A/N: Long time no update! But do not fret, I'm not dead. On the other hand, I have been a little busy with college. (But I might as well be dead, right?) So, that's where I've been. Hope you all had a lovely holidays, I enjoyed mine.

Any readers from South Carolina, I don't know how you do it. You guys are brave. Two weeks is enough for me. I don't like the cold weather at all. I'm staying in south Florida forever.

Anyway, let's just get right to it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

When the smoke cleared from around him, Danny looked up tiredly, yet confidently, at the older halfa. Although he was on the verge of passing out from purely the pain alone, he held himself together. Shifting his weight on his right foot to ease up to force from his ribs, he slowly let out a controlled breath to level his breathing. The need to gain back control was strong – he wouldn't let Vlad win.

Plasmius let out a fanged smirk at his actions, already knowing it was only a matter of time before the teen passed out. He just needed to make him over-exerted enough to morph back. Placing a hand out in front of him, he stared down at the younger halfa.

Danny narrowed his eyes at Vlad's only warning that he was going to attack. Within a fraction of a second, pink ecto-blasts rained down upon him. Barely having enough time to evade them, he turned intangible before flying into the air. Once a few feet above the ground, he scanned the ground trying to find a trace of Plasmius.

Looking up to his left, he received a fist full of pink before being sent flying towards the wall to the right. Danny closed his eyes before doing a small summersault just as his feet made contact with the wallpaper. He remained standing on the wall for a few seconds before Plasmius instantly teleported in front of him.

His eyes went wide, and he quickly back flipped on the wall when Plasmius' fist created a small noticeably sized crater where the teen was a few seconds previously.

Landing on his feet once again, he stumbled backwards, off balance from his lack of energy. His legs felt numb, and his arms were screaming out in agony not to be used. Clenching his teeth, he looked up at his opponent once again. Against his overwhelming exhaustion, he slowly raised a shaking hand.

"Daniel," Plasmius said, walking on the wall towards him. Danny eyed the man and made sure to keep his distance. Whenever the older halfa was close to him he had the advantage.

"We both know you won't last much longer."

The teen then glared at the man. Vlad didn't know what he could and couldn't do. How far he would be willing to go to protect the ones that he cared about.

His glare lightened up as he slowly lowered his hand.

"Funny thing is, Vlad…" Danny trailed, making the older halfa raise a curious eyebrow at what the teen was going on about. "As much as I hate to admit it, you do know my limits. You know my limits better than I do."

Plasmius chose not to comment.

"But even if I'm on my knees and I can't fight anymore – I will still fight against you. Because that's a part of who I am," Danny spoke, making the man start to chuckle, "It's who I always will be."

"Always is such a trivial word, my boy," Vlad commented, "Who you are today you weren't yesterday. Time will always be changing, the actions that you perform today change who you will be tomorrow."

Danny let out a dry chuckle before looking down on the ground, "And that's what you're counting on, aren't you?" The teen asked sarcastically. Looking back up at his enemy, he saw how proud Vlad looked at what he had pieced together. "To change me little by little and shape me into what you want."

Vlad started to clap slowly, "Perhaps you can be taught something after all."

Without any warning, Danny quickly rose his hand and fired relentlessly at the older halfa. A sudden emotion taking over that the teen wasn't quite sure where it had come from. He suspected it was a steady build-up of stress, anxiety, and probably a mixture of both fear and anger.

Smoke started to sweep the room, making the visibility close to zero.

The man had taken everything from him.

His life.

His friends.

His family.

"Damn it, Plasmius!" Danny cursed, raising his other hand to join in on his attack. All Danny could see was the smoke forming from his blasts, but also the green light being emitted as he fired them. He couldn't tell where Vlad was, or even if he was aiming in the right direction.

But one thing was for certain – he was dead tired of having to deal with Vlad's schemes.

He kept firing and firing, he wasn't even aware of how much time had passed.

Blasts of green was the only thing that he seemed to acknowledge, and the sound of his attacks started to dull out. He was in a daze – but he wouldn't stop firing. That was the one thing that he did know that he was supposed to do. Because if he were to stop then someone bad would win, and that wouldn't be good.

His body started to get sweaty, and his mind started to numb.

Falling to his knees, a white light appeared at his mid-section. Sometime during his attack he had walked off the wall and onto the floor without him realizing it. In his blind rage, he had managed to end up in the back of the room.

