I have to say, I love crossover fics and wanted to try one of my own so... uhh...here you go.

Part 1

In the small, sleepy town of Perrysburg, Ohio, Jamie Wallace slept restlessly. It was the beginning of the summer and it was hot. The sticky Midwest air seemed to cover everything in a thick layer of sweat, making the act of touching anything almost completely unbearable. Especially sheets. And blankets. And pillows. Jamie turned in her bed, unable to find a comfortable position where her limbs didn't stick to one another.

It was so stupid that the weather was interfering with her precious sleep like this, but there was no way that she would waste a penny on something as superfluous as air conditioning this early in the year. She could probably hold out for another week if she really put her mind to it.

Why doesn't money grow on trees again?

Jamie sighed as she turned over one final time, accepting that she was completely awake and there was nothing that she could do about it. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. There was no point in suffering any longer. She decided that she would go and grab something to drink from the kitchen and sit on her back porch until she cooled off. The air outside was still humid and insufferable, but at least there might be a breeze.

Basking in the chilled air of the refrigerator for a moment longer than necessary, Jamie poured herself a large glass of filtered water. She took a long sip and topped off her cup before putting the container back into the fridge.

Upon turning the blind corner out of her kitchen, Jamie was met with a presence that she had intended to never experience again. She froze, staring at the strange figure in the middle of her living room.

Everything was silent for a moment, like someone had suddenly put the world on mute. She stood there in shock, her brain not quite processing what she was seeing as real, paralyzed in fear as it was.

It was impossible. There was no way. This couldn't happen. Not here. Not to her. Not anymore. It was the whole reason that she had moved to this small Ohio town. It was supposed to be safe.

She took a moment reassess her position. It wasn't moving, which was a good thing. It was also facing the window, another good thing. Maybe it wasn't paying attention to her. Maybe it had other business. Maybe if she was fast she could still escape.

Yeah. Escaping sounded good.

Jamie began to relax as she rapidly thought through her escape plan. Her hand went slack and she realized only a moment too late that the forgotten glass of water was falling through her grip. Before she could reach for it, the cup shattered on linoleum floor with an unfortunately loud crash.

Fearfully, she looked down at the broken glass, then, cringing, back up to the figure in the next room.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her heart rate doubled.

The noise had caught the attention of the… the thing in her livingroom.

It's dead eyes stared at her from it's spot hovering about a foot above the floorboards. She was afraid to breath. What if it couldn't see her? She prayed to every god that she could imagine that it would just lose interest and go away. That she would get out of this unharmed. But she knew the thing for what it was and she knew it was futile. She met its gaze and for a heartbeat everything was still.

Then Jamie blinked and the figure was directly in front of her, staring her down with hungry red eyes and a gruesome smile.

She screamed.

"SAMMY!" Dean Winchester boomed as he opened the door to the small motel room that he and his brother had called home for the last couple of days.

"Ugh. I can hear you just fine even if you don't shout, Dean." Sam replied from his seat on one of the two beds taking up the vast majority of the tiny space. This was one of the cheaper places that the brothers had made home, and with the exception of the beds and a small table between them, there was no other usable furniture. Newspapers and notes littered the area around the younger Winchester, his laptop whirring in its position on his lap.

"Dude. Guess what." Dean said, ignoring his brother's pissy mood. He was buzzing with energy, a giant smile lighting up the expression on his stubbled face. It was very obvious that he was excited about something.

"What?" Sam said without looking up from his research.

"I think I found something." Dean replied quickly. "Something fun. And close." He threw a newspaper onto the bed, totally disregarding Sam's carefully organized materials.

"If you really consider what we do fun, you might need to get that dumb head of yours checked out." Sam said, but he picked up the newspaper anyway. Anything was better than staying in this dead end town. They had been there a week following a lead that had turned out to be nothing special and there hadn't been anything interesting in the paper since.

Scanning the page, the headline in question was kind of blatant.

LOCAL WOMAN FOUND DEAD. NO SUSPECTS. POLICE AT A LOSS.

"So?" Sam looked up at his older brother quizzically, "What are you so excited about?"

"Read the article Sam. She was electrocuted."

Sam scanned the article with practiced precision, looking for any information that stood out as strange or impossible.

"...and nobody could determine a cause…" Sam mumbled "...there was nothing in the room that could have led to a shock that large…" He read on, "...and none of the appliances or circuits were affected… That is strange." Sam finally looked up at Dean who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Alright," Sam said, "I'll bite. What do you think it is?"

