So Hey guys…..Guess who's not dead…..

Sorry I haven't updated in forever, college was kicking my ass over the last two semesters. Also, I work two jobs and I got engaged to my high school sweet heart of 6 years. I'm so excited because I get to see go see him down on his base next week. He's a Marine and he left shortly after he proposed, I haven't seen him in months and I'm honestly so happy and excited! Good thing about me traveling is that I have time to write while I'm on the train. So Hopefully I'll be cranking out a few chapters for other stories too. (Also Pokémon go has also been a factor. I'm a level 14)

Oh and due to popular demand, I've decided to make this fic into a full-fledged series. Which also means this story is going to have more than four parts now that I've changed my direction! So please enjoy, and I hope you all are having an awesome summer!

(this took me longer to write than I thought it was gonna as you can tell! Given I wrote that authors note when I started this chapter man oh man guys. I am sorry)

-SPNDP-

Cas froze suddenly, his smile slipping off his lips before he launched at Dean, hurtling over a row of mold ridden boxes before knocking the hunter to the ground with him. Dean didn't know what the beam of light was but for a brief moment he felt its heat as it passed by his ear and hit the case of gas behind him. Dean didn't have time to scream as Cas quickly tucked him underneath him as they were engulfed in flames.

Dean was practically nose to nose with Cas as he watched the angel scream as the Pink flames rolled around them. Not coming within a foot of their bodies. Dean could see the flames pass by the invisible barrier as his mind raced to try and figure out how to help his friend.

Dean fisted Cas's dress shirt.

"Cas," He said in an even voice. "Tell me how to help you."

"Wings" Cas bellowed in pain.

Wings? Deans mouth shot open in horror as he realized what the invisible barrier on each side of him was. He reached for his pocket knife and sliced open the side of his stomach, dabbing his fingers in the blood as he began to paint the angel banishing sigil on the ground next him. Cas grabbed his hand before he could finish.

"Don't—." He gasped out. "you, your death will—." He screamed in anguish as a hot beam of wood from the top of the garage came crashing down of top of them, Cas almost gave out but held strong as the burning log singed its way into his feathers, marring the base of his wings. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he hissed in pain. He had held on to Dean's hand through all of it.

Dean felt tears start to sting his own eyes as he watched his best friend wither in pain. He glanced back at the sigil as he tried to rip his hand from Cas's iron grip.

"If I do this you'll live." Dean explained quietly.

"You—," Cas choked out "Can't. You will—."

"Die?" Dean finished as he looked his best friend in the eye. "I'm better off Dead anyway. I don't want to hurt anyone else, I lost control of myself saving you. The mark wants more blood Cas."

"NO."

"WHY, I'm a fucking screw up, it's not like it's going to matter Sam will be fine without me and You can—."

"I—need you too." Cas pleaded, as he let go of Dean's hand so he could quickly swipe the sigil away. Dean was shocked, his mind supplying him with the memory of what he said to Cas the day the angel had nearly killed him. He didn't get a chance to reply as their soundings were soon encompassed in glowing ice, the flames dead.

Cas looked up and mumbled something before passing out over top of dean. The hunter scrambled to sit up to catch him. Gasping as he got a good look at his friends mutilated and burned back. He watched as the blood ran off what was left of Cas's coat and dripped to the floor. The beam suddenly gave out and nearly crushed them but a green blast blew it to bits. Dean shielded his eyes from its splinters.

"Shit."

Dean looked behind him to find Danny floating a foot off the ground in ghost mode. The boy's green eyes were wide with worry. He hastily flew over to where Dean was sitting, Cas still in his lap, face buried in the hunter's shirt. Dean watched as the boy's hand was encompassed with a glowing aura. Danny coated Cas's back in ice. It glowed blue, unlike the ice around them that was glowing Pink.

"What the fuck" dean whispered, when he found his voice again.

