The feeling of the cool water flowing over his hand into the tub pulled a yearning from his core. He missed the far frozen, he missed the excited thrum that filled his being when the cold reacted with his core. It didn't happen often, not when how often he'd rather come back to his apartment rather then the zone. Cerulean orbs shifted to the empty spot on the toilet. He should probably grab clothes before he hopped in. Pulling the sleeves on his shirt over his hands, he pulled himself away from the comfort of the water, pushing past the door frame...

Then there was pressure, unbelievable pressure. It wasn't much like his experiences before, heavy and forceful, but even. All across his body, a stinging pain erupting from his middle. His vision blurred, almost like trying to look through a frost covered window. The heavy fog obscured the familiar surrounds below him. When did he get on the ceiling?

Warmness dripped from his face, a similar feeling around his midsection. The pain that thrummed through his body fogged his mind, his thoughts flowing through in broken words. Even then he knew, this was supernatural. There was no other sense to it. He didn't lose control, he wasn't accidently floating along the roof, not with the consist feeling of power holding him up.

Darkness started curving around his vision, the want to just let go growing further in his mind. Then he saw him. Even through the frost he could make out the face, fear spiking through him.

Sam.

He hadn't said he was on his way, had he? Even then, as Sam settled in the bed the only thing Danny wanted to do was scream. Warn him. He needed to get out, now.

Danny!

The blur before his eyes worsen, barely seeing the other Winchester swooping into the room. Heat and pain rang through out his body, it took him a moment to realize the blur was increasing because of smoke. Fire.

No, no, no!

The darkness grew, a small feeling of relief filled him when Sam was pulled from view. The heat ate away at his skin, his core screamed for something, anything, for the pain to go away. For coldness to settle in. Everything fade away slowly, the vaguest feeling of cool hands wrapping around his forearm slipped through just as his consciousness gave way.

Sam, please be safe.

Danny seized upwards, arms wrapping around his middle, lungs gasping for air. Eyes flying open, quickly scanning his surrounding. One name at the forefront of his thoughts. Sam. Did Sam really get out? Was Dean really there? Was Sam even there? Did his dying mind think of it? Shit, did he die?

All thoughts came to screeching halt, eyes narrowing down to a familiar yeti. Down? A yelp left his lips, pain spiking through his spine once he made contact with the cool ice slab below him. When did he start to float?

"Great one! You mustn't move so much, you're still healing!" The large specter called, rushing by his side. A heavy paw rested against his shoulder, the ice prosthetic hovering worryingly over his legs. Danny swallowed, a tightness settled in his throat, the familiar prickle of tears spreading across his eyes and nose. He met Frostbite's eyes, seeing nothing but fear and worry in them. He tore his gaze away, taking in the large ice structures around him, snow piled along the floor. His core thrummed softly in content at the coolness sweeping through him.

"Sam?" Danny choked out, throat feeling scratchy and worn out.

"He's alright." Frostbite reassured, reaching for a surprisingly liquid glass nearby. "His brother pulled him out." Danny exhaled, gratefully accepting the water. He had feared that he imagined the elder Winchester coming in. That Sam had burned in the building just like he had. Or should have.

"How?" Danny asked, glossy eyes landing back on his furry friend. "How am I... here? Alive?" It took a moment for Danny to realize, he was still breathing, he could still feel his heart pump along with his core. He was still just as alive as he had been before everything. How long has it even been?

"The timekeeper, he sent a team after you." Frostbite explained, settling on an stool nearby. "They made it just as Sam had left, your lover and his kin are alright." He reassured, softly rubbing his shoulder. Danny swallowed down the rest of the water.

"But how did I survive? I should have... that should have killed me." Danny felt the uncomfortable dread fill him. No one, no normal human, would have survived that. He shouldn't have, which meant the world would think...

"Legally, you didn't," Danny jumped, head whipping to meet Pandora's eyes. Her normal dress and armor substituted for a simple black and gold dress, her purple fire still rested high on her head in a pony tail. Danny swallowed, squashing the urge to rush over for a hug. The thrums of pain still raging through out his body kept him in his seat. His core and heart ached for the motherly embrace she always offered. "However, because of your ghostly half, your living side managed to heal after sometime." Danny's brain zeroed in on her words.

"How long?" Danny swallowed, eyes not leaving hers. His heart hammered in his chest, his brain trying to accept the concept that he was dead to his world. That everyone believed he died in that fire. That Sam believed he was gone.

"Easy now little one, it's been sometime, yes, but-"

"How long." Danny repeated, muscles tense against the scream of his body wanting to relax. How long had the Winchesters lived there life? How long had they mourned? How far from Sam's mind did Danny get? How buried?

"Six weeks." Pandora solemnly answered, the sadness in her eyes said enough.

"Over a month." Danny echoed, a tight clenching rested in his chest. That would be enough time, wouldn't it? He would be dead to the brothers' now.

"I'm sorry." Her words were soft, her boots clicked against ice as she moved closer. "The strain on your living side rested you in a coma, we were unsure of when you would wake up, if you ever would." Danny meet her eyes once more, finally taking in the toll of the experience on her.

"And Charles?"

"He's off on business, but he would wish he could be here." She explained, settling next him. Danny's head instinctively leaned against one of Pandora's blue hands once it rested against his hair. The feeling of her hands combing through his dark locks helped ease some of the tension in his muscles.

"Sam, has he?"

