I know I know- I still haven't finished my last fic. I'm working on it little by little but I haven't had much inspiration or incentive to work on it. I recently started watching Danny Phantom (I hate that it ended/canceled) and happened to see some pictures of "If Danny Phantom met the Winchesters" on Pinterest and I decided to write this.

Warning- This is a Supernatural crossover so of course there will be cursing.

I went ahead and fixed the repeated sentences but just to let you guys know, idk why but when I'm typing on here for some reason it duplicates not only single words but sentences and paragraphs as well- even after editing- so there might be more double sentences. Please let me know if you happen to stumble across them (try and let me know which sentences are doubled so it's easier to go through and fix) so I can fix them.

It was a strange town, the Winchesters determined. Bobby didn't tell them much about the town except that a few weeks prior the entire town vanished off the face of the planet then reappeared a few hours later. It was soon shrugged off to be some sort of optical illusion, but the Winchesters knew better. As far as Bobby knew, nobody had died- however, many seemed to have accepted ghosts to just be a reality.

Bobby exclaimed he had friends who lived in the town and was worried about them, but since he was unable to go check in on them her sent the brothers.

For once Sam and Dean were able to put away the fake badges and question people directly about the ghost attacks.

When questioned about their concern for their safety everyone pretty much had the same answer.

"No. He protects us."

It didn't take long before the two confused hunters got their answer about who the 'he' was.

"A ghost boy?" Sam questioned the young man.

"Yeah. He fights to protect us all, though nobody knows what he really is."

"Didn't you say it a ghost?" Dean cocked a brow at the contradicting statement.

"He's called ghost boy, but he's unlike any other ghosts that appear here. He seems more... alive... or more accurately more human than the rest."

After a few more moments of questioning, they went on to more people. After bring the ghost boy up to the townsfolk people began to clam up and when the two were certain they would be getting no more from the people they decided to search for a hotel and bar.

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We drove around for nearly an hour trying to locate a motel.

"The hell?!" I hear Dean curse under his breath. "Haven't these people ever heard of tourists before? And how the hell does a town not have a bar either?"

I chuckle at his frustration. For once he won't be going out to get shitfaced drunk while I do all the research. "You found anything yet, Sammy?"

"It's Sam." I shot back, gaining a humored eye roll, before answering his question. "I don't know Dean, I can't find anything in Dad's journal to suggest what it could be. The only thing people gave us is he has the form of a teen boy with white hair in a black spandex suit. Apparently, he's not limited to one place but is able to freely travel around the whole town- the same with the rest of the ghosts."

"That cancels out a ghost. And if it were a poltergeist and it's not limited to one place the town would be destroyed. Maybe it's a demon looking to fool the town before it destroys it?" He suggests.

"Hmm, I don't think so, demons usually just possess and kill- they don't usually go out of their way to play hero for humans. Poltergeists wouldn't behave such a way either. Honestly, Dean- I'm stuck here."

Dean lets out a laugh and I find myself annoyed at his tone. "Whatever it is the fact is these creatures are causing trouble so they need to be dealt with once and for all. There has got to be something somewhere that can tell us what it is."

I send him a glare. "We'll just have to keep looking. Hopefully, whatever he is isn't hard to gank and when he's gone the others will disappear with him. Well, that is if they are coming from him."

He sighs, a hint of annoyance clear from the tone. "Well, we could always try rock salt or an iron and see if we can trap it and get it to tell us what it is." He grins.

"Dean, that's a bad idea and you know it."

Dean gives me his signature you got a better idea look and retorts.

"Not like we've never improvised before."

I roll my eyes as I flip through more pages.

"Okay, Mr. Improv, what do we do if he's not a ghost and we seriously piss him off. I say we check out the school and try to gather more information." I turn a few more pages and I prepared to put the book up before something catches my eye.

"Dean, you have to check this out." I insist as I turn the page to him. He glances at it all of two seconds before shrugging at me.

"What about it?" He questions as he pulls the car into a parking lot. I look out the Impala and notice we are finally at a motel. It looks as if it has been renovated recently- well at least it was a nice change from the rundown motels we've had to stay in before.

"I'll tell you after we get checked in," I inform as I push open the passenger door. Dean nods and he heads into the front office.

I make my way to the trunk, attempting to unload the necessities. I pack dad's journal in my duffel before I find myself distracted by a rather strange building.

"What the hell?" I mumble as I try to get a better view. It looked rather unconventional, to say the least, well from what I could tell considering it was getting dark and it was partially hidden by the houses and smaller building on the street. It couldn't have been but maybe two streets down and I found myself wondering how I could have missed it.

I hear a bell ringing before the sound of a door closing. I turn to see Dean walking over with a key in hand.

"Holy shit, Sammy, you wouldn't believe how cheap it was."

I ignore the comment instead pointing to the object I had been inspecting. "Take a look at that."

Dean turns and I see his eyes widen in surprise. "What the hell is that?!" He nearly shouts. "It looks like a fricken UFO or something." We hear the bell sound and ignore it.

Rubbing my hair, I respond. "It looks like one, but how has nobody noticed or reported it?"

