Phantom Sight

Their objective

Sam and Dean have been going practically everywhere trying to find the source, the leak in hell. Whatever the fuck was tearing apart the dimensions and making spirits crawl out, like twisted souls.

Along with them, their buddy Castiel. He was helping as best he could. Earth was a confusing place, and he had been receiving little to no orders from any other angels. Heaven was unreachable at the moment.

It just so happened that Sam and Dean could use Castiels help tracking and identifying rifts that needed cleaning up, like nasty open wounds.

All this led them on a wild chase around the country, finding demons along the way. And they were on their way to the shit pot of shit pots. Amity Park.

It was way worse than a tourist trap. It was the real fucking deal. A scientist couple apparently made an artificial rift years ago. They had the expertise and know-how to open a hole in the dimension separating earth and hell, and that didn't sit right with Sam or Dean.

So here they were, at the buttfuck hour of the morning standing in front of a neon sign, half lit and looking beat.

It had been five or six am. when they rang and knocked on the Fentons door.

"Hello? Hellllooooooo?"

Danny groaned from the floor of the lab. Someone was very persistent in making sure he had no sleep. He wanted to ignore them. Then the word sleep entered his conscious mind.

"SHIT!" He shouted, jumping up. When had he fallen asleep?!?!

More knocking. Danny made his way up the basement door, through the kitchen to the front door.

He was hesitant to open it at first. Whoever is on the other side could only cause him trouble.

"Hello?"

Danny flinched, slowly he opened the door.

Sam had been expecting an energetic couple to come bounding out like the newspaper described. Instead it was a thin teenager with dark circles under his eyes that were honestly impressive.

The boys eyes shifted between Sam and Dean.

"Hi, I'm Dean, and this is Sam."

Danny stared at them bleary-eyed before he retorted, "No solicitors, we don't buy drugs, and we are not interested in trying out a new religion. Please go sell your girl scout cookies somewhere else."

"And this is Cas. We're from the FBI, can we speak to your parents"

Danny tensed up, "Can I see some ID?"

Dean smiled and whipped out a perfect forgery. In his book, it was anyway.

At that same moment, Sam shifted, and Danny was able to see "Cas" better.

It came out before he could stop himself.

"What the fuck is that?"

"What?"

Castiel locked eyes with Danny and his eyes went wide.

Danny was NOT going to answer that question. He slammed the door shut and started to running ti the basement.

"Shit, I reeaaally didn't want to do this today," Sam groaned. Dean opened the door that Danny had not locked and ran after Danny.

They caught him in the basement, Dean had grabbed the nearest rope, which happened to be glowing and green and tackled Danny.

Moments later, Danny was sitting in a chair, unable to escape.

"The rope they grabbed just had to be the one rope i can't get out of," Danny mumbled.