A/N: okay this is my first attempt of a crossover story, I've had this story in my head for a while and finally wrote it down now I'm going to try it out on here. This is after Phantom Planet and in season one of Supernatural after Dean learns of Sam's visions, John is not in story until later. All reviews are welcome thank you I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Supernatural or any of the characters. Any musical references mentioned are also not mine. No copyright infringement is intended, this is written just for fun and pure enjoyment of the reader.

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Chapter 2: Finding Danny and Tests

Sam was still reading his book at the table of his and Dean's dingy hotel room, while Dean was sleeping with TV still on.

The book was starting to get intense as Sam read, he jumped and dropped his book on the floor, when there was a loud bang outside.

Sam looked over at Dean, he was still fast asleep, with his mouth slightly opened. Sam laughed at the sight and got up to check out what the noise was.

He slipped into his coat and flipped the hood over his head. He grabbed his gun and headed for the door.

Sam opened the door and seen that the rain had slowed to a drizzle. He stepped out into the rain and looked left then right and didn't see anything, but being raised as a hunter, when something doesn't look like anything, it most likely is something.

There was an alley to the right, so Sam started walking towards it, gun at the ready.

He was almost to the alley, when a bright flash came from the alley. Sam threw up his arm to shield his eyes from the bright light. Now he was sure that it was something.

Once he was sure the light was gone, he swung around the corner of the alley. What met his eyes was a soaked teenager, lying next to one of the many garbage cans that littered the alley.

Sam immediately ran to the boy, looking around all the while, looking for signs of the weird light.

When Sam got to him, he noticed how thin and pale he was. He looked to be about 14 or 15 and he had black hair. His clothes consisted of blue denim pants, a blue jacket, a red and white shirt, and his shoes were skater shoes, that were also red and white. Sam put his gun in the back of his pants, took his coat off and draped it over the boy, who moaned.

"It's alright kid," Sam said softly picking him up, " my name is Sam, I got you." the boy looked at him with brilliant sapphire blue, tired eyes for a couple seconds, then decided he could trust Sam and rested his head against Sam's chest.

Sam covered as much of the boy as he could with his coat and quickly made his way back to the room.

Since he couldn't open the door with the kid in his arms, he kicked the door a couple times. He heard Dean rustling around and his gun cock. Then he heard "Sam?" the door opened to a confused Dean.

"What are you doing outside and why is there a kid in your arms?" Dean asked Sam, who pushed past Dean to get into the room.

"Well I heard a bang and went to investigate and this is what I found." Sam said calmly as he laid the boy on the his bed.

"Did you test him?" Dean asked, holding up the flask full of holy water.

"Not yet," Sam said, grabbing the flask from Dean, "I just got him in here and I couldn't do it in the rain."

Sam unscrewed the cap off the flask and splashed a few drops onto the boy, nothing happened.

Next he got some salt from his bag and sprinkled it onto him, the boy groaned in his unconscious state and turned his head but other than that nothing else happened.

"We can test the iron and silver on him when he wakes up." Sam said putting the salt back into his bag.

"In the morning we'll ask his name and what he's doing out in the rain at this time of the night." Dean said flopping back down on his bed.

"And where his parents are." Sam said taking the boy's wet socks and shoes off and setting them by the heater.

Dean nodded and threw his covers back over himself, then asked Sam, "Where are you sleeping, since the kid has your bed."

"On the floor." Sam said as he was taking off first his own jacket, then the boy's jacket and also setting it by the heater.

"Are you sure?" Dean said throwing the covers back off of him, "I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"I'm sure." Sam said pulling the covers up to the boy's chin, tucking the covers around him.

"Alright," Dean said again throwing the covers over himself, "good night."

"Night." Sam said, heading to the bathroom to take a warm shower, before he settled down for the night.

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The first thing Danny noticed when he woke up was that he was warm, even though his clothes were still a little damp, and laying on something soft.

He vaguely remembered a man picking him up and saying, "It's alright kid, I got you." For some reason he had trusted the guy when he looked up at him.

The second thing he noticed were two voices, one he recognized as the man who saved him from the rain and a bad cold, the second one he didn't.

The one that had found him, Sam, was talking to the other male voice, he opened his eyes and stayed still as he listened to their conversation.

"Do you think we should wake him up?" Sam asked.

"We'll wait five more minutes then we'll wake him," The other voice answered, "and Sam what are we going to tell him when he wakes up, we can't just say 'hey can you cut yourself with this silver knife and touch this piece of iron so we know you're not a vampire or a ghost so we don't have to kill you, oh and by the way we hunt the supernatural."

Danny's eyes widen at this and he gasped, which he mentally kicked himself for, because now they knew he was awake.

