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Danny is teasing Wes when he gets a sharp yank on his core. He and Weston had been having fun, the redhead biting at the bit to expose him as a ghost to Amity and Danny just sitting there laughing at his friend. The man had been at his coronation as ghost king even (because Danny could not help himself. He did notice that the invitation was never used as evidence, but it was pinned to his Corkboard of Truth), but could not drop revealing him.
Back to getting yeeted, rather violently, too. Wes had seen his eyes glow toxic green and moved to block the view of the other people on the side of the street. Danny's joints had locked up, refusing to let him move, and he could only stiffly lean into Wes.
"Fenton?" he asked carefully, looking around to make sure that no one was seeking the odd behavior. "Danny?"
"Summons," Danny croaked out. "Hurts."
Unfortunately, Danny then learned that if you're holding on to the Ghost King while he's being summoned, you also get ripped through. The switch from human to ghost is fluid and it takes some of the pain off his core before it's replaced with worry for one of his humans. These summonses usually ended with cultists, after all.
Adjusting the stars in the lining of his cape is easy, hiding Wesley in them as the white fur hood settled on his shoulders and a gold chain held it closed. Armor, black as night, settled over the black bodysuit, white accents highlighting the stylized D on his chest. His fingerless gloves exposed green claws and pointed ears were as sharp as his fang, bared at whoever decided this was a good idea.
Little, human Wes was in danger. Whoever put him there was going to suffer. The Crown of Fire blazed, the Ring of Rage snapping viciously.
"Shit," he heard someone hiss tiredly. He looked at the ones pinned to the ground, tilting his head at them.
"Master!" Fucking cultists. One of these days he was just gonna go around the universes and just wreck them. "We have brought you the Winchester brothers as a sacrifice! I hope this pleases you."
"The Winchesters?" He'd heard of them. They'd helped many, though some of his subjects grumbled about the rough treatment. He looked them over, humming in static. "What do you think, Wes? Should I eat some of the most famous ghost hunters ever?"
Wes stepped forward, shoulders straight and arms crossed, looking them over. Little Wes was just human, but he played his part easily, filling his role with a snort of humorless laughter.
"Do you even need to eat, Sire?"
"Not really, no. None of us do. Ectoplasm is enough." Danny glided forward, making sure to bump shoulders with his human companion to thank him for playing along. Wes was a friend at this point, a good one, but this situation was tilting. "So, boys, what are your ideas?"
"Let us go?" Dean hummed hopefully and Danny couldn't help his snort at his puppy eyes.
"He's got a point," Wes agreed. "You could."
"I could," he parrots and laughs, something dark and cruel. His eyes glow as the lights flicker, the black candles around his summoning circle all going out, leaving only Danny's green eyes as spotlights. Wes's human green also glowed slightly, nearly making Danny break character to welcome him to his spook of liminals.
"I can also just kill them all, now that I'm free. Silly humans, so willing to bend to those they cannot comprehend." When the lights come back on, all of the cultists are in an unconscious pile in the corner. Sam and Dean are still tied at the wrists, flinching from the Ghost King. "You're good, Winchesters. Honestly, these people are kinda asses to you guys. Way more than us ghouls, anyway. Thank you for helping my people, by the way."
"So all is our type of normal?" Wes chuckled, rolling his eyes. He moved forward, taking out a pocket knife he'd taken to carrying to cut them free (that Danny had gotten him. It had 'DF' in the style of Phantom's logo on the grip, an inside joke between them and the cherry wood). Dean moved to hide his brother from the tall teen, squaring himself, but Wes rolled his eyes. "He's not gonna eat you."
"I don't even want your souls. Aren't I benevolent?" Danny grinned, fangs bared. His nose suddenly wrinkled, like something foul had just crossed his nose, and Castiel appeared, blocking the humans from the Ghost King. Danny lifted an eyebrow. "Can I help you, dove?"
"Take the kid and go," Cas ordered the Winchesters, his body a tight spring. Danny scowled.
"Hold on a minute." Danny set his feet on the ground silently, unmoving. Dean would have compared him to a statue, his chest was unmoving and those green eyes were sharp and focused. "The redhead is mine. You can keep your hunters. I didn't want to hurt them anyway. Literally just saved them."
Wes went to move around Castiel, but the angel grabbed his arm in a tight grip, causing him to yelp. Cas couldn't register the noise before he was pinned to the ground, the earth caving slightly. Danny's hand scrapped claws over the angel's throat, teeth bared and pupils only slits of rage.
"Don't touch what's mine, graceless," he hissed the curse, but Wes ran and pressed himself into Danny's side to remind him he was fine.
"I'm good, Phantom. Let him go," Wes requested, huffing. "I'm fine. He just startled me." Slowly, all of Phantom's muscles loosed, almost looking mechanical in its practice. He lets the angel and as soon as Phantom lets him, he's behind the Winchesters, bruises blossoming on the throat of his host. "Yeah, I wouldn't advise getting between us like that."
The angel nods, seeming to sense he dodged a bullet.
"Cas? Mind explaining?" Dean hisses, stepping forward.
"I didn't mean to offend, your highness. I thought... the humans were in danger," Cas says instead, bowing his head to the teen in royal garb. Phantom is still tense, Wes under his cape again. It's more to comfort Phantom than to actually protect the human.
"It will be overlooked this once. You are far from your top strength and glory, little angel, and I understand you misread the situation." Phantom looked at the two human hunters, tilting his head. "Though, if I am not at all needed here, it is time I brought my human home."
"Wait!" Sam shouts and he looks upon the one marked by Lucifer, the tall man looking nervous as he bowed his head. "Sire. Do you know anything about a yellow-eyed demon?"
"Azazel?" Phantom huffs, looking annoyed. The brother's breath hitched, eyes flicking as if his name would summon him. Normally it would, but Phantom had power over the demon and as such chose when the power came with the name. "Yes, I know of him. I could even tell you where he is currently, not that it'll help you much. He's currently in hell."
"That's all you got or all you'll give us?" Dean snapped, his temper flaring. Cas grasped his wrist, hissing at him to watch his tone.
"All I'll give you. You will face this demon one day, but today is not the day. Be safe, Winchesters. Ah, and I've been meaning to give you this." He tossed something to Sam who caught it flawlessly. He held it so the others could see the beautiful lighter.
Black metal was detailed with skulls and spider lilies in bright, neon green. Sam hit the spark wheel, jumping when green flame sputtered to life.
"You can burn ghosts with that," Phantom explained, his edges getting fuzzy and his hand intertwining with Wes's to insure he came with. "No bones needed. It'll put them right back into the infinite realms to receive judgment and/or treatment."
"...Thanks. Does it work on demons?" Sam joked, his smile crooked.
"If you send any demons to me with that, I swear I will hunt you down personally. I have to deal with them enough as it is."
Dean is still laughing when Phantom dragged Wes and himself through time and space to Amity Park, Illinois.