Summoned: Chapter 2

"Bullshit," Dean snapped at the kid, "ghosts don't glow, and they sure as hell don't show up when summoning a demon. What are you, really? You better answer quick, or you're gonna have a face fulla silver in the next five seconds."

The expression on Dean's face was all Danny needed to realize that the man wasn't kidding around, that his threat was very, very real.

Danny's only response, however, was to let loose an exasperated sigh. If Sam and Dean didn't know any better (which they didn't, having only just met the kid) they had the sneaking suspicion he was more than accustomed to such threats.

"I'm not lying," Danny started, sounding incredibly tired. In the back of his mind he wondered if it was even worth the effort to try and plead his case. No one ever seemed to listen to him, after all. "Look," he continued despite his reservations, sparing a glance between the two men and barely restraining the urge to roll his eyes, "I don't know what kind of ghosts you deal with or whatever, but where I come from everyone's got the whole ethereal lightshow goin' on." Danny made an exaggerated, albeit stiff, motion around himself with his free hand, mindful of his sore torso. "Well, the ghosts, anyway." he added as an afterthought, "I mean, I guess it'd be kinda weird if everyone in town started glowing."

"Where you come from…" the sasquatch repeated, his forehead creasing as he leaned forward ever so slightly. "Where exactly is that?"

"Amity Park," Danny supplied without hesitation as he bit back a groan, an eyebrow raised, "you know, the most haunted city in the US?"

At the frowns and obvious looks that signified they had no idea what he was talking about, Danny continued, unable to hold back from rolling his eyes this time.

"Daily ghosts attacks?" The men furrowed their brows.

"The whole city disappeared off the face of the map that one time?" They scoffed at him in clear disbelief.

"Local ghost kid superhero?" Were they… were they laughing?!

"You can't seriously tell me none of this sounds familiar!" Danny practically yelled, his patience wearing thin. "I know Amity doesn't make the national news all too often, but come on! You've had to've heard at least something!"

Yup, they were most definitely laughing.

Danny let loose a growl, more than a little frustrated. "I can't believe this…" he heatedly muttered to himself as he lowered his gaze to the floor. Maybe, just maybe, if he glared hard enough he'd be able to set the floor on fire.

Danny knew not too many people outside of Amity Park believed what went on in the city was real, rather believing the stories to be some ridiculous attempt at publicity to draw in tourists and subsequently money, but he was sure the town had made the national papers on more than one occasion. A quick search on the internet one time had even pulled up a few web pages and blogs about his ghostly persona, not to mention a few about his more notable enemies. Maybe these guys just hadn't seen any of that stuff?

"Seriously, kid," Dean started with a laugh as he wiped at his eye with the back of his hand, "I don't know what kinda fantasy you've got cookin' up in that noggin of yours, but ghosts don't help people."

"What, 'cause they're evil?" Danny snapped angrily.

"I… well, yeah, pretty much," Dean responded with a nonchalant shrug.

Danny glared at the man, his acidic green eyes glowing to reflect his turbulent emotions. "You sound just like my parents," he tsk'ed, averting his gaze to the side.

Sam frowned. Was the kid …pouting? Seriously?

Deciding to try and keep the situation from escalating, Sam spoke up, hoping to shift the topic of discussion.

"So… superhero?" he coaxed, to which Dean shot him a dubious look, one that clearly said 'what the hell're you doing'; Sam waved a placating hand at his brother. There was no harm in hearing the kid out, right?

With a heavy sigh, Danny replied, "I know how dumb it sounds, believe me-" Sam smacked Dean as he snorted, "-but that's just how the press and everyone at school like to refer to me as. I guess 'cause it kinda draws a line between me and the ghosts that attack the city.

"Ghosts are evil, but a superhero? Well, it doesn't sound quite as menacing, does it?"

Danny closed his eyes as he sorted his thoughts. He'd never been able to share his insight on this topic with anyone before. Sure, he'd been meaning to discuss it with his friends, but they'd probably just say he was over-thinking things like he always did. And Jazz? No doubt she'd use the opportunity to go full-on psychologist and spew all kinds of psychobabble about it, analyzing and scrutinizing every little thing he said. His parents were entirely out of the question. So he'd always kept these thoughts to himself.

"People like to see things in black and white," Danny continued as he looked between the two, "they want to believe that everyone—everything—is either inherently good or inherently evil. They don't want to acknowledge that there's actually a gray area; that sometimes, the line blurs and things aren't so easily defined."

Sam's features softened at Danny's words, as he was able to empathize with what the teen was saying. The younger Winchester had had similar thoughts on numerous occasions, had tried more than once to explain the same exact thing to Dean, but his words never seemed to reach his older brother. It was refreshing to hear someone pose the same argument—whether or not that person just so happened to be supernatural and not quite human.

"So yeah," Danny continued, unperturbed, "I'm Amity Park's very own ghost kid 'superhero'."

"I'm not buyin' it," Dean flatly replied as he defiantly crossed his arms. "We've tangled with a good number of spooks over the years, and yeah some of 'em were pretty juiced up, but to get superhero status?" He let loose a dry laugh and gave Danny an incredulous stare. "Yeah, right."

Sam looked conflicted, but inevitably showed his agreement with a nod. He had to admit it sounded rather absurd that a whole town would be so plagued by ghosts that its human populace would be forced to seek help from the very same creature terrorizing them. Didn't the town have its own hunters?

Danny rolled his eyes and slowly stood up; he was getting real tired of having to look up at these guys. "You know," Danny pursed his lips, his brows creasing in thought, "I'm starting to think maybe we deal with two different kind of ghosts." It was a bit of a stretch, but the more Danny tried to explain himself, the more these two (well, primarily Dean), seemed to deny the authenticity of his words, as if what he was saying sounded impossible to them.

Something didn't seem to be fitting together quite right, and Danny was determined to figure out why.

As Danny awaited a response from the two, who were once again heatedly muttering between themselves, Danny took a moment to lightly pressed on his sore ribs, to reassess his wounds. When he felt nothing more than a dull ache in response, he grinned; his accelerated healing was no doubt doing its work.

"Much better," he mused with a smile. Danny shifted his gaze from his side back to the men, who were no longer growling at each other but rather… gawking at him? Danny absently rubbed at the back of his neck, not feeling entirely comfortable with the way they were looking at him.

"Uhm… guys?" Danny sheepishly remarked.

Sam and Dean, whose mouths were agape, opened and closed a few times (and Danny couldn't help but think how much they resembled fish in that moment), before Dean finally managed out a breathless, "Y-you're floating."

Danny looked down at himself, realizing he was indeed floating a good few feet off the floor. Maybe that's why he hadn't felt like he was craning his neck anymore. Danny let out a nervous chuckle before quickly settling himself back on the ground, once again running a hand along the base of his neck.

"Sorry," he apologized, "force of habit. I guess I was more tired of looking up at you guys than I realized."

The Winchesters, with their mouths still agape, looked between each other, then back to Danny, then back to each other—repeating the motion a few more times before finally shutting their mouths.

Maybe this kid wasn't kidding about the whole 'different kind of ghosts' thing after all…

A/N: Thank you all for your reviews and interest in this story! I want to reiterate that this is primarily written as I go, with only a vague plot in mind and minimal planning. As such, there is no set update schedule, nor can I guarantee regular updates.

If you are curious as to season placement and such, more details will be divulged as the story progresses. I don't plan on giving away many details, aside from maybe certain headcanons I work into this if anyone asks for such info. Still trying to get a grasp on characters as well, so if there's any ooc-ness, I apologize and am working to grasp a better understanding. Anyway, thanks again, and feel free to let me know what you think!