"Moved on? Not quite, but he does believe you are gone." Pandora gently spoke, resting her other arms behind her back. "In the end, it's your decision if you want to go find him. I'll support you wherever you decide to go." Danny exhaled, sliding his eyes closed.

"I just want... sleep." Danny mumbled, the fight, fear, and anger slowly slipping from him. In their wake settled exhaustion.

"Rest child, the world will be here when you awake." Danny wasn't sure what he meant to say, the words escaping him in nonsensical sounds. His mind slowly shutting down, his body slowly going limp.

"Are you going to chase after him?" Dora asked, hands working methodically on changing the bandages resting along Danny's skin. The halfa sighed, eyes trailing along his twisted flesh. He'd only be too luck to have escaped this without any scarring, but of course he wouldn't posses such luck. Dora had explained already that they should fade, with time his healing factor would shed away the scarred tissue and replace it with fresh, new ones. Danny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted. Then again, it was only a theory.

"I don't know." Danny mumbled resting his head against the soft fabric of the pillow. Once he woke up from his nap, he found one of Pandora's decorative pillows resting below him. The reminder of her was enough to have the safe feeling from before settle in his bones. "He must have mourned enough by now."

"Or not at all." Dora reminded. "Clockwork and Pandora won't clear you to leave just yet, not until your core is up to the task." The reminder had Danny tugging softly for his power, only to greeted with a straining thrum of pain. The amount of energy and time it took for his other half to heal him drained him, he could barely fire up an ectoblast without immediately feeling tuckered out.

"I know, but my friends..." Danny trailed, finally tearing his eyes away from his mangled skin. The sensation of prickles behind his eyes returned, but he refused to let it grow from there. He couldn't shed tears, not now. As much as he'd love to wallow in his self-pity and misery, he couldn't. There was too much going on, too many people that had more reason to feel worse then he does right now.

"Your friends need you, and so does the zone." Dora reminded, dropping the soiled gauze into a pile on the ground. A small ecto-fire already eating away at it, discarding it from view. "You're the king. While your weak you can finally address the things that mortal life has been keeping you from."

"And once I'm better?" Danny asked, finally opening his eyes. He was met with the view of Dora's golden hair as her head dipped to clean away at his flesh. As much as it hurt, as much as his body screamed to get away, he didn't so much as flinch. The pain was being shoved to the back of his mind, he didn't have time to focus on that. It was going to hurt regardless, why even bother paying it any mind?

"Once you're healed, then you decide." Dora spoke like it was obvious, like she shouldn't have to explain it. Danny sighed, shaking his head. Dropping his head back down to stare at the glistening ice on the ceiling. "Look, you can either spend you time healing acting like a kicked puppy, or you can keep yourself busy and spend your nights thinking through your options."

Danny groaned, throwing his unoccupied hand over his eyes. The groan of his shoulder and skin sung quietly behind his thoughts. He could finally take a more active role as ghost king, or he could spend his time training and trying to get better so he can leave. So he can find his friends, his family. Sam. Dean. Tucker. Jazz. Samantha. All of them, they all grieved for him while he was very much still here. But they grieved didn't they, they mourned. So who was he to pull all those feelings back up to the surface.

"Someone can grieve and move on in just six weeks, couldn't they?" Danny mused, letting the darkness of his eyelids pull him away from the feeling of hands working away at him.

"Sure they can." Dora spoke after a moment of silence. Danny could easily sense the nonchalant shrug she gave along with it. "But, they also could be burying themselves in the pain of it all." Danny groaned, wrapping his fingers in his hair. The movement pulled the protection against the light away from his eyes, causing the smallest burst of colors in the darkness.

"You're absolutely no help."

"You could go around asking all the ghosts." Dora spoke, the soft sizzle of used gauze burning away followed her words. "You'd get an even amount of people telling you to go after him, and an even amount telling you not to. Unless you ask the old man, he'd tell you only time could tell." Danny chuckled at the horrible impersonation of Clockwork she offered.

"I hate when your right." Danny moan, opening his eyes to meet much too joyful ruby ones.

"Hey, now that I know you aren't dying, I can actually take pleasure in this." Dora laughed, finishing off the last of the bandage that needed taping down. Danny chuckled, pulling his arm away from her grasp.

"You don't know, I still have time to croak." Danny shook his head, pulling himself into a seating position. "Maybe this time I won't half-ass it." The laugh Dora gave pulled a genuinely smile onto Danny's lips. As much as everything hurt, his body, his heart, his mind... Having this family, having all his friends to fall back on as he healed helped.

Even as he laughed along, the soft pang of guilt rang loudly in his heart. How can he be laughing when his living friends might still be in pain?

AN: Take this double update as a belated Christmas/Holiday gift?

I haven't had too much motivation to write, but after I finished editing and rereading the last chapter, and talked over some ideas with my sister, this chapter was born.

I thought about holding off and publishing it closer to the new years, but then realized if I was a reader, I'd absolutely be be dying to know what happened next lol

So I hope you guys enjoy this update, and are happy to know that Danny lives, not unscarred, but alive.

Also, I had the biggest laugh at a review by JudoJitsu saying how they never even watched Supernatural. I'm sorry (not sorry) to inform you that Supernatural does not get better lmao It's a massive shitshow, but I love it. I'm also glad you love this story!

Until next time! (Having no clue how long that'll be, sorry for any long waits)