"I have no idea. Never seen anything like it, but it's only two hours away, we're already checked out, and Baby's all packed and ready to go." Dean threw what was left of his few belongings into a duffle bag as Sam rolled his eyes and shut his computer.

"Well, at least this will be more interesting than sitting around all day." Sam said as he began packing up his research. It was true that they had been stuck with nothing to do for a while, and a good old run-of-the-mill hunt couldn't hurt. The article had seemed pretty promising and though Sam hated to admit it, Dean's enthusiasm was kind of refreshing too.

"Oh come on Sammy, where's your sense of adventure?" Dean said as he opened the door of the room into the summer heat. "Think of all of the… research… and whatever it is that you like to do. This'll be good for us!" He reached up to ruffle Sam's hair and shove him out of the motel room.

"Jerk." Sam said, glaring back at his brother with a smile.

"Bitch." Dean retorted as he walked past Sam to the driver's door of the Impala, shaking his head. Shutting their doors in unison, the Winchesters prepared themselves for yet another road trip.

The drive didn't take long and checking into the motel had been no problem at all. Since it was still the early afternoon, the Winchesters decided to get the ball rolling and head over to the local police station. There, they could find out more about the mysterious electrocution and get some headway on the case.

"Fuck it's hot out." Dean said, getting out of the car. Even though it was still early in the year it had to be at least a hundred degrees outside. He considered removing his blazer but decided against it.

"You ready for this?" Sam asked as he brushed his hair behind his ears. He had no qualms about lying to police officers, but Dean had been really excitable today and he didn't want the over enthusiasm to interfere with this part of the job.

"Come on," Dean said, smiling a dorkish smile and gesturing to himself proudly, "look at me. I'm always ready."

"Whatever dude," Sam said, unable to hide a small snicker, "let's just get this thing taken care of. We have bigger fish to fry than mysterious electrocutions."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Don't remind me."

The two men walked up to the brick building both settling into steely frowns as they entered.

"How may I help you?" The woman said from behind the station counter, looking over her reading glasses with an unfriendly gaze. She seemed tired and annoyed as many secretaries in the Winchester's experience do.

"Hello ma'am," Dean started, as both he and his brother flashed their fake badges. "We're FBI and we were alerted about a case regarding one Jamie Wallace. Our team might have found something similar a couple of years ago and we're just here to make sure they're not connected." Dean lied smoothly, flashing a flirtatious smile.

"Huh, that's the second time we've been asked about her today." The secretary said, typing furiously into the old computer at her desk. Sam and Dean shared a confused look. "Just wait around out here for a bit." She gestured to the small waiting area where some uncomfortable looking chairs were lined up against the wall. "Elliot is still in a meeting with the other guy, he'll let you into the office when he's ready."

Sam and Dean stood to the side of the room, patiently waiting for their turn to speak to whoever was in charge.

Looking around, Sam saw that the station was small and quaint, just like the hundreds of other small-town police stations that they had visited over the years. Gold lettering marked the frosted glass on the door to the Office in question. 'Captain Elliot Huberman, Chief of Police, Wood County' the sign boasted.

It was a refreshing break to not have to deal with angels or demons or the apocalypse this time around. Just some small-time police and a mysterious electrocution. This really did seem like it was going to be a very welcome reprieve and neither Sam nor Dean had any doubts about how it was going to go:

Talk to some people. Find out what the monster is. Find out where the monster is. Gank the monster. Get out of dodge. Simple.

After some time, a smallish teenager came out of the door to the Chief of Police's office. He was dressed casually in a long sleeved tee and jeans. Messy black hair fell in his face, a striking contrast to his pale skin and light blue eyes. He gave Sam and Dean a sheepish smile as he held the door open for them, not quite making eye contact.

"He said you can go in now" the kid motioned to the office.

Neither brother thought much him as they muscled into the room, looking confident in their cheap suits. The door shut behind them and it was business as usual.

"Excuse the intrusion, Capitan Huberman, I'm Agent Sting and this is my partner, Agent Summers." Dean announced, deepening his gravely voice for effect. "We hear that you've had a mysterious death in this town, and we just wanted to follow up and make sure that it wasn't anything to be worried about. We'll just be needing a quick debriefing on Jamie Wallace's case and then we'll be out of your hair."

"Jesus, first the kid and now you guys? Who would have thought that the cheesy news article would bring me so much work." The portly man complained from his seat behind the desk.