"The Fenton's residence caught your attention, hasn't it?" We turn to the office to see an older, scroungy looking man with dirty blonde hair standing in the office doorway.

"The Fenton residence?" I respond in calmly. I notice the name right away. The Fentons was the name of the people Bobby wanted us to check up on. I had completely forgotten with all the talk of the ghost boy.

"Yeah, it is definitely quite the attraction to newcomers. Us folks here tend to forget how unusual it is 'cuz most of us are just used to seeing it at this point." He explains.

"It's definitely unusual, that's for sure." Dean cuts in, it seemed like he didn't notice the name. "So people actually live in that thing?"

"Of course. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton added on to their home not long after moving here. I'll never forget the first time I saw the place. I thought for sure aliens were coming to take over. I couldn't believe they actually raised two kids in that place."

I was shocked to hear children lived there as well. "Kids?"

"They have a boy and girl, both go to Casper High now." He stated simply.

"What kind of people are the Fentons?" I ask, curious of the so-called friends of Bobby.

"As far as I know, they build weapons to fight ghosts. Something high tech- Personally, I think they're aliens."

'High tech ghost hunting weapons?' I found myself thinking, a little more than confused. I glance over to Dean to find him wearing a similar expression.

He turns to the man before cutting in.

"We're sorry to cut this short but we really must be heading off to bed," he stretched his arms out, letting out a long yawn," long day ahead of us and all."

"By all means. I tend to get a bit chatty with newcomers. Please, enjoy your stay." As we grab out bags and turn to head to our room he stops us.

"Hey, boys. A bit friendly advice- don't go getting tangled up with the ghost boy. He's far different than what you are probably used to hunting."

That caught us off guard, to say the least. Does he know we're hunters? I glance over to my brother who just happens to do the same.

"You know what we are?" Dean questions, careful not to give away too much in case we are thinking too much into it.

"Boy, this is a pretty small town." The man answers as he turns away from us. "The only people who come to town are ghost hunters, much like yourselves, in over their heads and looking to hunt down the million dollar ghost boy. But let me tell ya, many have tried but so far none has succeeded in permanently capturing him."

Oh. I sigh, relaxing a bit. He thinks we're like those ghost hunters apparently. "What do you mean permanently?" I asked, having caught on to the word.

"So far the Fentons have been the only people who have come close to capturing him, but he would always escape." We thank the man for the information and quickly make our way into our room.

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Once we enter the room, Dean rushes to lay down all of the traps while I drop to the bed nearest to the back wall. It surprised me how comfortable the bed was, unlike the other motels we have stayed in.

"For a second there I thought somebody in town knew what we were." I sigh, rubbing my hands through my hair.

"I feel ya there." Dean agreed as he dug around his duffel bag, grabbing fresh clothes and a toothbrush.

"Oh hey!" I call out before he reached the bathroom. I sit up- grabbing my bag and pulling the book out of it along with my laptop.

"I think I may have an idea what the ghosts may be," I inform him as I turn to the right page of the book.

He gave me a mildly impressed look. "Really? Shoot."

"Do you remember the Murdoch house?" I question, knowing he, like myself, would never forget that case.

"Yeah, the one with the freaky mojo where everyone unknowingly created a murderous, unkillable creature. What about it."

I give him a look that I could only hope got my are you serious thought across. He stares at me a second before I see the lights click on in his head.

"You're thinking it could be a Tulpa." He concludes.

I nod.

"But wouldn't there need to be hundreds of thousands of people believing it existed? Not to mention there would need to be the symbol to get the mojo flow going."

"Not necessarily," I say as I browse through the information. "Though the town itself may be small, there are still a lot of people who live here. Not to mention there is a high school full of impressionable teenagers who live in a place that believes in ghosts. The symbol may have been drawn somewhere in the school, maybe that's why the ghost shows up there more than any other place. Say the ghost boy isn't connected to the others and the teens unknowingly created the ghost boy 'hero' to protect them- if that's the case and he is a Tulpa someone could change it any way they'd like."

"So we need to find where the story is being spread and change it like we did with old Mordecai... Except not the whole website crashing down bit." Dean seemed to think we were on to something.

"Okay, I'm going to do some searching and see if I can't find anything," I announce as I set my space up.

"Good plan!" He clapped his hand and rubbed them together before backing into the bathroom. I roll my eyes and begin researching.

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"That felt great!" I state as I exited the bathroom. I notice Sam is still surfing away so I walk up to get a better look.

"Found anything, Sammy?" I ask.

"It's Sam." He mutters, not looking away from the screen. I chuckle at his reaction.

"And no, nothing. I've looked everywhere and there is nothing that suggests anyone outside of Amity Park even knows what goes on in this town, let alone the ghost boy. I've even tried searching the Ghostfacers website."

Well, I can tell this is gonna be one of those cases.

"Boy, you were that desperate you had to check out those wack jobs?" I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, I can tell Sam was getting frustrated- if his creased brows and pursed lips were anything to go by.

"Didn't do any good anyway." he snaps, fists clenching.

"I think it's time for a break. Look, I say we search the school tomorrow- if we can find the symbol we'll at least know what it is and then we can figure out how the gank it." I declare as I jump in my bed.

"Man these beds are comfortable!" I joke, earning a chuckle.