Footsteps echoed around the room, and hands grabbed his upper arms.

The teen was having a hard time remembering where he was, or why he was there.

"Danny, we have to go. We have to go now!" Sam yelled, hauling the teen up and dragging him backwards. Danny was in a daze, and he saw his shoes being dragged on the ground before slowly blinking. His breathing started to become heavy, and he honestly couldn't feel any of limbs at the moment.

Closing his eyes, he thought of his home.

"Danny! Don't you dare go to sleep on me!"

Opening up his eyes, he mumbled something incoherent before looking back up. They were in a different hallway now – it was immensely smaller compared to the large room where he was fighting Vlad. Trying to move his fingers, he was met with failure.

"Who are you?" Danny asked faintly, making Sam stop walking.

"Sam…"

"You've gotten strong, Sam," Danny remarked, thinking that it was his Sam. Back in Amity Park. He let out a chuckle, although it sounded muffled from not being able to breathe properly. "Seriously…Tuck could learn something."

Sam didn't comment on that, but decided to place his hand on the teen's forehead to see if he had a fever. It wasn't a surprise when it was almost boiling hot – if not a little concerning. He pulled away and resumed dragging the teen towards the entrance.

No wonder the teen was delirious.

"Man-hands!" Danny exclaimed before trying to turn his head to see Sam. "You need more moisturizer. Your hands are like, really rough. I mean…" He trailed before coughing a little, "It's not a bad thing, but how did you let it get like that?"

"Danny, please be quiet," Sam urged, looking around the area to make sure that the ghost hadn't been notified of their location by the teen's rambling. "He's going to hear us."

"Oh, okay, yeah, your parents," Danny nodded, trying to understand what was happening in his current condition. "Hey, but, can I ask you – why are there two people chasing us?" He asked, looking down the hallway to see Bobby and Dean running away from Plasmius. "Shit, Sam, did I rob a bank again?"

Dean was making a hand signal for Sam to run, and the younger hunter didn't need to be told twice to run when the going got tough. Picking up the chatty – albeit sweaty – teenager, he carried him bridal style before running down the hallway.

"Plasmius?" Danny asked, before narrowing his eyes and raising a hand, "I stole from Plasmius! Why didn't you stop me?!" He asked, the fear in his tone raising his already high body temperature. He shot at the older half ghost – or at least he tried to.

Bobby ducked as a green ecto-blast nearly collided with his head. He continued to run before glaring at the teenager who seemed to break out in a giddy laughter. The brat thought it was funny to be shooting at him, did he?

Letting out a grumble, "He's cleaning the garage for a week!"

"Bobby, to your left!" Dean yelled, moving out of the way when Plasmius shot down at them again. The old hunter nodded his head as he took out his shotgun and shot at the older half ghost just as a pink ecto-blast almost collided with his head.

"Don't you have an exorcism memorized or somethin'?" Bobby complained, glaring over at Dean, "Get this bozo off our tail?"

Dean let out half-snort, "With Danny this close in proximity? Do you want to save him or kill him?" He asked sarcastically before taking an ecto-blast in the shoulder. Letting out a pained hiss, Dean's hand shot up to his shoulder. The burning sensation was making the man's skin crawl in discomfort.

"Enough of these games!" Plasmius yelled, directing his hand over to the oldest in the group.

Bobby got shot in the leg and fell to the ground.

"Bobby!" Dean yelled out, making Sam slow down to make sure that his family was okay. Plasmius floated menacingly above them with his arms crossed. His cape was flowing in the non-existent wind, and he let out a triumphant smirk at the men.

"If you want this one to live," Vlad stated, placing a hand over at Bobby with his gloved hand illuminating a vibrant pink. "Then you will return Daniel to me."

Sam frowned in concern at the situation. They were seriously underequipped to deal with a being as superior as Plasmius. It seemed that however far away they would get with Danny, Plasmius would close in on them in no time at all. They never stood a chance – and the ghost could kill them all without giving it a second thought.

"Run!" Dean yelled over at his brother.

"Get Danny out of here!" Bobby urged, clutching his wounded leg, which was starting to develop a burning gash through it. "Get him home!" He ordered through clenched teeth. The pain that he was experiencing wasn't pleasant. It was comparable to the time that he had been mistaken as a werewolf and had been shot in the arm with a silver bullet twice.

