Hey guys! So this was supposed to be a new year's present, but life happened.

Anyway, So I figured I'd celebrate with a little Superphantom! Sound good? Also I may have tweaked the rules of soul reaping just a tenancy bit….

And this is part one of the 4 part series I'll be doing. I'll be uploading the other ones soon.

-SPNDP-

Danny groaned as he pushed himself up off the clock tower's polished floor while his ears tried to get used to the sudden cacophony of ticking clocks. He hated when clockwork teleported him into his timeless realm without any warning, it always left him feeling weak-kneed and woozy. Danny rubbed his eyes and waited for the world to get less fuzzy.

"Hello Daniel," Clockwork greeted softly as he watch the halfa straighten himself out. Danny blinked up at him in confusion, no doubt still waiting for his eyes to adjust properly to his lairs dim lighting.

"Hey C.W." Danny grumbled as he turned around and squinted in his friend's direction. "Long time, no see huh."

Clockwork nodded. "I'm sorry to wake you from your nap, but I need your help."

Danny shook his head and blinked one more time as his vision cleared.

Clockwork was standing in front of one of the rooms many viewing portals. The portal was showing a police chase involving a black muscle car that looked like it was plucked right off the cover of those weird books that Sam liked to read. What were they called? Supernatural?

Danny let out a whistle as he watched the car evade the cops.

"Looks like somebody's having a bad day." Danny said casually as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Anyway," Danny continued as he peeled his eyes away from the screen and glanced at Clockwork. "What'd you need help with?"

Danny watched as clockwork sucked in an unnecessary breath, his body switched from his young form to his older one. The time ghost stroked his white beard as his red eyes blankly stared at the floor, deep in thought. The halfa watched his mentor's hesitant expression with an uneasy interest.

"Someone, who I unfortunately can't name, has been playing God." Clockwork explained with a grim expression. His mouth twisted as he spoke the words, almost as if they left a rancid taste in his mouth. "They have forced certain events to come to fruition and succeeded in prohibiting the time streams natural flow."

Danny blinked, not entirely understanding.

"That sounds really bad….."

"It is—." Clockwork bit out in anger as his hands tightly rung themselves around his staff. "This despicable person has closed the gates to heaven and hell. Thousands of souls are now trapped in pure agony, unable to move on from their human bodies." Clockwork glanced up at Danny with a purely defeated expression. "All of those souls, all of those agonized screams," the time ghost's voice hitched "It is driving both my poor brother and his reapers to madness. The fact that he can do nothing to ease their pain is ripping him to shreds. They cannot reap them properly without having an appropriate place to dispose of them. This needs to be fixed!"

Danny's eyes widened at the mention of Clockworks brother, he had only met him once and his memory of him was a little foggy. Danny remembered Death being very kind, he was a slim being and his voice was even and void of emotion. Come to think of it, he talked a lot like clockwork on a good day. Death had stayed with him as electricity coursed through his body. The man had held both his hands, an action that Danny hadn't paid much attention to at the time. He was too wracked with pain to realize the soft act of reassurance. Instead he was too busy pleading with the man to make the pain stop, to take him away, but Death never did that. He kept whispering to Danny. Promising him that it was all going to be ok, that he just had to wait a little longer, the pain would stop on it's own, and that it wasn't his time to leave this plain of existence just yet.

"The only comfort Death has is reaping the souls that were destined for purgatory or the ghost zone, they are the only ones that he is still capable of helping." Clockwork continued, pulling Danny from his spiraling thoughts. "I may not be able to intervene and fix this problem entirely, but I can make a few 'nudges'."

Danny watched as clockwork dug into his breast pocket and retrieved some sort of small glowing cylinder. He grabbed one of Danny's hands and gently placed it in his palm.

Danny brought the cylinder up to his face to examine it. The bule-ish white flaming substance that the small bottle was filled with was probably one of the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes on.

"Stunning, is it not?" Danny's eyes darted back up to Clockwork to find him smiling softly at him. "You should count yourself lucky, most humans will never lay their eyes on something like that."

"What is it?" Danny asked softly.

"An angles grace."

Those words hit Danny like a ton of bricks. No one in his family was religious, in fact Danny had never really ever stepped foot in a church before. The only religious person he knew was Sam, and he'd never really talked with her about it. He had always just assumed that humans had somehow mistaken reapers as angles somewhere along the line, and that Heaven and hell were just places that souls went depending on how they lived their life. He had never once assumed that there was some sort of higher order.

"An angles grace?!" He sputtered out, his voice cracked and went up a few octaves. "There's no such thing!"