"I guess you're right. If he isn't a Tulpa though, I don't know what the hell he could be."

There it was again. "You keep referring to it as a he why?" I ask, curious.

He looks mildly confused at my statement. "I didn't notice. Maybe it's because of how they described hi... the ghost as a boy."

"You know, whatever it is it's not human. Besides, if we can't figure it out by going to the school we can always go to the Fentons. If they are friends with Bobby they must know something about it. Besides, the old man did say they were the only ones to get close to it." I declare.

I look over to Sam, who stared at me in bewilderment. "What?" I asked.

"I was wondering if you remembered. Just shocked that you did. It didn't seem to cross your mind when we were talking outside."

Oh. I laugh loudly, grabbing my sides. "Seriously?! That's what's gotten you so shocked?"

His face turns pink before he huffs and turns the light out.

"Whatever!" He pouted and I could hear him climbing into bed. "Jerk." He mumbles.

"Get some sleep. Bitch." I shoot back, smirk glued on my face until I lose myself to sleep.

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I'm walking to school when I hear someone call "Danny! Hey, wait up!"

I smile at the wheezy voice coming from behind me. I turn to see Tucker racing towards me. He stops inches away and I wonder how he's able to stop so quickly like that.

"What's up, Tuck?" I ask, people passing us by. He's still gasping for air but begins to try and tell me something.

"Two... for... Phantom!" He talks so quickly that I couldn't catch every word.

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Calm down, Tuck. Deep breaths." I tell him. He takes a large breath and holds it.

I look at him like there's something wrong with him and sigh. "Now let it out," I state bluntly and he does so.

"Thanks." He breathed.

"Now what were you saying?" I re-ask.

"Oh right!" He exclaims. "There were these two guys yesterday. They kept going around asking about the ghosts here. Mostly about..." He leans forward to my ear and whispers. "Danny Phantom."

I raise a brow," Is that why you're freaking out? I deal with these type of guys all the time, I'm sure they're nothing I can't handle. Heck, mom and dad- well my mom- are more of a threat to me... I mean him... than any other ghost hunter so far."

"Not these guys, Danny. My mom told me they were questioning her yesterday and with how she described them and the questions they asked. I'd say they're in a whole other league. I think these guys mean business."

I take a moment to think what he said over before nodding. "You're probably right. I'll have to be careful of them." If what Tucker said is true I'm going to need to be more careful about where I transform- and I'll have to keep an eye out, wouldn't want any surprise attacks in the middle of fighting.

I groan, thinking about the loads of homework I won't be completing any time soon, "This is going to be a long week."

"Danny! Tucker! Hurry up you're gonna be late." I hear Sam call from behind us. Tuck and I begin to freak, neither of us wanting dentition for being late... Again.

The three of us make it to our lockers in time for Dash and his group to spot up.

"Hey, Fenturd!" I hear him call out.

"Oh no." I groan in annoyance, before feeling two giant hands grab the back of my shirt.

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Getting permission to search the school for the symbol was way easier than either of us have ever experienced. Dean and I just walked in the school and this woman claiming to be the principal just walked up to us and asked if we were here to hunt ghosts.

When we answered yes she just sighed, like they got this every day- though I wouldn't be very surprised at this point- and told us to try not to destroy the school.

I glanced questioningly at Dean and he shrugged. We then decided to split up, he searching the west side of the school and I the east.

As I'm walking through the hallway the bell sounds off and I'm a little more than surprised by the sheer amount of children filling up the room. Luckily I'm standing in the corner of two halls so I'm not completely being crushed, but I was going to have to wait before attempting to go anywhere.

I'm standing there when I hear a voice above all the other dozens of voices.

"Hey, Fenturd!" I turn to look around the corner where the voice came from to see a rather tall blonde kid with an equally tall Asian kid.

I took all of two seconds to figure out what was going on. I've fared my own share of bullying, always being the new, nerdy kid in school seemed to have a bullying target dawn on me.

Being my height I'm able to get a pretty good view of what was taking place. I attempt to make my way closer to break it up, but there are still too many bodies between me and the group so I stand back and continue to watch- every intention to step in once the hall clears a bit. I'm shocked to the

I see the bullied teen and he's relatively short compared to the bullies "Of course they go for the smaller people who can't defend themselves." His unusual black hair stands out, but what really surprises me is how utterly... bored he looks. Like he's used to it and is just waiting for it to be over so he can get on with his life.

In all my years of being bullied by the bigger man I've never been able to react that way, but then again I've always had Dean to bail me out- and from the looks of it, this kid doesn't. The students around them are just continuing on with their day, some pointing and laughing as they pass by. There are two, however, who have been standing there for apparently a while.

The girl is dressed in all black with I think is purple and green, it's hard to tell since she is blocked by a dark skinned boy wearing a red hat, yellow shirt, and cargo pants.

I've been to many different schools and never have I seen a pair like them before. The, I think, goth girl is saying something but I can't hear over the noise. She looks annoyed so I'd guess she's a friend of the victim. The other boy looks annoyed as well, but his attention is focused on his device.

The jocks shove the boy between each other and I can't help but noticed how unimpressed he still looks. The bell finally rings and people are rushing to their perspective classes.

