Aaand I'm back!
Thank you guys for all your support, I really needed it.
Forgot to mention, ALL PREVIOUS CHAPTERS ARE EDITED so go back and reread them! I changed the current hunt from a ghost to a witch, plus some minor plot holes and exaggerations have been weeded.
Onward and upward!
Once they arrived back at the motel, the three locked the door behind them and stared at each other. Finally, Dean broke the ice.
Danny frowned, offended. "What?"
"You cant be lookin' like that, you'll attract attention. Go shower or something,and then we'll get you some clothes."
Dean's sudden outreach caught both of the boys off guard. "Uh...what?" Danny said.
"Just get in the shower before I change my mind!" he snapped. Danny jumped back a little.
Sam looked back and forth at them before clearing his throat and stepping between them. "I'll, uh, make sure he doesn't slip away," he told his brother, who flared his nostrils at the ghost kid before grabbing a shotgun and a cleaning rod and walking to his bed. The younger brother put his arm around the teenager's shoulders and led him into the bathroom.
Once they were in, Sam shut the door behind them. His impressive size made the comically small bathroom even more claustrophobic. Danny backed away, intimidated, and unconsciously phased through the glass shower door. The older hunter tensed, the ghost cringed and opened the door. "Sorry, that was an accident. So, how does this work? Are you gonna, like, watch me, or...?"
"Yeah, sorry kid. Believe me, I don't want to any more than you do."
Danny groaned. "Can I at least, like, go invisible? I'll talk through the door if you need to make sure I'm still here."
Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Come on, I'm fifteen! I gotta preserve my modesty, man!"
Sam sighed. "Dean's gonna kill me for this.
So he had on the closed toilet seat while Danny turned invisible and shed his ratty clothes before turning on the water. Sam noticed after awhile that no steam was coming out the top. He remember he had to keep the kid talking, so he asked, "Hey, are you using any hot water?"
"Why not? When I was a kid, hot water was a blessing."
"Because I'm an ice-based entity." Danny grabbed the motel's provided shampoo bottle, rubbed some between his hands and slathered it in his raven hair. He was careful to keep it visible so the hunter would be able to see that he was still there. "See, ghosts are ectoplasm-based, right? Most successfully-developed ghosts have this extra gland in their chests that cycles and filters their ectoplasm, like a heart that pumps ecto instead of blood, or I think maybe a better comparison would be a kidney. I dunno. We call it the 'core'."
He rinsed the white soap out of his locks. "So, apparently, what I have is a rare thing called a 'frozen' core. I think what happened was when I got infused with ectoplasm and the gland formed, it reacted strangely to the already living body and sort of...malfunctioned. At least, that was what my friend Sam thought."
"Yeah, so, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your friends?"
"I mind you asking."
Hm, okay then.
"You know," Sam spoke up, "I know my brother can be a little...well, you know. We're hunters, we can't just trust every ghost kid we meet because they promise they're good. But I just want you to know that I know what it's like to feel like you don't belong. I know what it's like to be a freak."
"You still in there, kid?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here."
The water stopped. A towel from the rack was yanked off by an invisible force, shook vigorously (he was drying himself) and tied around an unseen waist. Danny flickered into view again as he shook some moisture from his hair. Sam looked him up and down.
"Get dressed, and we'll get you some clothes before we go on a hunt."
"This is really getting old."
The trio pulled into a nearby hunting store. Danny was horrified to find...plaid. Literally, everything was plaid. Miles and miles of blue and brown, mahogany-colored leather pulled over red button-downs of the stuff.
"Maybe if I fly off now, I can get away," he muttered. Dean smacked a hand into his back, which hurt extra because of the iron rings Dean was wearing.
Danny sifted through the buttoned shirts, trying to figure out what would look best on him. He remembered the few times he's worn plaid when visiting his aunt up in the country. It was red, he was pretty sure. Red was his favorite color.
He pulled out a red-and-white plaid shirt and a new pair of bluejeans and a jacket, which he proudly wore out of the store. They drove back to the room for Sam and Dean to pull on their FBI suits.
"Now here's the deal," Dean said while fixing his tie in the mirror. "We're FBI agents Williams and Pond. You're our student shadow, Ricky Smith."
"Aw, Ricky's a dumb name!" Danny whined.
Sam chuckled. "Just go along with it and let us do the talking, 'kay?"
Not bad for a comeback, hm?
Anyone who catches that little reference at the end gets fish fingers and custard!
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