Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom it is legally Butch Hartman's and Nickelodeon. I do not own SuperNatural is legally Eric Kripke. And I would also like to note that I own none of the music that is, or will be added.

Summary: When the Fentons leave their hometown. Going out to exterminate the evils of the world. They team up with the Winchesters. Now the Fenton twins have to learn how to deal with their secret being known by the Winchesters and living a normal life.

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(Denny's POV)

I glanced out the window as the sleek 1964 Ford Galaxie drove down the country road. The paint job, which was new, was black, silver, and radioactive green. I glanced away from the window, to look fully at my twin brother, Danny. He seemed very aware and alert, since as of a week ago we hadn't had the need for sleep. Danny and I would lie down from time to time to pretend we were asleep, but it was rare that the need to pretend ever came up. I reached to the radio, flicking off the drawl of the country station, before flipping over to CD player. I slipped in a disc, before pressing play on a portable device I had made. The speakers began playing Turn the page, by Bob Seger. Danny shot me an amused, though nearly invisible smirk, and a side glance, before returning his attention to the road. I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly through my nose. The song filled the car, almost feeling like a security blanket.

"On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha.

You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's one note song.

You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before.

"But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.

When you're riding sixteen hours, and there's nothing much to do.

And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through.

"Say here I am, on the road again.

There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing star again.

There I go, turn the page.

"Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road.

And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold.

You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.

"Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can.

All the same old clichés, is that a woman, or a man?

And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand.

"Here I am, on the road again.

There I am, up on stage.

Here I go, playing star again.

There I go, turn the page.

"Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away.

Every ounce of energy, you try to give away.

As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed, with the echos from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said.

"Ah, here I am, on the road again.

There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing star again.

There I go, turn the page.

"Ah, here I am, on the road again.

There I am, up on the stage.

Here I go, playing star again.

There I go, there I go."

I flipped the radio to a classical station, after putting the disc away, listening to the Orchestra music pouring pleasantly from the speakers. Listening closely, I think it was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I watched the scenery go by, the tune being quite nice on my ears as I closed my eyes, letting them rest.

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I opened my eyes, shifting in my seat slightly, before I stretched. Danny glanced at me, before pulling into a gas station. He slid out of the car, closing the door with a gentle click, before he filled the car up, went inside to pay for the gas and get some sodas and snacks. I glanced over, watching a 1967 Chevy Impala slide up to the pump to our right, before two dark haired guys slid out of the car. I watched them closely, before Danny came back, dumping about a week's worth of junk food into my lap. He passed me a cup of diet soda, before he slid into the driver seat. The men paid for their gas, climbed back into their car. Danny had stuffed a Twizzler in his mouth, before turning the car on and driving out onto the interstate again. I glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing the black Impala following us.

Danny and I knew how much nutrition could be gained from constant snack foods. So the first diner Danny spotted, he turned, driving into the parking lot. I grabbed my bag, having put most of the snack foods in the back seat, before I slid out, my sneakers touching the asphalt. Danny slid out, locked the doors, and we walked in. The men following a discrete distance behind us. I walked up to the counter, where they'd usually have someone, who'd lead us to a table. A moment later a slender girl about the same age as Danny and I smiled at us. "Table for two?" she asked. I shook my head, shifting slightly as the men walked in. "A table for four please," I said just loud enough for the men to hear. I smirked at them, while they eyed me. The girl nodded, leading us to our table. Danny thwacked me with the menu, before burying his face in it as the men joined us.

I pulled out my wallet, before studying the men quietly. They returned the look, before Danny shot me a warning glare from behind his menu. I opened the wallet, sliding out a pair of ID cards, before silently passing them over to the men, who picked them up and studied them. The cards were returned, I put them away right as the waitress returned for our orders. Danny and I ordered a large stack of pancakes, a ton of bacon. Danny ordered a diet coke, while I asked for a coffee. The waitress also took the men's orders, before walking off. The men turned to look at us, and since Danny had handed over his menu, had nothing to hide behind.

"So, we were sent to find you?" asked the man with an incredulous look on his face, he was sitting across from Danny. Danny studied them, before his lips twitched.

"Who were you expecting? A pair of broken backed old men?" asked Danny, a slight deadpan expression on his face, though a phantom smirk was on his face, one that only someone who really knew Danny would catch. I blew a strand of hair out of my face, before I held up a finger slightly.

"Look, We know if someone is lying. So if you bring out those fake IDs, Danny saw in your wallets. I'm gonna have to paddle you." This got them to sputter indigently. I smirked, leaning on the table. The man sitting in front of my leaned forward.

"Our source says you're the legends for supernatural things around this area," said the man in front of me. I pulled a piece of paper from my wallet, before I held it up. It was a photograph of a spirit of a woman and a demonic entity.

"Let's just say, though young we may seem, we know our stuff," I said, slipping the photo back into my wallet. Danny flipped open his wallet, before he held up a card, which had in a radioactive green, black, and silver writing in OCR A Extended and Italics font. FentonWorks II. Paranormal Agency for things that go bump in the night. Free, or very low service prices. Danny put the card back in his wallet, which he stuffed back into his pocket, before the waitress returned with our food. All conversation ceased, while everyone was concentrated on their food. I finished first, setting my plate aside, before I smirked. The man in front of me finished a few minutes later, before he dug in his wallet, pulling out a driver's license and handed it to me. I studied it, before smiling as I handed the card to Danny, who nearly choked on his food. I handed the card back.