"Valire shot at you, she thought you were a threat." Danny said solemnly, "Her gun's blast must have hit the fuel containers, which caused the fire. I'm sorry it took me so long to put it out. The fire had been mixed with the ectoplasmic charge from her gun. I couldn't breathe right, the smoke alone….."

The half ghost trailed off and dean noticed how raw his skin was around his eyes and nose, the halfa's lips were crisped and bleeding a light green. The wounds were healing up again slowly as dean watched the kid work, which lead the hunter to conclude that they were probably worse at one point.

"I guess I should thank God that I heal so fast, huh." Danny continued—Practically speaking the hunters mind— as he began to coat the air with ice as well, it took dean a minute to realize the ice was beginning to form wings. The frosted feathers were still mostly draped around the hunter. The wings were huge, they nearly extended outside of the garage door. Dean was speechless, worried, but speechless.

"Sam was worried when Cas and you didn't immediately pop up outside of the place when it caught fire. We figured that Cas was still too messed up to carry you or something, but now I'm starting to wonder if ectoplasm can hurt him as much as it can hurt me. And if that's true then it should be able to heal just as fast. I use this ice to help speed along my healing process when I'm messed up. Hopefully it'll work for your friend."

Dean nodded.

"He's a fighter, he's healed from a lot worse."

The halfa's eyes traced Cas over, his brows scrunched together as he let out a huff. Oh what dean wouldn't give to see what the kid was seeing. Danny's eyes met Deans and he smiled lightly.

"I can tell, dudes got more scares than skin I think" Danny huffed as he pulled Cass off of dean and shot up through what was left of the ceiling, turning both intangible and invisible as he did so.

'Dudes got more scares than skin' the sentence rattled around in Deans head as he stared off into space from his spot on the floor, how long has Cas been hurting….and how long has he failed to notice…..

Dean felt his eyes begin to sting. He wanted to lay down, he felt so sick to his stomach.

"Deaan!"

The older hunter jumped and turned around to find Sam making his way towards him. The taller Winchester was scrambling around like a new born moose, arms swinging in crazy directions. Nearly unable to keep his balance on the ice covered floors.

"You fucking jerk! I thought you were dead!" Sam yelled exasperated, as he fell to all fours next to his brother. Letting out a curse when his knees hit the ground. "Where's Cas?"

"He got hurt pretty bad, Snow white just shot up through the ceiling with him." Dean said, trying to play off the dread he was feeling as he kept a hand clamped on his bleeding side. Sam didn't really seem to buy his act, but Dean was glad he was observant enough to not ask questions.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, however your car is a different story….." Sam mumbled. He watched the blood drip between his brother's fingers. "And you need to get bandaged up too."

Dean shot Sam a dry look.

"What happened to baby?"

-SPNDP-

Danny phased through the roof of Fenton works and floated down to the first floor, finding his stunned friends standing next to each other by the couch. Sam was clutching the first aid kit He asked her to grab.

They watched as he carefully laid his newest friend out on the couch, One of Cas's ice covered wings draped over the side of the couch while the other rested on the coffee table. Together they extended the length of the room.

Valire was pale as a ghost as Sam shoved past her and slowly walked over to Cas's side. She placed the first aid kit on the ground and pulled out the scissors to cut off what remained of Cas's trench coat and shirt. Silently wishing that Danny had waited to ice the guy over till she had gotten a better look at him.

"Dude…..I…cant believe you shot a—."

"Can it Tucker!" Valire hissed from besides him.

"What? You're an atheist dude it's not like it matters right?" Tucker teased only to get socked in the arm by Dani.

"Really Tuck, the guy was almost roasted alive!" She seethed, green eyes narrowing in the geeks direction.

"The real question is, are you okay Danny?" Jazz murmured just loud enough to be heard, the bickering stopped and all eyes turned to Danny. The older halfa was leaning against the arm of the couch, hands trembling slightly as they gripped the fabric of it, his ghost forms aurora was so dim it was nearly nonexistent.

"You should probably change back love." Sam said, concern lacing her voice, as she placed a hand on her boyfriend's wrist. "I want to take a look at you too."

