Important:

This is based off of my role swap superphantom week fic, and is an an au for both series in that John Winchester is a stationary hunter, but still vengeful and an asshat, while the Fentons are nomadic hunters who live out of motels and their RV. In this au, Danny is not half ghost at all, but half angel. That's where the crossover really starts. Thank you all for the reviews, faves and follows I hope you enjoy and have a good day.

I don't know what's happening.

My life has spiraled completely out of my control. I have given up even trying to make sense of anything.

All I was planning to do today was to go back to the motel, relax a little, you know, just have some fun. But no.

Of course not. Why would I ever think that I could have one fucking day where I could be normal. Just one. Fucking. Day.

I've been to hell and back these past few months. What, with suddenly being able to lift a car, drop it on my foot and be totally fine afterward. And trying to hide that from my parents, which let me tell you, is not easy.

Yes, that is very normal. Happens all the time.

Not to mention the whole, glowy gray eye thing when I get emotional.

Everything is so very, very nice and normal around me. Yep, no freakiness here.

But this.

This just takes the whole fucking cake.

This guy just, out of nowhere, shows up at the motel door. Jazz was out at the town's library, Mom and Dad were obviously out hunting. But here's this man and he knows who I am and he just waltzes into the motel room.

He didn't even introduce himself, he just "Nice place you got here, Danny. I love the whole 70's shag carpet thing. Very stylish."

So I try and kick him out because stranger danger. But of course, with the way my life is at the moment, he needs some coffee.

He made his own, thank goodness, I have no idea how to run the coffee maker, but still.

"So, Dann-o. What're you studying in school?" The man's golden eyes sparkle with amusement at some unsaid joke.

"That's a good question." I mumble, then with more conviction, "But the real question is, who are you? Are you a friend of my parents?"

"I am your parent."

I think I had a small seizure. Everything stopped and stood still, the man's impish grin grew with each passing second, making the corners of his eyes crinkle with delight. I leaned in, my eyes narrowed with scrutinizing disbelief.

"Mom?"

I knew the guy probably wasn't actually my mother, what with the whole personality thing, and the fact that my mother knows exactly how I'm doing in school and isn't very impressed by it. But with their line of work, it might not be that far of a stretch. Either way, whoever this person is, needs to be messed with.

The guy's face fell sharply before his lips quirked upward. "Oh, you are definitely mine." He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

Well, that was disappointing. He wasn't even phased by it, he just rolled with it. And on top of that I'm apparently a lot like him? Just who is this guy?

My thoughts crashed to a halt when I felt it. The burning feeling from right behind my eyes. I looked down and clenched them shut, hiding the silvery glow from beneath.

"And that, Danny boy, is why I'm here." I cracked an eye open and looked up. He was pointing at me, smirking as he took a swig of coffee.
"Who are you?" The glow in my eyes died down with the burning feeling subsided. I glared at him, my eyes once again blue.

"I told you, I'm your daddy." His smile only fell a little bit, but I could see the hurt hidden behind the mirth. He comes into my motel room and he's upset when I don't believe a word he says? Is this guy for real?

"Yeah, except that you aren't and I have no idea who you actually are?"

"Well, if we're playing the name game, I'm Gabriel. Some places call me Loki, or Anansi, maybe just Trickster, it varies."

"Loki? Really?" I huffed, shaking my head.

"Yeah, the norse are funny that way." He tilted his head and shrugged.

"So what, you're a god?" I raised an eyebrow, taking in his disheveled appearance for the first time. Would a god really wear that? Of all things? A jacket with too-long sleeves, messily slicked back hair and worn down jeans. Oh yes. That is the most godlike outfit I have ever seen.

"In some cultures. But nah, I'm an angel."

"So where are your wings?"

"Why don't you look a bit harder?" His smirk grew as mine fell. I narrowed my eyes again, the burning feeling came back because of my irritation with his lack of answers.

But then I saw.

I finally was able to see him.

Massive golden wings filled the small motel room, dotted with stars and constellations, glowing a pure white. Above his head, a ring of unpolluted whiteness surrounded his head, illuminating the shadows and casting the whole room into the light.

I felt my mouth go slack with awe at the sight.

It was when the burn started to fade that I head the chuckling. Blinking my eyes, I stared at Gabriel, Gabriel the actual angel, Gabriel.

His smile grew with each passing second. "So, now do you believe me?"

"Well, about the whole angel thing, but you're not my dad. Angels and humans can't-"
"Ah ah ah, but that's where you're wrong, sonny. Angels and humans can, but it's kinda illegal."

"Kinda?"

"Kinda."

"Care to elaborate?"

"God thought that the humans were distractions and tempting the angels, and the children they had were too strong for God's comfort level, so they were considered abominations. So he outlawed the unprotected fun times between angels and humans, and whatever came from those fun times."

"And I'm, supposedly, one of them?"
"It really isn't 'supposedly' to anyone but you and maybe your sister. I have no idea if your parents told her or not. Probably not."

"So you're telling me that my parents, the people who raised me, are lying to me about the fact that they made me?"

"They're gonna be back in about 2 minutes. Why not ask them yourself?"

"How do you even know tha- nevermind." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

While we waited, Gabriel refilled his coffee, poured a small mountain of sugar into it and drank it halfway before my parents got back to the motel room.