Elliot Huberman wasn't much older than thirty-five, but his prematurely thinning hair and permanently sour expression made him look much older. His frown deepened as he silently cursed that stupid news reporter. He was a 9 to 5 sort of guy, and now that the Feds were involved he might as well kiss his weekend fishing goodbye.

What a nightmare.

Looking up, Elliot addressed Sam and Dean with the slightest hint of contempt, "We have it under control, Agents. I can still debrief you if you'd like, but I doubt you'll find anything of interest. That news article made us seem like we were incompetent fools dealing with some grand mystery. I can assure you that is not the case."

Sam and Dean's posture slackened almost imperceptibly in disappointment. They both mentally crossed their fingers in hopes that this wasn't another dead end.

"We were under the impression you didn't know the cause of death." Sam said, doing his best to look both concerned and intimidating at the same time.

"Well, not really, but as of yesterday we have a pretty good idea of what happened and a tentative suspect. There's not currently enough to make an arrest, but I can assure you we're working on that." Elliot said with a wave of his hand as Sam and Dean shared a meaningful look, some semblance of hope for the case restored.

"... And what do you believe happened here?" Dean turned to Elliot.

"Well, the poor girl was electrocuted in her own home, and we know that it wasn't an accident, as there was nothing in the home that showed signs of releasing a lethal amount of electricity."

"Yes, we are aware." Sam said sullenly.

"So we suspect foul play, perhaps a robbery gone wrong. Someone brought out a taser and it was just too much for Jamie. Her heart couldn't take it."

"I see where you're going with this," Dean said, "but I have to be frank with you Captain Huberman, it doesn't seem much to go off of. When was the last time you heard of a taser releasing a lethal amount of electricity? You said you have a tentative suspect?"

"That we do, Agent Sting. Peter Dawson. He was witnessed in the area that night and is a known truant. Spends more of his time in the county jail than out of it. What really seals the deal for us is that the last time he was sentenced it was for armed assault with a stun gun. We're pretty sure he intended to rob the victim, but bailed as soon as he realized that he had killed her. Murder garners a much more sever sentence than robbery." Elliot explained. He really wasn't in the mood for dealing with these government agents. He knew what he was doing and he didn't like his intelligence being insulted. "We're working on the warrants as we speak. Is there anything else you'll be wanting?"

"Just access to the case files and an appointment with the morgue to confirm what the autopsy reports." Sam offered. "We'll keep you updated if we find anything."

"Fine. Just talk to Clarisse out there and she'll get you access." Elliot motioned to the door with a strained smile, "Good luck."

With curt nods, Sam and Dean turned to head out of the office and finish things up with the secretary. The whole conversation had gone really well in their books. Access to case files and the morgue in under ten minutes? It could be some sort of record. If only every case went this smoothly.

Dean stopped to flirt with the secretary and get things set up as Sam headed outside to wait for his brother. Dean thanked the woman behind the counter and winked as she handed him a copy of the case file. He whistled something Alice Cooper-ish as he exited the station.

Back in the Impala, Sam and Dean shed their layers and put the air conditioning on full blast. The heat outside was almost intolerable. Sam skimmed the case file as they sat in the parking lot, discussing their next steps.

"I don't know Dean, that whole taser story sounded fishy to me. Like they just couldn't think of anything else and wanted to pin it on the local fuck-up. Wanna go talk to this Peter guy and see what's up?"

"I agree with the taser bullshit, but I don't know what talking to Peter will tell us. In my opinion he's probably unrelated to the case." Dean paused, thinking. "Couldn't hurt to cover our bases though. It's him or the morgue."

"Well, saying that we don't really know what's going on yet, the morgue might actually be the better idea." Sam replied, shuffling through some of the pictures pinned to the file, "But be warned. It isn't going to be a pretty sight… Honestly I don't see how a stun gun accident could even be considered with the state that this corpse is in."

"Well, that settles it. Morgue it is."

Dean tore out of the parking spot and sped off in the direction of the hospital. "It'll be nice to escape the sun for a while too. At least the morgue is required to have air conditioning." He punched a button on the radio and the chorus to Live Wire blared ironically. Sam rolled his eyes in mock frustration, and settled for watching the streets go by in a blur as Dean tested the limits of the law.

Walking past the sliding glass doors to the hospital, Sam and Dean quickly found the reception desk. As they made their way up to grab a spot in the short line, a kid nearly ran headlong into Dean.

