For some reason I decided to do this while listening to Let it go... Turned out pretty good in my opinion. Reviews next chapter just in case you don't want to read the AN at the bottom.
Chapter 4: Hunter
A teen sprinted through the forest that surrounded the lonely cabin on a hillside. The little cottage consisted of rotten wood walls and a tin-plated roof, the furniture on the inside rotted out and ruined. The only non-wood part of the home was a little, rusted knife that said teen was now playing keep away with.
His opponent?
The vengeful spirit of one Clarisse McCullen. This particular lady-ghost was the murderer of her six children and six grandchildren. Once she'd committed her crime, she walked out to her front door, carved a pentagram on the wooden surface, and stabbed herself twelve times before slitting her throat.. She was currently known for luring people to her doorstep and torturing and killing them as she'd done her family with the very knife the teen was carrying.
And this lovely bachelorette was nipping on the heels of one Daniel John Fenton.
"Damn it!" Danny shouted, Clarisse slamming into his back and digging her claw-like nails deep into his shoulders. Her keening shriek rang out through the forest, the triumph evident in the cold sound. Danny screamed in pain as images of his time in Purgatory, hunted by clawed monsters, flashed behing his tightly closed eyes.
A tall man came around the corner and cocked a rifle.
"Hey!" the lean man shouted, anger coiling like a deadly snake in his voice. The kind McCullen bared her teeth and turned on him.
The rifle roared as it blasted the ghost off of the teenage half-ghost. The ghost howled and flickered out tangibility, its concentration snapped.
The tall man, clad in flannel and jeans, grabbed his water-bottle full of gasoline while Danny struggled to pull his salt packet from his pocket. Teeth grating, the halfa tore the packet open and dumped it on the knife as the man, Sam Winchester, poured gasoline on the murder weapon.
A second man, this one shorter than the first, came from behind a tree. His lighter exploded into flame and he lit the knife ablaze just as Clarisse roared and leapt for them. The malevolent spirit burst into flames and evaporated into oblivion.
Red and green droplets ran freely from Danny's back, but he was far too pissed to care. He grabbed Sam and the short man, Dean Winchester, by their flannel collars and pulled them down to his level. He might've been 19, but he was still very short.
"What the hell was that? I could've died!" he snarled in their faces, eyes glowing toxic green.
"You're the 'ghost expert' and 'can take any ghost!' Where's your bravado from that news broadcasting?" Dean smirked, though his eyes showed his shame.
"We got held up with salting and burning her bones. We thought that would stop her, but as you can tell she was bound by the knife," Sam explained, his tone sympathetic.
Danny nodded in understanding, though he was still pissed. He let go of their shirts and they gave a sigh of relief as his eyes faded back to their normal icy blue.
He then proceeded to punch Dean in the jaw.
"That was for mocking me, and I know for a fact you're the one that came to that idiotic conclusion."
Dean and Danny got in a wrestling match right there in the forest, laughing and bantering at each others antics.
Meanwhile, Sam watched with an unamused expression.
Just a quickie, been trying to come up with a good plot. Review responses next chapter.