'Good,' I think quietly. 'Maybe they'll leave him along and get to class.'

I'm horrified as I watch the blonde grab the boy by the collar and shove him into a fucking half locker and walk away laughing.

"Good luck getting out of there before detention, Fenturd!" He yelled back apparently warranting another round of laughter.

The halls are now clear of people, except for the two 'friends' and I decide the two kids have it so I turn to continue looking for the symbol or any other sign of paranormal activity.

The girl speaks and I stop dead in my tracks. "Looks like Dash finally decided to use a different locker for once." She states bluntly.

"Come on, Danny. We need to get to class or you'll get detention again." The boy informs.

'Are neither of them going to help him get out?' I find myself thinking.

"Dash will just think we picked the lock this time." He continues.

"Okay. Coast clear?" A muffled voice comes from the locker. Curious, I stay behind barely poking my head out to see what they are doing.

They to teens look to either side, thankfully missing me. "Okay, the coast is clear." The boy says and the kid pokes his head out of the locker before phasing through the rest of the way.

I can tell my eyes are wide and I'm unable to believe what I just witnessed. No matter how I look at it that boy looks and acts completely human. Not to mention he interacts physically with the other students.

If he were a specter or phantasms there's no way people would be able to interact with him like that. And a poltergeist would never be so... human-like.

"Could that kid be the so-called ghost boy?" I ask myself as the trio walks off and disappear into a room.

"I've gotta find Dean." I decide, making my way to the other side of the school as quickly as possible.

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"So wait! You're telling me a teenage boy was shoved into a locker by another student and he walked through the locker door?" Dean asks. I can tell he doesn't completely believe me yet- hell if I hadn't seen it for myself I would have

"That's what I'm saying, Dean. He was just like the rest of the students. So unless the group that bullied him and the other two are ghosts as well, along with the people passing by who acknowledged what was happening are all spirits- I'd say we're dealing with something completely different than a Tulpa or any ghosts. We've encountered before." I explain.

"Maybe you were just seeing things and the kids let him out- or the locker wasn't shut all the way, I mean if he was stuffed in there and the locker was only half sized- He wouldn't be able to fit ." He declares, trying to make sense of the whole situation. "You didn't get much sleep again last night and it's not unusual for you to see things..." He cut himself off and I can see a guilty look in his face, though he was trying to play it off like he was too focused on driving.

I sigh, "Maybe. I might have just been looking for something that wasn't there"

"Hopefully, Bobby's friends will be able to shine some light on what the hell is going on. But first." He says pulling into a fast food place with a very concerning name.

"Nasty Burger?" Dean winces. "Is this seriously the only place to eat? Even the name says it's nasty."

I sigh as we get out. "Come on, Dean. Maybe it won't be that bad. It is just a name."

He gives me a weird look that screams you've better be right.

We go in and order lunch. We stay in for a little over an hour, discussing possible plans for capturing the ghost boy, both in an agreement to ask questions first (for once) and shoot (possibly) later.

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Sam and I stare in awe at the giant ops center built into a small apartment complex. "I knew it was big but this is ridiculous!"

"Let's just go and get our information." He states as we walk up to the door. "Bobby, you sure have some strange friends."

I chuckle at the statement before knocking heavily on the door. "Really, that hard?" Sam questions.

"They could be way up there for all we know." I state as if it were obvious.

He nods, agreeing with my logic.

It takes a minute or two of knocking before we finally hear movement on the other side.

"Coming!" A loud man calls out before we hear a crash and quick and heavy footsteps.

The door opens to reveal a giant man in orange spandex complete with black rubber gloves and boots. He is holding in one arm a giant weapon that resembled a bazooka. I recoil back in shock.

The man is grinning ear to ear and starts talking cheerfully, "Hey, what can I do for you boys!" First impression? He looks like a goof.

Sam regains composure first, clearing his throat and he answers. "Hello, Mr. Fenton. I am Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Bobby Singer sent us."

Before either of us can react he grins even wider, pushing both of us into the house. "Good 'ole Bobby! I haven't heard that name in years! Any friend of Bobby is a friend of ours!

"Good 'ole Bobby! I haven't heard that name in years! Any friend of Bobby is a friend of ours! Hey Maddie, we have guests! Bobby sent em!"

My ears begin ringing at the loudness of his voice.

I almost miss the sound of someone calling up from the stairs before a busty woman- which I assume is Maddie- in a full-body, blue jumpsuit. Her face, aside from her bright red lips, were covered by a rubber hood and orange goggles.

"Oh!" She announces happily. "Hello, boys! I'm Maddie!" Called it.

"And this is my husband, Jack." I can't believe what I'm hearing. Her and him? Holy shit!

"Here come sit down, we have some snacks made." She says, leading us into the kitchen. There's weird looking objects everywhere and I try to study them. I give up trying to figure out what any of them are.

"Thanks. Sorry to drop by with no warning. Bobby didn't exactly know how to contact you, and with all the ghost trouble going on around here he wanted to make sure you guys were okay." Sam explains.

Maddie chuckles before removing her goggles and hood- revealing highly unusual violet eyes and orange hair cut right below her ears.