"Sorry." The boy said, dodging the elder Winchester without stopping or looking at who he had almost run into. Dean watched as the boy sped by. He appeared to be looking around for something and it instantly struck Dean as suspicious. He looked closer. The boy had a mop of messy black hair, pale skin and was wearing a dark long sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Dean marveled at the fact that he could stand to wear that outfit in the heat.

Something about the teen was striking Dean as familiar but he couldn't quite place it. He quickly committed the kid to memory. They were in the middle of a case after all. It was important to trust your instincts. Before long the teen seemed to find what he was looking for. He opened up a seemingly random door and headed inside.

"Hey. Space cadet." Sam nudged his brother. "We're up."

After a quick conversation with the receptionist, Sam and Dean were led down to the basement level of the hospital. During the walk to the elevator, they passed the door that Dean saw the strange boy walk into. Making a point to check it out, Dean realized that the kid had headed into a janitor's closet… and to Dean's knowledge hadn't come out.

Okay.

Definitely something to watch out for.

Eventually the brothers were made to wait in a small, fluorescently lit room. They had been told that from here they would make their way to the morgue to check out Jamie's body.

After a few minutes, an older woman in a lab coat walked in.

"Agents Sting and Summers?" She said, not looking up from her clipboard. "I'm Doctor Cunningham. Follow me." She began to walk off before Sam or Dean had time to respond.

Cunningham hated dealing with police after releasing the autopsy reports. She made it a point to be as unfriendly as possible any time her work was questioned. It wasn't like any of them had PhD's in human physiology. She fumed silently as they walked down the hallway. There was literally nothing else to show or say that hadn't already been photographed or reported. She looked back to the two hulking men in the hallway. The agents looked more like muscle men than anything else. The brawn over brains type for sure. It was almost insulting.

She shook her head as they reached the morgue and punched in the door code. The cold air rushed past the three of them as they walked inside.

"Meet what's left of Jamie Wallace." Cunningham deadpanned as she opened up the slab that the corpse in question lay on. "You'll have an hour to make any further discoveries. You have all of the information from the original autopsy that was included in the case file, correct?"

"Correct." Sam replied.

"I'll be in the adjacent office if you need me." She said sharply as she turned on her heels and left. The door shut behind her with a solid thunk.

"Hah." Dean laughed sarcastically and looked over at his brother. "Do you think Doctor Cunningham and Captain Huberman spend their weekends together? Seems like all of the people helping us today are determined to be in a bad mood."

"Well, I'm going to attribute it to the whole 'Dealing with the FBI' thing." Sam suggested. "Have we ever run into anybody who is happy to see that we're taking over their investigation or questioning the accuracy of their work?"

"Guess not." Dean said as both of the brothers turned to investigate the corpse in front of them.

The body was frankly, a mess.

3rd degree burns had completely blackened the skin over the woman's face, arms, and chest. Dried blood caked the areas where the skin had cracked completely, peeling away to reveal patches of the underlying muscle. The Y shaped scar from the autopsy had been stitched back together with great skill, but the fragile, paper-like skin around it had still failed to keep itself together, making the already gruesome sight worse.

In all honesty, the entire body looked brittle and burned. Angry red lichtenberg figure scars traveled down her burnt legs, leaving open wounds on her feet where the electricity had discharged from her body. If not for the fact that the Winchesters had both spent a disturbing amount of time around mutilated corpses, they probably would have been more affected by the sight.

"...And that officer really believes that this was done with a stun gun?" Sam asked Dean, "That it was just 'too much for her heart?'" He made air quotes to accentuate the ridiculousness of that assumption.

"I can't believe that they thought an autopsy was even necessary." Dean suggested. "This whole thing is getting weirder and weirder. Did the report say anything of value?"

"Well it mentioned that the autopsy was required by Captain Huberman since foul play is being suspected and they're still not exactly sure what caused all of… this." Sam gestured at the marred body. "But basically it just summarizes the injuries and confirms that she was roasted alive from the intensity of the electric discharge."

"So… do you think we have enough to go on?" Dean asked, "'Cause I'm not really seeing how looking any closer is going to help us out here."

"Well, it's not anything I've seen before. It's not a Raijuu because the scars are too intense and aren't localized from the belly button. It also happened inside of her own home, so that rules out a Thunderbird - which, by the way, is the only creature I know of that could do something like this." Sam said, taking a step back and looking down at the corpse in concentration.

"Wrong part of the country for either of those too." Dean added. "Can't perform an EMF check either because of the way that she died. The readings would be all wonky."