They walked in, tiredly dragging their feet after the all-night hunt. They paused when they saw Gabriel.

"Danny, who's this?" My mother's lips turned upward in a fake ghost of a smile as she stared at Gabriel.
"This is Gabriel. The angel. He says he's my father." I rolled my eyes and smiled at my mother.

My smile slid clean off my face when I saw their reactions.

They froze. I mean actually froze, they didn't even breathe for a moment. Their faces were stuck in expressions of shock and disbelief.

"Wait, you guys don't mean he's actually-"

"John Winchester told us you were restricted to heaven." Dad's voice was dangerously low, almost a growl.

My head whipped around to stare at the permanently sneering face of Gabriel.

"What?"

"Danny, why don't you go outside?" Mom put a hand on my shoulder and tried to lead me to the front door.
"No, I'm gonna stay right here because somehow, Gabriel the angel is my actual, biological dad and you never bothered to tell me?"

Mom's frown grew and she huffed out a "Fine." before she turned back to Gabriel, scowling at him.

"Why are you here? Things were fine before you showed up and now we have to explain things to him. Why?"

"So, funny story. The witch doctor that was supposed to suppress Danny's abilities and make him human, he died. So I was talking to him up in heaven and he told me that there was a little glitch with the spell he used."
"And that was-?"

"Historically, nephilim don't actually live that long, so he figured that Dan-o would be dead way before the spell ran out, and he would never have his nephilim abilities, so there was a little bit of laziness involved, also he couldn't figure out how to make it last longer if Danny did live longer than expected, but it's not like he tried very hard. It was only supposed to last for 14 years. That's the oldest a nephilim's ever been."
"The point, Gabriel?"

"The point is, Danny here is a nephilim, with all his nephilim abilities, but he's been trying to hide it from you for the past three months. Since he turned 14." Gabriel leaned back in his chair, smugly sipping at his coffee while mom and dad stared disbelievingly at me.

"Danny?" Dad's voice cracked as he looked at me, his eyes wide with questions.

I hadn't really wanted to tell my parents about the whole 'suddenly able to lift up cars' and 'didn't really hurt when I dropped said car on my foot' and definitely not the glowy eyes thing. Those are all things that only happen to the things my parents hunt, and I am not one of those things. I'm human- was human, and I loved my parents. I didn't want them to have to kill me, so I hid it from them.

"Yeah, dad."

"So it's true."

"...Yeah."
"Okay, so he didn't tell you, can you blame him. You're hunters, and when people suddenly get weird abilities, they tend to avoid the people who kill the people with weird abilities. Now, can we talk a little bit?"

Mom snapped out of her steadily saddening stupor and turned back to Gabriel. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I want to take Danny with me. Y'know. We could go roadtripping. See the sights, father/son bonding and whatever. I could help him handle his abilities, he could help me with business."

"Business?" Mom raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"I am a trickster god in over 100 religions, someone's gotta do it. Besides, nephilims theoreticlly live a very long time and if Danny isn't noticed and killed before then, it would be nice to have a little helper."

"And what about school?" Dad finally spoke up, the tears gone from his eyes.
"I can wait for summer vacation."

"Woah, woah. Wait. Hold up. IF? What do you mean if I'm not killed? Why would I be killed?"

I may have overreacted, but I think that my death should've been a more important thought than what I'm going to do about school when my bio-dad whisks me off someplace for bonding time?

Apparently not.

Mom was the first to react. "Danny, you have to understand… nephilims… they aren't exactly… okay."

"How much sense was that even supposed to make, mom?!"

"Calm down, Dann-"
"Calm down? You're talking about me being killed for no reason and you want me to calm down about it?!" I felt my eyes burn silver, proving my emotions.

"You-you're right, Danny. I'm sorry…How do I even explain this-?" Whatever mom could've said was cut off when Gabriel decided to butt in.

"Nephilim were outlawed by God ages ago. They're considered an abomination and all angels are commanded to kill any known nephilim."

Kill on sight? Is what I am really so bad that I can't even get a chance?

"Why?"

"Like I said, not even ten minutes ago, nephilim are obscenities to heaven, and all angels and creatures associated with heaven, are supposed to kill any known nephilim.

"Danny, you know what this means, right? You have to be careful. Don't do that silver eye thing, no strength or anything nephilim-y. Alright?" Dad's eyebrows were creased with concern.

"I-I can't actually...control… the whole eye thing. The strength thing just kinda happens, and so does everything else, but if I feel strongly about something, my eyes just… start glowing."

"How do you know about your strength?"
My face got as red as a tomato in under a second. I could see Gabriel out of the corner of my eye, grinning his head off.

"W-well. I- uhm. There was a car, and Tucker lost his PDA way underneath it, and we couldn't reach it from any side, so we tried moving the car, but I lifted it instead, and I got a little freaked out and dropped the car on my foot." I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck, glowering at Gabriel as he barely stifled his laughs.
My frown grew when I heard mom do the same.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Danny but that's- that's very you." Dad said, right before he burst out laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You're gonna be begging for me to come back to you when I'm out with the old man."

"I'm not that old." Gabriel playfully scowled at me. Mom couldn't stop herself from laughing out loud.

"Gabriel, the last time I checked, you were well over 2,000 years old."

"Age is just a number. I'm talking on the inside. Internal age."

Dad snorted, smiling. "You two are definitely related.