I'm wondering if she is some sort of siren or something, but I shake the thought away. 'Bobby would have done something if that were the case.'

"Aw, that's sweet of him. As you can see we're perfectly fine. But you're not just here for that are you?" Wow, this woman is good.

Wow, this woman is sharp.

"You're friends of Bobbys, correct?" She asks, suddenly looking serious. Sam and I nod in unison.

"Okay, so I suppose the two of you boys are hunters then." I know it's more of a statement than a question. Still I nod again.

"You know about hunters?" Sam questions.

"Of course. Bobby is the reason we got into ghost hunting in the first place. Though we prefer to deal solely with ghosts for a number of reasons.

"Speaking of ghosts." I cut in, remembering our primary objective. As soon as I say the word ghost I notice a weird gleam in Jack's eye.

I think I just made a huge mistake...

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"At least you made it in time so you didn't get detention." Sam comforted.

"Easy for you to say. I'm never going to get all of this work done before tomorrow! Not with all of the ghosts going crazy after I defeated Pariah Dark. I swear, every night it's someone new. Last night I got off easy with it being just Box Ghost." I sigh. Sam, Tucker, and I are walking to my house where we hope to discuss a plan to try and avoid the new ghost hunters.

From what Tucker told me this morning, they sound serious, like more serious than my mom or Valerie. I know I'll have to watch my back.

"Can you believe they showed up at school It's a good thing no ghosts showed up there today. That could've been bad." Sam states.

"Yeah, I'd like to get some info on them before fighting ghosts around em. Have you been able to figure out what their team name is yet, Tuck?"

"Nothing. I can't find a single thing on them, it's like they don't exist~ At least not as ghost hunters." He informs me, tapping away at his PDA.

I groan and as we near my house we see a strange looking car parked out front of it.

"Psst!" Tucker whispers, pulling me close to where his lips are close to my ear. "That's the car the ghost hunters were driving!"

I groan. "Of course they'd come to my house. They must have heard about the 'family business'." In retrospect, I should have known, but there's nothing I can do now.

"Do you still want us to come in with you?" Sam asks.

I nod, "Yeah, there's no way they'll figure out I'm the ghost boy they're after- odds are they don't even know what the ghost boy looks like." Just then Tucker's PDA goes off.

"Sorry guys, I gotta run home. I'mma run the license plates and see if I can't get a match." He informs us.

"No problem." I say as he runs off.

"Let's go inside, Danny." Sam says as she pushes me to the steps.

I go to open the door when all of a sudden it flies open and I'm knocked down the steps and to the ground by something- or rather someone- bigger than me.

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"Ow!" Danny cried out, rubbing his head.

"Sorry!" A unfamiliar voice calls out followed by a barely audible "It's you."

Danny looks up and sees a very tall, well built man with long, wavy hair, and brown, apologetic eyes. Behind him stood a shorter man who looked at the teen in confusion.

"It's okay," Danny insisted, reaching for the mans held out hand. "Thanks."

"I'm Sam, that's my older brother Dean." He informed, shaking the kids hand.

"I'm Danny." Danny introduced himself. "And this is my friend Sam."

"It's nice to meet you. We've got to get going. It was nice to meet you." Sam seemed like he was in a hurry to Danny.

"What did you mean by it's me?" Danny asked defensively.

Sam internally face palmed. 'How did he even catch onto that?' He wondered as he tried to think of a good cover, not knowing if he believed what he saw any more after literally running into the boy.

"Your parent's told us all about you and Jasmine during their... informational... lecture on ghosts." His face showed how uncomfortable the situation was but Danny interpreted it as he was eager to get away from his parents.

"Yeah, sorry about them. They tend to drone on when it comes to ghost talk. Let me guess they kept you here all day talking about their ghost hunting intentions?" Danny chuckled.

Sam nodded.

Dean answered. "Yeah, we've been here since this morning. We were here visiting Jack and Maddie- I mean your parents- for a friend of ours. He used to be close with them and got concerned with the ghosts here so he sent us here in his stead."

Danny nodded, but called their bluff. "You two were at our school this morning."

Sam, thinking he was spotted and they were on to them, recoiled. Dean, however, kept his cool and continued his bluff.

"Of course, well we are still ghost hunters. We wanted to check out the place with the most activity before we visited, but since we couldn't find anything we called it quits and left."

Danny, not completely buying it, nodded. "Makes sense."

"So we heard you guys were looking for the ghost boy." Sam spoke up.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, apparently he goes by the name Danny Phantom. Though it seems a little strange how close your names sound." Danny didn't miss the accusing gleam in Sam's eyes, instead of flinching or taking off like he really wanted to do, he chuckled.

"Yeah, many people thinks it's funny how we have the same first name. Dash usually points that out all the time." Danny explained, curious decided to ask. "So what are you planning on doing if you catch Phantom?"

Dean answers this time. "When we catch him," He corrected, sending shivers down Danny and Sam's spines, "Try and gank it with the usual tools. If that doesn't work we'll have to try figuring it out what it is. Most people here seems to think he's some sort of hero, but I don't think so. Whatever it is has some ulterior motive and we have ways of getting them out."

Sam couldn't see any reaction from the teens.