"Well, one thing that we can agree on is that this wasn't done with any kind of taser that I know of." Sam joked.

"Count on us to come across something like this during a breather case." Dean scoffed. "Remember when we dealt with normal things like wendigos and shape shifters?"

"Technically deaths by wendigo or shape shifters don't really count as normal either, Dean." Sam laughed a bit. "But don't worry, it's still the beginning of the case and there's still a lot of things to check out. At least we were able to tick some things off of the list. I'll stop by the library tonight and see if it is some kind of local spook or if it matches anything that has happened in the past. And at least we have these interesting scars," He said, pointing to the patterns on the corpse's legs. "it would suck if we didn't have anything to go on at all."

"Yeah, yeah. I was just looking forward to the part where we actually find the monster and kill it. This part is kind of gross, and research is boring. I'm not very good with extended foreplay, I'll have you know."

Sam shook his head in amusement. At least his brother was consistent with the sexual innuendo, at this point it had developed into a character trait.

"Then learn to take your time." Sam said as he slid the blackened body back into the wall, "you'll enjoy it more."

Dean looked up at his little brother with awe. "Did you just make a sex joke?" He paused. "In a morgue?"

Sam laughed out loud this time. "Just because I don't react to your immature humor all of the time doesn't mean that I can't." He turned toward the exit, smiling. "Come on, we have a monster to figure out how to kill."

"Woah." Dean took a second to recover.

Was Sam actually in a good mood for once? Even after encountering that morbid sight? He jogged to catch up with his brother. Maybe they had been in dire need of a normal hunt. That, or witnessing the fragility of the human body for the millionth time had finally served to pull the giant stick out of Sam's ass.

Sam just chuckled and made his way to the exit of the hospital. He was tired, but it was kind of fun to be on a simple case, just him and his brother again. He took a deep breath. Him his brother, and a monster… and maybe a little bit of misplaced aggression. He smiled.

"Alright Sammy, here's your stop." Dean rolled the Impala up to the curb in front of the local public library. "You do your thing here and I'll go check out the local dive bar for… rumors." Sam knew that Dean was probably just going to relieve some stress from seeing the state of that body earlier and was more likely to meet up with his old friend Jack Daniel's than scout out rumors, but Sam wasn't going to hold it against him. Their coping mechanisms may be fucked, but they were still coping mechanisms. And he wanted some peace and quiet to do research anyway.

"Sounds good. Just don't take anyone back to the hotel. And stay alert. I'll give you a call if I find anything."

Walking up to the big doors, Sam made a mental list of routes to explore. The visit to the morgue had ruled out a lot of his initial ideas. Electricity was hard. Not a lot of monsters used it to kill, which left them with something local or something psychic. Just what they needed. Sam sighed as he checked in and walked up to the second story where both the local archives and mythology sections resided.

Deep in the recesses of the library, Sam scanned the books, looking for anything on legends or local history. He saw a thick tome titled 'Mysteries of the Midwest', but when he went to reach for it, another hand bumped into his. Jumping back at the unexpected contact, Sam chastised himself for not paying closer attention. He hadn't even realized that someone else was there.

"O-Oh, sorry. I'll get out of your way."

Sam looked down to meet the eyes of a scrawny teen. Why was he up here in the depths of the mythology section? It was a strange place to see a local teenager, didn't they usually haunt the young adult fiction section or something?

"No worries, kid," Sam said warily, "you go ahead, I'll just grab something else."

"Oh, don't worry about me," the teen replied with a sweet smile before breaking eye contact and looking at the floor. "I'm just skimming them all anyway." He shrugged. The boy's body language was so meek and defensive that Sam wondered if the boy was intimidated by him. That was kind of a sad thought. Something in the boy's eyes had reminded Sam of how he was at that age, bookish and bullied. He didn't really like the idea of scaring someone that he could relate to.

"If you're sure…" Sam said tentatively, not breaking his stare as he pulled the book from the shelf. The kid looked back up at him.

"Oh, I'm sure. Good luck with whatever it is you're researching." The teen held Sam's gaze with a slight smile. Sam blinked and broke the eye contact. Behind the timidness, something else swam in the kid's piercing gaze. He wondered at what it might be.

After their exchange, the boy quickly scanned the shelf and grabbed a different book before hurrying away, quickly rounding a corner and disappearing into the library.

Sam brought the pile of books on local folklore to a small table in a closed off sitting area. Placing the research materials down with a thump and pulling out his laptop, he began the tedious process of figuring out what the hell might be responsible for electrocuting Jamie.