"I assure you Daniel, they are very real and very powerful." Clockwork explained as he placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. He knew this was a lot for the halfa to take in. "The grace that your holding belongs to a very special angel named Castiel. I need you to return it to him. He is the only one that can properly fix things."

Danny nodded numbly as he glanced back down at the small flask in his hand. He was about to meet an angel…

"Where do I find him?" Danny asked quietly as he felt the weight of his task settle on his shoulders.

Clockwork pointed to the viewing screen they were standing in front of. The one that was overlooking the police chase. Danny's shoulders slumped. Nothing was ever easy.

"I'm assuming he's in the black clunker?" Danny guessed.

Clockwork nodded.

Danny transformed and turned to head through the viewing portal, but Clockwork stuck out his staff to stop him. Startled by the random action, Danny glanced back up at the time ghost.

"Just a fair warning, do not break the grace's container or all will be lost." Clockwork explained in a serious manner, before smirking lightly. "I would also reframe from calling that car a clunker in front of Dean Winchester."

"Who the heck is Dean Winchester?" Danny asked, his face scrunching up in confusion at the mention of the new name.

"You will know soon enough."

-SPNDP-

"What is with these fucking cops!" Dean swore as he went around another sharp curve at 90 miles per hour, the impala fishtailed thanks to the momentum. In Dean's experience most cops would have given up by now, but not these dicks from Amity. Seriously, didn't they have anything better to do with their lives then try and arrest someone for speeding?

"Dean," Sam piped up from the back seat. "We really need to get back to the bunker, Cas is getting worse."

Dean caught Sammy's terrified gaze in his rearview mirror before his eyes dropped down to Cas. His head was laying in his brother's lap, his pale face was scuffed up with dirt and dried blood. His bottom lip was split and he had a black eye, but the worst of the ex-angels injuries was the slit throat that Sam was applying presser to with a thick wad of gauze.

Dean's grip on the steering wheel got tighter. That stupid self-sacrificing idiot. If Cas didn't make it through this Dean was gonna find a way to bring him back and kill him all over again.

Dean was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when the dashboard was suddenly cast in an eerie green and the impala's steering wheel jerked in the complete opposite direction. Dean cursed as he tried to right the direction of the wheels but it was no use. Baby crashed through the guardrail and plummeted down the side of the cliff.

Sam Screamed and cradled Castiel closer to him, and Dean was so terrified that he couldn't even make a sound.

Baby suddenly stopped falling with a hard jerk, causing everyone in the car to fly up briefly from their seats. Sam slammed his head hard against the roof of the car.

"Yowch, that sounded like it hurt, Sorry about that."

Dean's eyes widened at the sound of the new voice that was coming from the radio. Baby was possessed, how in hell….?

Sam immediately launch into a Latin chant but the radio voice cut him off.

"Um…..Considering I'm the one keeping you guys and the car from plummeting another 200 feet or so, you might wanna stop that." The voice said in annoyance.

Sam's face paled as he risked a glance out the window. They really were that high up, and there was no way that they would survive the drop. He glanced over at his brother. Dean currently was hyperventilating. His eyes were screwed shut and his hands were wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel that they were starting to turn white. Sam wasn't that surprised by the sight, Dean was terrified of flying. He should have figured that his brother would be nearly useless in this situation, and with Cas bleeding out on his lap, Sam wasn't really doing much better.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Sam growled, trying his best to keep as much edge in his voice as possible.

The disembodied voice laughed.

"Calm yourself dude, no reason to get hostile. I'm here to help you. My names Danny by the way!" the voice chirped happily over the radio. "Now which one of you is Castiel? I have something that belongs to you, a friend of mine asked me to deliver it. He said it was your grace."

Sam's eyebrows shot up when a hand suddenly materialized out of the dash board holding what really did look like a vile that had grace in it. Even Dean risked peaking in the voices direction after he heard that. If that really was Cas's grace then it might just save his friends life. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror again, Cas was already looking a lot worse. They were running out of time.

"W-why should we trust you?" Dean bit out in a shaky voice. "You're practically holding us captive."

"I—," Danny paused, "Your right I'll put the car on the ground. I'm sorry about that."

Dean let out a sigh of relief when he felt the impala settle on the ground again. Though that was relief was short lived when the thing that had been possessing the car suddenly popped up in the passenger seat next to him without any warning. Dean jumped and quickly pulled a gun out on the teen…? This thing was a kid?