"Well, good luck with that. We've been trying to capture phantom since the day he showed up. Though mom's idea of figuring out what it is is dissecting it molecule by molecule." Danny shuddered.

The Winchesters said their goodbyes to the teens before driving back to their motel to get their things.

"I guess you were right, Dean. There's no way that kid could be a ghost, I ran right into him and when I shook his hand it was warm. I must have been hallucinating or something." Sam informs.

"See, told you." Dean sends an I knew it grin, "We need to capture it, gank it along with all the other 'ghosts' and get the hell out of Dodge."

Sam agrees, forgetting all about the incident at the school- but still bothered by the mystery of it all.

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I watch as Danny shudders and paces back in forth in his room. "Did you hear that?!" He near shouted.

"They didn't look like they suspected you, I think you're fine." I try to calm him down, to no avail.

"Look, it if bothers you so much, why don't you just lay low for a while? At least until they leave." I offer. He stops and shakes his head.

"You know I can't. I have to protect this town, and if Skulker, Technus or any of my other enemies show up I have to beat them. Besides those guys seem to be on the completely destroy all ghosts side of the train." I understand his point and nod.

"Don't worry. You've got me and Tucker. We'll back you up no matter what." He smiles thankfully and sits on the bed next to me."

Danny's mom calls up the stairs, "Danny! Jazz! We've got company staying over, come down and say hi."

Danny's face pales drastically at the comment. I can tell from the look in his eyes he has a couple of guesses who the guests are.

"I think I'm gonna throw up." He says, rushing out the door and to the bathroom. I rush downstairs.

Jazz, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, and the ghost hunters are all waiting.

"Sam?" His mom says. "Where's Danny?"

I say the first thing that comes to mind. "He's sick and in the bathroom. Lunch isn't agreeing with him."

Mrs. Fenton gasps, " My poor baby! Thanks you so much for watching out for him. You can go home now, we've got things handled over here. Tell your parents I say hi!"

I nod and make my way to the front door. I hate leaving Danny like this but I have a feeling he's going to need his space. I send a glare over to the new hunters and make my exit.

-Line-Break-

I just finish losing my lunch and a knock comes from the door. "Danny?" My mom calls.

"I'm fine mom, just a little sick." I tell her. "Lunch, you know? I'll be right down."

I'm relieved to know that mom and dad had invited them to stay over during their visit- and not because they are suspicious of me... Though I'm still cautious.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, though I tried to stay as far away from the brothers as I could without setting off any alarms. The two men seems okay to me, when they weren't talking about different ways to permanently put an end to me.

Sam and Jasmine seemed to get along well, though for some reason I could tell she seemed a bit uncomfortable. She had kept sending me worried glances every now and then when she thought I wasn't looking. As it turned out Sam had went to college to become a lawyer but dropped out to help Dean hunt ghosts.

I spent most of the evening talking to Dean (ironically the brother who has more of an interest in my demise). I learned he started hunting ghosts when he was very young. He also liked cars and metal type music.

Sam and I now sat in my room. He had offered to help me finish my 'extra' homework if I, in turn, show him how to work some of the Fenton equipment- seeing as dad mostly just showed them off.

I knew it was a bad idea when he offered, but I really needed to get it all finished tonight or I'd be stuck in a month of detention. And while I could easily come and go as I please, if I were to get caught not in the room I would be in a world of trouble.

So as we sit by my desk, I pray that none of my many enemies decided to show up.

I groan, my "ghost breath" deciding to set off- 'Speak of the devil.'

'Why can't I ever catch a break?'

I jump out of my seat and cry out, "Oh shoot!"

Sam, clearly startled by my outburst turns to me.

"I totally forgot! I was supposed to go to Tucker's house to...um... Pick up... My- thing!" Well, that's the lamest excuse ever.

Instead of waiting for Sam to catch on to my blatant lie I rush to my door. "Sorry, I really gotta go get it before it gets too late. Thanks for the help. Bye!"

I slam my door racing down the stairs to the door. I barely acknowledge everyone in the living room obviously I just walked in on a discussion. "I gotta run to Tucker's! Be back soon!" I run out the door before they can react.

I race to the nearest alley out of sight. I can hear my house door being opened and shut. I quickly change into ghost form and go invisible as I fly off.

-Line-Break-

"The ghost can't be too far away." I say out loud before feeling a pain in my back, sending me crashing on top of whatever building I happened to be flying over.

"Ugh," I groan, rubbing my head from where it connected with the ground. "Found em."

My mind is coming into focus and the first thing I see is Skulker pointing one of his many weapons at me.

"Why couldn't you be the Box Ghost? And you couldn't pick any other night?" I spit, more than mildly annoyed.

"Poor ghost boy. Did I interrupt your date with your little goth girlfriend?" He teased.

"She is not my girlfriend!" I fume, shooting two ghost rays at the hunter. He dodges the first one easily but the second collides straight into his chest, sending him on his back.

I take this time to get to my feet and send energy to my hands and fly over to Skulker, who is now sitting up rubbing his head.

I pull my fist back and send it crashing into his metal face, sending him flying off the building. I follow closely behind, trying not to give him enough reaction time.

Fail.