After studying for about an hour and getting utterly nowhere, Sam thought he heard his name. Once he started paying more attention to his surroundings, he began to overhear a conversation. Unable to help himself, he listened closer.

"..I just don't know why you're having me do so much research Sam, I know that this ghost was here before the portal incident but that doesn't mean that it isn't just business as usual." Sam perked up again at the mention of his name and the word ghost in the same sentence. Now interested in what was being said, he looked up from the book of local legends. The voice was coming from around the bookshelf, sounding petulant and annoyed. There was a pause.

"Yeah, yeah, I know safety is paramount, and we aren't even sure if it's one of ours, but I still don't see why I can't just do my thing."

So whoever it was, they were on the phone. Sam listened closer. It had kind of sounded like the boy that he had met earlier, but instead of the quiet stuttering that he had experienced in between the bookshelves, the voice was firm and confident. He wasn't completely sure they were the same.

"No, your thing is winging it." Sam couldn't help but smile at the childish jab. It sounded like a conversation that he and Dean would have had back when they were kids traveling around with their dad.

"Whatever, next time a ghost attacks, you can come babysit the mysterious town alone. I don't care that you and Tuck were both busy this weekend, it doesn't make this any less inconvenient for me."

Sam's smile quickly faded as he realized that ghosts and hunting briefs weren't a normal topic of conversation. Could whoever this was be another hunter or something? He thought back to their earlier encounter. That boy didn't look like another hunter, but appearances could be deceiving.

Sam stood up in order to round the corner of the bookshelf. He wanted to make sure that he wasn't just jumping to conclusions.

"Jeez, I know already Sam. But this doesn't seem like a random monster. It seems like one of our ghosts. Maybe a bit outdated, but still one of ours." The kid's voice got a bit quieter as Sam approached. "And you know that hunters have a hard time taking care of them, I just don't want anybody else to get hurt." he whispered.

Sam stood still, that last sentence catching him off guard. What was this kid even talking about? He had heard of different types of ghosts, but not a species that any hunter worth his weight couldn't take care of. Almost around the corner at this point, he held his breath and stood still.

"Hold up. I think I hear someone. I'll call you back." There was a click as the call was ended.

Shoot. Had the boy caught on to him? He would have to move fast. He didn't need to worry about scaring the teen off anymore, he just had to catch a glimpse of him. Rounding the corner, Sam expected to see the skittish teenager running off down the aisle. He was close enough to the voice that there was no way that he would miss the boy. Sam looked around the shelf.

But the kid wasn't there.

Odd.

Leaning against the books with a sigh, Sam pulled out his phone and dialed Dean's private cell number. Even if the kid had pulled a disappearing act, a lead was a lead. And the lead was ghosts. The phone rang three times before Dean finally picked up.

"Yo, Sammay!" Dean slurred. He always had a penchant for acting more drunk than he actually was when he was out at the bars. "Got any news from the dusty old nerd shack?" He was probably only two or three drinks in. Totally still able to process sensitive information about the case.

"So get this…" Sam started.

The sleek black Impala looked out of place in the slightly rundown neighborhood where Jamie Wallace had lived. It couldn't really be considered the 'bad' part of town, but the windy residential streets were packed tight with small one-story buildings, and it was quite obvious by the state of things that no one influential lived here. The two hunters drove slowly and with purpose as they counted down the house numbers, determined not to miss their destination.

"Alright, this is our stop." Sam said, flipping on the dome light and double checking the address in the case file.

The place in question was one of the smaller houses with thinning yellow paint and an unkempt lawn. The hair rose on the back of Sam's neck, sending goosebumps down his arms as he got out of the car. The police tape and cracking plastic furniture paired with the dim dusk light really didn't create the most welcoming atmosphere. Actually, nothing about this place was all that inviting. Eyeing the house with trepidation, Sam decided that he would be completely unsurprised if ghosts really were the cause of Jamie's death. Honestly this was one of the few places they had encountered that actually felt haunted. He shuddered and looked away, headed to the trunk of the Impala where Dean had thrown open the latch and removed the false bottom, revealing the comprehensive collection of supernatural artillery.

"Alright Sammy, I guess it's time to gank some ghosts." Dean announced as he grabbed a modified shotgun and some salt rounds.