Sam came by the side of the bed into his field of vision and smiled down at him.

"Hey kid," Sam said, "how you feeling?" Danny pushed himself up slowly and looked around at the other man that was sitting at the table.

"My name is Danny," he told Sam, looking back at him, "not kid."

The man at the table snorted and Danny looked back at him, while Sam sent him a glare.

"Well, Danny," Sam turning back towards him, "how you feeling?"

"I'm okay I guess," Danny said still looking at the other man, "I'm not hurt, just tired."

"Well that's good to hear," Sam said, "if you don't remember, my name is Sam and that's my brother Dean."

'So these two are brothers.' Danny thought, then turning to Sam, he asked, "What is this that you are hunters?" Danny emphasized the hunters with quotations with his fingers.

Sam looked at Dean and Dean nodded.

"We hunt the supernatural," Dean said, "ghost, demons, vampires, werewolves, you name it we've probably hunted it."

Danny nodded taking it in, it wasn't so different to what he did, and all he did was hunt ghosts.

Then Danny got an idea. He could stay with these two and help them. Even though he had no idea how to fight any thing other than ghosts, he was a fast learner.

"Well I'm a hunter too," Danny said and when he say the brother's shocked looks he added, "but I specialize in ghosts, that's all really know, it was a family business, you could say." Even though he didn't mention his parents it still hurt to talk about his family.

"Oh well that changes things then." Sam said, smiling and walking over to the table.

"Sam, we should still test him." Dean said in a low whisper only meant for Sam to hear, but with his ghost abilities helping him with sharper hearing, Danny heard.

Sam gave Dean a look and before Sam could say anything Danny interrupted.

"Its alright, its standard procedure," Danny said, "I understand, its only smart, but just so you know I'm allergic to iron, I get a really bad rash."

Danny had never told anybody that not even Tucker or Sam, his Sam, when he got his ghost powers is when he started getting rashes every time he came into contact with iron or when he ate it.

He also noticed that when he throw a piece of iron at a ghost while fighting one, it would disappear for a few moments. So he added it up to a ghost thing.

"Really?" Dean said, eyeing him suspiciously. Danny nodded afraid they wouldn't believe him.

"Look it up if you don't believe me," Danny said noticing the laptop on the table, "its not that rare."

Danny watched as Sam grabbed the laptop, sat down, and opened it then began typing. After a few minutes he closed it and looked at Dean.

"He's not lying," Sam said, "I guess a lot of people are allergic to iron, who know."

Sam then laughed looking at Dean, who joined him after a few moments.

Danny looked at them puzzled, what was so funny, he was just allergic to iron. Danny didn't find it all that funny, he got a rash and it itched like crazy.

Danny folded his arms then said, "I don't think its funny." Sam slowly stopped laughing and hit Dean on the arm for still laughing.

"Sorry Danny," Sam said still with a smile on his face, "we just never heard of something like that."

"Hhmph," Danny said, with his arms still folded across his chest, "can we just get it over with so I can take a shower."

Sam had a look on his face like he just remembered that Danny's clothes were still probably wet.

Sam looked over at Dean, then Dean got up and went to his duffle bag and pulled out a silver knife and a small coin, which Danny assumed was iron.

Dean walked over to Danny and Danny held out his arm. Dean pressed the iron coin to his forearm and almost immediately he felt his skin get hot and after a few moments red bumps starting forming around the coin.

When Dean saw the bumps he took the coin off and took Danny's arm and looked at the bumps.

"I guess he wasn't kidding." Dean said. Sam walked over and looked at the bumps too.

"Weird." Was all that Sam said, then went and sat back down at the table.

Dean then placed the silver knife a little above his rash, which was slowly spreading.

"Ready?" Dean asked Danny. Danny nodded then closed his eyes as he felt the blade run across his skin, and felt the familiar trickle of hot blood run down his arm. He felt Dean press a cloth on the cut.

Danny opened his eyes and took his arm back from Dean, keeping a hold of the cloth, which looked to be a piece of an old shirt.

"Now that we know I'm not a monster can I please take a shower?" Danny asked.

"Sure," Sam said, "I'll try to see if we have some smaller shirts of pants for you."

"Thanks." Danny said pushing the covers off with his feet, and standing up. Before he could get to the bathroom. Dean stopped him with a question.

"How old are you anyways Danny?"

"Sixteen." Danny replied, and closed the bathroom door without waiting for Dean to answer.

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A/N: I'm so so sorry about this chapter taking so long had a lot of stuff happen first I had to plan a baby shower, then one of cousins died and then my sister had her baby its been a busy couple of months but please read and review please J ~Arica Duke