Danny narrowed his eyes, "Look here, Vlad," the teen began, turning intangible through Sam's arms before the younger hunter was able to take off again. "I don't know what I stole from you…" He continued, taking wobbly steps over to the older halfa, "But you don't have to take it out on – Sam?" He asked looking back towards his friend.

She was standing in front of him with a small encouraging smile on her face. Her raven locks had never looked more luscious and her purple eyes glistened in the light. He never realized how pretty she was, or why he never noticed how beautiful she was before.

He nodded, shaking away his thoughts, before looking back over at Plasmius and opened his mouth to say something else on the matter. He closed it when he saw the two figures on the ground – they were Jazz and Tucker.

His heart sunk when he saw the condition that his sister was in.

Plasmius had shot her in the leg.

Running over to his sister with fear in his eyes, he grabbed her hand in his.

"Jazz?!" He yelled, and his sister gave him a pained stare. "No, no, no!" He yelled, looking over at the older half ghost. "How could you hurt my sister?!" He exclaimed, tears falling from his face.

Plasmius was thrown off from what was going on before he looked carefully at the teen and noticed that he had developed a fever by the perspiration that had appeared on his face. From what, he wasn't quite sure. But considering the state of the boy, it was alarming even for half-ghosts.

"Daniel, you need to lie down."

"Shut up!" Danny argued, "How could you do this to Jazz! I – I!" He yelled, clenching his fists. He opened his mouth and took in as much breath as he could. He then exhaled, making Plasmius' eyes widen in surprise.

How was it that this teenager could still keep fighting?

The older half ghost was sent flying down the hallway, making the hunters in the room look at each other. Dean walked over to Bobby and slung his arm around his shoulder.

"Time to go, Danny!" Sam yelled, scooping up the nearly-collapsed teenager in his arms before running down the hallway.

If there ever was a chance to gain the advantage – it was now.

Just as the team was reunited once again, they were instantly teleported to a hotel room. Gabriel was standing in the room with his arms crossed in boredom. Once his eyes landed on the shaking teenager, his face tightened in concern.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked, but Dean shot up with Bobby and got him on the bed.

"That's what we want to know. Did you teleport us here?" Sam asked, and Gabriel gave him a dry look with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a yes…?" Sam muttered, grabbing Danny carefully as he placed him on the bed in the room.

Gabriel let out an exaggerative sigh, "The fact that you even had to ask that question, Moose, makes me feel borderline insulted…" He trailed before snapping his fingers and a med-kit appeared on the bed. "What's up with the kid?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "He passed out – and I don't – this half ghost situation really…" He stated incomprehensibly before shaking his head. "I mean, how am I supposed to handle this? He has fractured ribs – he's lucky to even be able to keep breathing in his condition!"

"Isn't he half dead already?" Gabriel muttered before letting out a smirk.

"Can someone get him out of here?" Bobby asked in annoyance, his eyes darting towards the angel in irritation as Dean tended to his wounds. Dean dug his hands into the medical kit and pulled out a long bandage and alcohol. "It's bad enough with one teenager around."

Gabriel appeared over by the door, "I'm going to get donuts. Does anyone want anything?"

Sam looked over at him, "Donuts? Really?"

"Get me some pie," Dean stated, making his brother dart his head over to him with a glare. Dean noticed the glare and he glared back. "He offered, Sammy! And forgive me if I'm feeling a little stressed!"

Gabriel walked out of the room with a smile before closing the door. Walking over to the parking lot, he wasn't surprised to see one of his brother's waiting for him. He would have been pleasantly surprised if it was Castiel.

His eyes narrowed when the figure turned around.

"Michael…" Gabriel commented, and Michael frowned at the trickster angel. "This is a surprise! What are you – uh – what are you doing down – um…" Gabriel trailed, not forming a complete sentence. He felt as if there was something in his throat.

Without warning, Michael's hand shot out and grabbed Gabriel by the neck.

"We're going home, brother," Michael stated without emotion. "You have caused enough trouble."

"Don't you at least want to go get some donuts with me?" Gabriel asked, and when he received to answer, the angel let out a nervous chuckle, "Watching your weight then, I see."

And in a roar of thunder in the middle of the cloudless day – the two angels were gone without a trace that they were there at all.

To be continued…