It had taken a bit of convincing to get Dean to believe that Jamie's death was the work of ghosts. Never before had he heard of a spirit frying someone alive with massive amounts of electricity. Not even a poltergeist should have that type of power. Especially if none of the appliances or outlets had been used as a channel for the electric shock. Sam's overheard theory didn't really make sense to the older Winchester, but hey, checking out the crime scene couldn't hurt and they had no other leads, so what was there to lose?

"Let's just figure out who this apparition is and why it had such a grudge against Jamie." Sam replied, grabbing an EMF reader and a thick iron rod. "If we do this quickly, we might even break our record for fastest hunt."

"Naw man. Fastest hunt goes to that selkie in New Orleans back when you were like 10 or something." Dean commented, stocking up on more salt rounds before loading his favorite .45 Colt with some regular, run of the mill, people-killing bullets. "Only took dad like 6 hours to find and kill that thing. I'll never forget it." The ivory grips glinted in the fading light as he tucked the gun away. "The man was a legend."

"So?" Sam asked, annoyance lacing his voice. It was still hard for him to talk about John in a positive light, even after all of this time. "This will be the fastest hunt that we've ever done."

"Sure." Dean shrugged. "But I'm still not totally convinced this is a ghost. I wouldn't hold your breath."

Sam swung the last shotgun out of the trunk before slamming the hatch closed. He threw on the shoulder strap and got to work fiddling with the EMF reader.

"I guess. But we don't have much else to go on at this point, so the lead's probably still worth checking out." Armed and ready, the two brothers made their way up to the front door and Dean leaned forward to get to work with the lock. After an impressively short amount of time he twisted the handle and opened the door for Sam. "Ladies first." He motioned with a wink.

"Whatever." Sam shook his head with mirth as he navigated the crime scene tape and entered the house. Dean followed close behind.

Directly upon entering the house the EMF reader lit up and whined with a shrill and constant beep.

"Not ghosts, huh?" Sam said smirking over at his brother. He moved the small electronic device in arcs around the entryway, but the thing was stuck at the highest decibel.

"Dude. Turn that thing off." Dean nudged his brother. "It's annoying."

With a click, the house was thrown back into silence.

"So. What now?" Sam asked as they both moved through the house with practiced ease, guarding each other's backs and checking for blind spots.

"Well it happened by the kitchen right?" Dean asked, making his way toward the other room.

"That's what the file says, but it also says that the body was tasered, so who knows?" Sam laughed.

The brothers passed by a hallway that seemed to lead toward a bathroom and two bedrooms.

"You do have to hand it to Perrysburg," Dean said with a chuckle, "they probably have the most incompetent team we've dealt with in-"

"Shh."

Sam cut Dean off. "Do you hear that?" He whispered.

"Hear what?" Dean strained his ears, "I don't-"

"Shh!"

"...was so right. You guys both owe me Nasty Burger when I get back." A voice sounded out from the direction of the bedrooms. "It has an obsession and everything, although it doesn't seem as lucid as most of our friends. It hasn't really talked at all or seemed to notice who I am."

The Winchesters exchanged nervous glances and Dean holstered his shotgun in favor of the Colt.

"Who the hell is that?" Dean whispered shortly.

"How the hell would I know?" Sam retorted. The voice had a strange echo to it that put both brothers on guard. They moved forward slowly.

"Yeah, no problem guys, I'll have it rounded up and be back in amity before you can say - AH!"

At the sound of the yelp, the Winchesters hurried forward, no longer caring to remain silent. A bright white light shone from underneath the door followed by a thump as Dean slammed into the thin piece of wood shoulder first. The door gave way almost instantly, revealing a mousy looking teenager splayed out on the floor.

As the brothers both barged into the room, the teen awkwardly got himself up and dusted off his dark jeans. Dean kept his piece trained on the kid, finger off the trigger for now.

The boy ruffled his dark hair and swept it back from his face, talking into a green earpiece with a microphone. "No I'm fine guys, it was just a…" He looked up at the two hunters, stopping when he saw the gun pointed at him. Sam and Dean were met with a pale face and familiar blue eyes that stared back at them in surprise. "You know what? I'll talk to you later. Something just came up."

"You!?" Sam and Dean said in unison. Then they looked at each other.

Sam started. "Wait. Where did you meet him?"

"Saw him at the hospital. Didn't really expect to see him again, but he was acting suspicious so I thought I'd take a mental note. How do you know the kid?"

"He's the one I ran into in the library… The one I thought I overheard..."

Dean was about to respond before the teenager interrupted, rolling his eyes in contempt.