His rocket packs eject and steadies his fall. I fall back, preparing myself for another attack.

"Let's see how you like this!" He taunts, rocket launchers popping out of the back of his suit.

One by one the rockets race towards me and not wanting them to hit any buildings behind me I use my ghost shield. Most of the rockets explode on contact but one misses and is heading straight for a house.

"Oh no you don't!" I yell out, rushing over to beat the rocket to its target. Luckily, I get there in time for it to make contact with me instead of the building.

"AHHH!" I scream out, shooting down into the streets. As I crash I feel a sharp pain in my side. I find it harder to get up this time and I lay. My head is ringing and moving is anything but painless, but I still try to get up- each attempt failing.

"Hahaha!" I hear Skulker laughing before I feel a large hand grab onto my collar and yanking me up.

I try to summon energy to my hands but I'm unsuccessful since still haven't recovered from the hit. And now I can feel a wet spot soaking my suit in the same place I felt the pain, but I don't bother to look.

"Not such a big shot now are, you?" He sneers, placing pulling out his power cancelling cuffs to put on me.

I send him a glare, I know I have to get out of this mess sooner rather than later. I don't need Sam and Dean getting suspicious. I focus all of my energy into moving and I'm able to pull my legs back.

I send them crashing into his chest, which hurt like hell- but hey, at least he drops me. I jump back a few feet and stay on guard.

He growls, shooting at me with more lasers. I dodge some and phase through others as I make my way towards him. He must realize long range weapons aren't going to work because he powers the weapons down and starts throwing punches.

Punches and kicks are being thrown back and forth, both of us getting the occasional 'lucky' hit. His fist collides with my chest, knocking the breath out of me momentarily. I preform a spinning kick and it makes contact with his head, however, he uses the opportunity to grab my leg and swing me around.

"Ahhh!" I scream out in shock. He lets go of my leg, sending me flying into the concrete."

I ignore the pain and I pull myself to my feet once more. "Crap! Tucker has my thermos!"

"Hahahaha!" Skulker laughs, standing back up, this time with a hunting knife. I look down to my side, the wound is already closing up and the pain lessens.

"Will you just give it a rest already!" I roar, blasting more energy beams at him. This time he dodges all of them. I zoom towards him, sending fist after fist while dodging the swings of his knife.

I figure since I have fast healing I should put all of my energy and strength into my next attack without dodging.

The weapon slashes across my chest, sending waves of heat and pain flurrying through me, while my fist once again connects with Skulker's face. I hear a crack before the helmet shatters, revealing the tiny ghost I knew was inside.

The tiny Skulker cowers and races away and his suit dissipates into thin air. I stand in the middle of the street, waiting to catch my breath and for my wound to heal.

I wait through a minute of rather painful healing. I look down and notice there's something off about my wound, it isn't healing completely. "Crap." I state, now knowing I may have just made a mistake.

"Knowing Skulker I probably laced it with poison or something." I inwardly curse myself for such an obvious trap but decide I have more serious problems at the moment...

Like the voices I hear calling out to me down the street and they only come closer.

"Oh great." I mumble angrily, knowing exactly who the voice belongs to.

I gather just barely enough energy to take off in the air I hear a gun-shot followed by something shooting through my back- I know it was a gun but I'm desperate to not get caught so I fight to stay in the air, flying the opposite way from my house only going invisible and turning around until I am sure Sam and Dean no longer know where I'm at.

I hurry and land in the same alley I transformed in earlier. I de-transform and fall against the wall, seriously drained for such a short battle. "They seriously shot at me!" I exclaim to myself between pain-filled breaths. I lift up my shirt and check out my wounds. As soon as I lift it up, I feel my stomach churn in horror.

I find neither wound healing, red blood mixed with green ectoplasm oozing from each wound. I squeeze my eyes shut, I've never had this happen before, and I'm finding myself becoming more terrified than when ever. The pain now returns since I no longer are distracted by getting to safety.

"I can't believe I let them get the drop on me! This can't be happening!" I cry out weakly as I curl up on the ground. Time passes and I still don't hear Sam and Dean returning.

"Must still be going the way I went." That's the only thing I can come up with at the moment.

I finally decide to peek out of the alley, checking for signs of Sam or Dean coming back.

I see the road clear so I make haste to the door and yank it open to come face to... chest... with Sam and Dean! Both brothers stared questioningly at me.

I stand there in shock, 'But they were like five streets down just a minute ago! How are they here?'

"You okay there, Danny?" Sam asks me, concern is obvious in his eyes but I ignore the look, they must see the blood- the bullet wound. They'll know I'm Danny Phantom. 'Oh, God, they're gonna kill me.' I begin to panic but I realize my clothes aren't wet anymore. I look down and there's no blood. Nothing.

"I'm fine." I answer simply, pushing past the two ghost hunters.

"Danny." Jazz calls me as I take the first step, I'm getting really annoyed now. All I want to do is go to my room in peace and lay down.

"WHAT!?" I yell without meaning to. In shock from my own outburst, I look around to see everyone looking at me strangely. I can't stand those looks, they're all looking at me disgustedly- like I'm some sort of...