Danny locked eyes with her. "I'm fine"

"Of course you are." She sighed. "Just like last time."

Danny watched as she tugged off the rest of Cas's destroyed clothes. He was stripped down to nothing but his dress pants. The wounds on the angels back were already looking better than they had a few minutes ago.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny replied absentmindedly.

"That fire was mixed with so much ectoplasm that Dani couldn't even stand near it without her eyes watering and breaking down into a coughing fit. You went into to it. What do you think it's supposed to mean?" Sam looked like she wanted to haul off and punch her boyfriend in the face for being stupid.

It was just in that moment that the Winchesters decided to grace themselves with their company.

Everyone's attention was directed to the two adults standing in the living room doorway. Dean was still clutching his side. Blood oozing from in between his fingers and dripping to the floor. Sam would have patched Dean up outside if it weren't for the fact that baby was currently a dented and half chard mess sitting upside down in a small crater in the Fentons back yard. Sam was pretty sure that their extensive first aid kit was probably a pile of ash along with every weapon in their trunk. He was now glad that he thought to bring a few of their things in from the car for back up. He thought dean was going to be furious, but all his brother seemed to be concerned about at the moment was Cas.

"Please tell me bird brain's okay." Dean asked. The older hunter hobbled over to were the angle was on the couch to get a better view of him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Cas's wounds had shrunk in size by nearly half. Which meant he was in for a quick recovery.

Dean watched the goth girl who had been kneeling by the couch pushed herself up from the floor, holding what dean assumed to be Cas's trench coat.

"I think he'll be fine, granted his clothes are garbage now." She said as she held the nearly unrecognizable fabric up for the hunter to see. "You however look like you need some work done too."

"I was just about to stich myself up." Dean said flippantly, waving off the goths concern. He felt Sam touch his side lightly, Dean looked over at his brother who jerked his head to get Dean to look in a different direction. His eyes landed on the Now human Danny, who was leaning up against the far wall breathing quite heavy. Dean turned his attention back to Sam. "You should be showing Casper over there some attention he looks like he's having trouble breathing."

Jazz was Immediately by her brother's side, all of the kid's friends were soon to follow. Danny turned intangible and stumbled away from the large group.

"Guys," Danny Gasped out "I need some space."

"Right that makes sense," Sam said, "No need to over whelm you. Um… Val, Dani, why don't you go see if you can find any more info about that text."

Val looked Danny over with concern.

"He'll be okay." Sam assured her. She knew the ghost hunter still had feelings for Danny, it annoyed her, but she had no doubt that seeing Danny like that probably hurt. Hell it was hurting her.

Val nodded, face stealing over as she tugged Dani out of the room, and out the back door.

Sam helped Danny to the couch. he was shaky and almost lost his steps a few times but made it.

Dean was sitting across the room in jack's recliner with his side stretched out and shirt pulled up, waiting for his brother to finish sorting through team Phantoms first aid kit.

"Don't mean to interrupt but do you have—."

"the Stitching kit is in the bottom zipper." The goth responded absentmindedly as she propped Danny up on the couch with 4 different pillows behind his back. He was starting to breathe a little easier. He shot his girlfriend an 'I told you so' look. The goth rolled her eyes, and walked back over to the still unconscious angel. He seemed to be fine, his wounds on his back were gone.

"Is he doing alright?" Dean hissed through his teeth as his brother stitched him up. Dean had wanted to do it but Sam wouldn't have it.

"Looks like." The goth said.

"His wings" Danny drew in a deep breath. "still look awful."

Sam's eyes traced over his friend's ice covered extensions, if it were not for the glowing green ice he wouldn't of known they were there.

"H—How, damn it Sammy finish it, hurts like a bitch." Dean growled. Sam got back to work.

"How bad are his wings?" the younger Winchester asked so Dean would shut up and let him stich without squirming.

"Bad." Danny supplied.

-SPNDP-

Well I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Big plot twist in the next one! It involves a certain arch angel!