"Yeah, yeah, and I bet neither one of you remember me from the police station." The kid shrugged off the Winchester's intense stares. "It's nice that we're all catching up and everything, but you guys should really get out of here."

"Wait, police station? Back up a second… Are you telling me that you've been following us around the whole day?" Sam asked.

"Hah!" The teenager laughed sardonically. "More like you guys have been following me around. If you really thought about it, you'd remember that I showed up first at all of those places." The boy sighed, "You guys are hunters, yeah?"

Sam wondered where the meek kid from the library had gone. This seemed like a pretty major personality switch. But then again, if he really had been the one Sam had overheard on the phone it kind of made sense.

"Uh… Yeah. We're the Winchesters. This is my brother Sam, and I'm Dean."

"So you're hunters, whatever. You guys should probably stay out of this. I really don't care if you're Winchesters or Smiths or Wessons. You shouldn't be here."

"Look kid-

"Danny."

"Look, Danny. We've been doing this all of our lives. We've stopped the literal devil in his tracks, and we've killed more monsters than you've probably even heard of." Dean began a speech trying to convince this Danny kid that he should leave the dangerous stuff to the adults. Sam watched in slight amusement as Danny tuned his brother out, making a show of checking his nails and picking lint off of his shirt.

Sam was about to speak up when there was a buzzing noise and something indecipherable came from the strange green headpiece that Danny was wearing. He looked distracted for a moment and Dean stopped talking. The kid was obviously no longer paying attention to him.

"You sure, Tuck?" The kid spoke into the headpiece. "And you agree, Sam?" Nodding, he turned away from Sam and Dean, listening intently to something that whoever was on the other side of the line was saying. Danny eventually chimed in and the Winchesters waited for him to finish the conversation.

"That will probably add a couple days to this trip… yeah, I know…. I know Sam, you can stop bothering me about that now…" There was a long pause and Danny crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground, looking annoyed. "But what about… yeah, but… thanks for the vote of confidence Tuck… Well, I guess I'm in if you guys are." The boy shrugged even though whoever he was talking to couldn't see. "As long as you think it's safe for them and that they'll actually be able to help us out later, yeah."

Danny stopped and turned back around, glancing up at the dumbfounded brothers. "You guys said that you're the Winchesters, right?"

"Yeah?" Dean said warily.

The kid sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back up at the brothers.

"Well, my name is Danny Fenton. I… I guess you could call me a kind of hunter too." Danny's confident facade had begun to waver now that he wasn't trying to shoo the Winchesters away. "I'm pretty sure I know what is going on here, and… well…"

"Your friends convinced you to work with us?" Dean asked, still confused.

"Well… um… kind of?" Danny replied with a wince.

"Who's to say that we even want to work with you." Dean said, regaining his confidence. "As I was saying earlier, it's better if you let the professionals take care of this one, boy-wonder."

Danny shot a glare at Dean and was about to retort when the other brother spoke up.

"Hold on, Dean." Sam said, interested in what Danny had to offer. "You said you know what was going on?"

"Yes. And as luck would have it, my friends seem to know who you guys are." Danny replied, attention now focused on Sam, picking him out as the rational one of the duo. "Trust me, I can explain myself better later, but we should probably get out of here first. It's going to get kind of dangerous here soon, and I don't want you guys to be unprepared."

As if on cue, a figure of a woman blurred into focus. Dressed in a flowing black dress, the very solid looking figure figure had sickly yellow-green skin that was so pale it seemed to glow. It's long white hair floated softly in long tendrils as if gravity had no effect. Sparks coiled from it's body, landing on the floor in neat arcs. The air suddenly seemed charged with static and a metallic smell permeated through the room. The woman's bloody red eyes were trained on Danny in a murderous glare. A smile broke out on her sallow face and a low chuckle echoed through the house softly, sounding as if it were coming from all directions.

"Oh… Oh, shit." Danny's eyes went wide and the Winchesters looked between him and the monster, unsure of what to do.

Whatever this was, it wasn't a ghost.

They had never seen anything like it before.

Okay! so tell me what you think! Too slow? Too fast? OOC? confusing?

Also -

Though I do have the basic plot all mapped out, I'm not exactly sure how to do the rest of this.

My original thought is to keep it in the realms of a Supernatural episode that Danny just happens to be a part of - mostly focusing on the Winchesters trying to sort out this new type of ghost that seems to defy everything they throw at it. But do you think it would be better with alternating perspectives so there is more insight with Danny's shenanigans?

Let me know and thanks for reading~