"Monster." I say under my breath at the realization. I turn my head and full on sprint to my room, throwing the lock up. I'm still leaning back on the door when I feel a rather soft knock.

"Danny?" I hear Sam say. "Please, let me in. What's wrong?"

I fall to my knees, exhausted from all the energy Ive used up until now.

"Go away." I snap weakly, too tired to raise my voice right now. I remember the wounds and lack of blood.I run to my mirror and throw off my shirt revealing a torso full of old scars and new bruises. I'm shocked to find no fresh cuts or even a hint of a bullet wound.

"What the heck?" I gasp, swallowing back the tears I desperately would like to shed. I'm still staring at my repulsive reflection and I hear a click. I jump, fear and panic shooting throughout my body. I do the only thing I can think of.

Fly away- Fast!

-Line-Break-

It's been over an hour and a half since Danny left to go to his friend's house. I asked Maddie how far away it was and was shocked it was not even a fifteen minute walk.

Dean and I were just about to go out and search for Danny, despite Maddie and Jack's insistence that this is normal routine, when the door opened to reveal Danny himself.

"You okay there, Danny?" I ask seeing a more than a few bruises on his cheek and arms. He looks at me questioningly for a minute- He seems on the brink of having a panic attack but something seems to click and he looks down.

"I'm fine." He finally answers. His voice is raspy, like he's been crying.

I notice he seems shaken up and he looks like he's itching to get passed us so I step aside and he pushes in between me and Dean.

He's reaches the stairs and Jasmine calls out to him.

"WHAT!?" He screams angrily, making even me flinch. He turns to face his sister and in that split second I see it- his eyes are no longer a crystal blue but almost a glowing green. But as soon as it appeared it disappeared- his anger turning into guilt.

If I weren't in my line of work I probably would have shrugged it of as my imagination. But I am in my line of work and if it's taught me anything is my gut feeling is usually right... And right now it was screaming something is up.

I glance over to Dean who seems to share my opinion with a nod.

Danny's eyes zip through everyone in the room and with every face he becomes more and more distraught and scared looking. He whispers something before bolting up the stairs and into his room. I don't waste any time following.

I'm at his door and I don't want to startle him any more than he is so I softly knock on the door.

"Danny?" I say as softly as I can. "Please, let me in. What's wrong?"

I hear sliding noises and I'm answered by a muffled, "Go away."

I sigh, I hate having to do this but I reach into my pockets and pull out my lock pick. I fumble around with the lock for a good minute before I hear a click.

"Danny, I'm coming in- don't be scared, I just want to talk, Okay?" I announce and I fully open the door to find... no one.

I look around and the only 'out-of-place' thing I can see is one of Danny' shirts, thrown messily onto the floor. The window is closed and locked and he is nowhere to be found.

Dean enters the room, a box of purified salt in one hand and holy water in the other.

"Where's the kid?" He asks, looking around the mostly empty room.

"I don't know Dean. He was in here right before I opened the door. It took a minute at most for me to get the door opened. I checked everywhere, but he's not here." I explain as I sit on Danny's bed, rubbing my hands through my hair in frustration.

"Let's go." Dean stated. "He's gotta be somewhere nearby." I can tell he wants to add more but he keeps quiet. I let it slide and nod in agreement and push myself Off the bed.

"Man, not even one night before the excitement begins." Dean mumbles as we walk down the stairs.

"Is Danny okay?" Jasmine asks, worry evident in her features. She's the only one in the room now as far as I can tell.

"We don't know." I answer, sitting on the couch and pull on my shoes. "He wasn't in his room. We're going out to look for him." There's something... knowing... in her eyes.

There's something... knowing... in her eyes.

"Wait just a minute." She says, rushing into the kitchen. I hear a phone dialing and then Jasmine starts talking.

"Hey, Mrs. Foley? Yes, I know it's late. I was wondering is Danny over there?" There's a long pause and I hear a sigh. "Okay, thanks. Can you please let him know I forgive him? Thanks." She re-enters the living room with a relieved expression.

"He went over to his friend, Tucker's, house. He said he was going to stay the night and not to worry. He just has a lot on his mind with testing coming and... Other things." She informs us, and even though she tried she couldn't hide the uncomfortable pause when she said other things.

'Things are becoming more and more strange by the minute.'

"If it takes fifteen minutes to walk there then it should take about ten if he were running- but not even five minutes have gone by since I heard him in his room." Dean announces, obviously trying to get more information.

Jasmine cuts in with a nervous sounding laugh. "Oh, Danny can run really really fast- especially when he's upset." She stretches the second really a little more than necessary.

"Do you think we can have this Tucker's address? So we can go check up on Danny and make sure he's alright?" I as as politely as possible.

"No!" She shouts. "I mean... When Danny's like this he just needs his space."

'She knows what's going on. But how do we get her to tell us?'

I was going to wait to post the full story in this one chapter but I'm a bit blocked right now. I went above and beyond my original plot idea and I think now is as good as any to post. Don't worry- at least those of you who happen to like this story- I am working on the next chapter right away. Fair warning, I've spent three full days writing this (well, on and off- more on than off though) so the next should take about the same if I keep up with this schedule.

As usual, please leave thoughts, tips, ideas in the review. Til next time!