had a sinking feeling that Vlad wanted him to realize that his future wasn't his anymore.

The way he dressed.

What his career would be.

What else could Vlad do to make him feel worse than he already did?

"Do it again," Vlad ordered, slamming down a clean test in front of him.

Danny glared at the man and hastily picked up his pencil. When he got to number one, there was a sudden shaking in the castle. It made his entire desk that he was writing on slide to the left, and his pencil rolled out of his hand. "What was that?" Danny asked, looking over towards the exit of the library.

Vlad crossed his arms before he morphed into his ghostly counterpart. "Stay put," he barked out, teleporting out into the hallway. Danny rolled his eyes, knowing that he should stay where he was to avoid incurring the wrath of his new father.

He propped his elbow up on the desk and picked back up his pencil. "What is a Long-Term Care Ombudsman…?" He asked before letting out an agitated sigh, "Like I know!"

"Danny?" Asked a male's voice that he had never heard before enter the library. It was gruff and demanding. Curious, the teenager turned around just as the mahogany double doors opened. "Danny!" Dean yelled, running over to where the young halfa was sitting.

Danny only stared at the man and noticed he had a shotgun. Other than that, he had no idea who this guy was; or how he knew his name.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Dean asked, looking down at the teenager. "C'mon, let's go!" He yelled, darting his shoulder back towards the exit.

"Uh…who are you?" Danny asked, and at that moment, Dean's eyes widened slowly.

To be continued…