Dean took in the kid's appearance, he had to be at least 5'8 with snow white hair that had an otherworldly glow to it. He was wearing a spandex suit with white gloves and boots, and there was some type of symbol on the teen's chest that Dean didn't recognize.

Danny went cross-eyed for a second as he regarded the gun that was shoved in front of his face, before cocking an eyebrow.

"Now who's holding who captive?" Danny deadpanned.

Dean shivered slightly when the creature fixed his Green eyes on him with a pointed look. The Teen didn't seem to be even remotely shaken by the gun that was 6 inches from his nose.

"Are you working for Crowley, because I swear if this is some kind of deal—."

"Dean…"

Both Sam and Dean ripped their eyes away from Danny and turn their attention to their now semi-conscious friend.

"Holy shit Cas," Dean breathed out, something nearly undefinable was lacing his voice, but Danny had a pretty good guess at what it was. He regarded the worried man with a knowing glance before his eyes settled on the black haired man that was laying in the taller guys lap. It was the first time he had noticed him.

So this was Castiel…

"Dean….He's telling the truth.." Cas gasped out, eyes glazed over by tears. It was obvious that talking hurt him quite a bit.

Dean stared at his friend with a broken expression for a few moments before he suddenly snatched the container of grace from Danny's hands. Danny made no move to stop him as he peeled the gauze off of Cas's neck and uncapped the vile. The reaction happened almost instantly.

The grace poured out of the vile in a form of a white cloud and disappeared into the injured man's throat.

Soon everything was incased in a bright white light that nearly blinded all of the car's occupants. When it finally died down Cas was sitting next to Sam, absentmindedly rubbing at his now healed throat.

"Cas," Dean hesitated when the angel stopped what he was doing and gave Dean his full attention. "You still with us…? I mean," Dean paused again, he felt like he was tip toeing on eggshells. "You still know who I am?"

Cas tilted his head and smirked up at the older hunter.

"You're a hard man to forget Dean."

Both Dean and Sam let out a breath that neither one of them realized they were holding. Cas was back at full power, and for once nothing seemed to be going wrong.

"So you really are an angel?" Danny asked in astonishment. He was facing Cas now, arms folded over the passenger seats head rest. He seemed a little too eager for Dean's liking. "Like works for God, smites Devils, and guard's humans, type angel?"

"Yes," Cas replied as he bit his lip. "And you're Danny Fenton."

Danny tensed at the mention of his real name.

"You know me?"

"Yes, you were one of Balthazar's charges," Castiel's lips pulled taunt and his voice hitched slightly at the name of his dead brother. He was suddenly very interested in his shoes. "I took his place as your guardian after he was killed in battle. I occasionally stop by to see how you're doing, you're very brave for your age." Cas looked back up at Danny with an approving smile. "Very capable too, not to mention your moral development is far beyond what most humans have at your age. You should be proud that I very rarely have to intercede on your behalf."

Danny was speechless.

"Whoa, wait a second I thought that you….." Dean struggled to find the words. "But you help us….?"

"Believe it or not the world does not revolve around you and your brother Dean. You're also not the only ones who save it. Danny here has put a stop to many things that could have turned disastrous." Castiel explained in a serious manner.

"Told you I was a good guy." Danny grumbled.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Sam frowned. "It's just in our line of work it's better to be safe than sorry."

Danny nodded in understanding.

"I get how that is. But what is your line of work anyway? I mean I don't know what you were saying in that weird langue before but it kinda made my skin burn."

"That's because it was the beginning of an exorcism." Sam said.

"We hunt the things that go bump in the night and occasionally deal with angel drama." Dean explained with a smirk. "You know things like: stopping the Christian apocalypse, banishing demons, ganking monsters, doing the old salt'n burn routine on some unfriendly ghosts, the whole shebang."

Danny brightened up at that.

"So you're like me then!...well almost like me. I mean I only really deal with ghosts. But I did save all of reality once and I fixed a time paradox." He said happily.

Sam's eyebrows farrowed. "You saved all of reality?"

"I call bullshit, you're like what, 12?" Dean laughed, but stopped after he realized Cas was glaring at him. Dean cleared his throat and coughed out a quick 'sorry'.

-SPNDP-

So this is the end of part one.

Coming up next: Dean freaks out over the damage Danny caused to the impala, team free will meets the rest of team phantom, Sam Manson's favorite book series and ship makes Dean uncomfortable, Cas avoids Deans constant questions about the possibility of his other charges and how many he has, tucker and Sam Winchester share their undying love updated tech, oh and Danny gets to see the bunker!