"I knew you look familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it. You guys came to Amity Park to find out more on the phantoms. Sadly our parents were too obsessed with catching and the need to "tear them apart molecule by molecule". Too bad Amity Park was destroyed a couple of years ago," I said with a sigh. I looked at Samuel Winchester, having read several newspaper clipping of the guys. "Ah well, Danny and I kind of knew the town was doomed," I said with a shrug.

"But were the phantoms good?" Sam's eyes had narrowed at us. I smirked, pulling something out of my wallet. Danny's eyes widened only a fraction, before he glared at me. I returned the glare, before I pushed the wrapped object, small as it was, towards Sam.

"Before touching that, I must request that what you see will never be repeated with anyone." Sam stared at the object, then back at me, before he held his hand out. I gripped it in a tight grip, before nodding. "Good. Now, one more thing. Every evil rumor of the Phantoms was because they were for the most part being held against their will." I glanced back up, from cleaning a small patch of syrup off my pant leg, watching as Sam and the man next to him, I didn't remember his name, but I was more than positive he was Sam's brother, were transfixed on the small mirror like object. A small window to the past that Clockwork gave us. We'd told him we'd never look into it ourselves, but if the time arose that I in particular felt like the truth needed to be said, I'd hand the object over, before resealing it in the special pouch.

The small disk landed on the table, before I wrapped it up, using it's own pouch to pick it up, before I returned it to my wallet. Both men seemed dazed, before a silver pistol was pressed against Danny's forehead. Danny huffed, picking up his fork and batting the gun away, while adding a small bit of syrup to the barrel. He returned to his pancakes, before tossing the container of pepper at me. I caught it, keeping from inhaling the powder as some fell out. I set it back down, dusted myself off, before I sneezed hard. I glared at Danny, holding a napkin to my nose as it began to bleed. "Dammit Danny! You know how sensitive my nose is to that stuff!" Danny snickered, before I grabbed the pepper, put some in my hand and smirked as horror washed over Danny's face. I watched the almost invisible shield pop up, Danny's plate jerking forward a bit, before I stood, stepped outside and threw the pepper into the air, only for it to make me sneeze even harder. "God dammit."

I walked back in, rubbing the napkin over my nose, before I sat back down, glaring at Danny with my nearly glowing blue eyes. Danny returned the glare, his blue eyes showing mirth. I stuffed a large wad of napkins in my pocket, before I looked at Sam, who had his laptop open. I felt the barrel of the gun to my head, I sighed, glaring at Sam's brother, my eyes flashing for only a second from blue to bright glowing radioactive green. Sam's brother dropped the gun, staring at me for a moment. I pulled out my wallet, tossing a generous tip on the table as Danny finished his bacon, before I went to pay for the meal, only for Sam's brother to shove me aside, as he paid for the meal. I huffed, before trying to bite his hand as he ruffled my hair. Between him and Danny, my life was going to be hell.

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I groaned, my sinuses were killing me. But I wouldn't kill Danny, just wound him. I was right of course. Dean Winchester and Danny Fenton were going to make my life a living hell. Seemed they were both the shoot first and ask questions later type. I tried to ignore my sinuses, glancing to the passenger seat, where I'd exchanged passengers for the moment. Sam seemed to be more of the talk first, shoot if needed type, like me. I kept an eye on my speed, before glancing in the rear-view mirror. I glanced slightly at the radio, before the dial spun casually on it's own. A very nice, classical station came on, instrumental music pouring pleasantly through the speakers, the volume at a soothing tone. Sam shot me a slight appreciative look. "I assume you're brother likes loud noise?" Sam nodded. I shrugged. "Maybe we should switch brothers?" I was only half joking. But Sam smiled all the same.

"You guys got any jobs?" Sam asked. I tilted my head, looking at Sam, whose eyes were, for the moment, glued to his laptop's screen. I smirked, shifting slightly in my seat.

"Yeah, just a haunted Asylum, really." Sam stared at me, eyes intrigued. I shrugged a bit, finding nothing weird with what we did. I mean most of our younger teen years was me and Danny battling ghosts, though as of recently, the ghosts we mainly encountered, other than Boxy, or Skulker from time to time, were unaffected by Danny and my Ectoblasts. Though our Ghostly wails worked, it made the building worse for wears. I kind of found Asylums almost comforting. Who knows, maybe I was crazy. The car jerked, before a blue cloud of breath spilled from my lips. I grabbed my phone, flipped it open and hit answer as it started ringing. "I already know who it is, Danny." I hung up the phone, stuck it back in my pocket, before I tossed a small cube to Sam. "When I pull over, make sure both the Galaxie and Impala are close enough, that shield only works to protect people who can't fight this kind of ghost. Plus I think you're brother would butcher me if his car got busted." I pulled the car over, stepped out, and ran to the thick cover of the forest foliage. Danny on my heels. We threw our arms over our heads, our footing firm, yet flexible. "Going Ghost!" The familiar, cold rings washed over us, since it was day the flash which usually occurred with the rings, couldn't be seen, before we flew into the sky. I gripped Danny's arm, before I watched Skulker slowly return to the visible spectrum. "What do you want, Skulker?" The ghost glared, but seeing as Danny was currently being tamed. He returned his attention to me.

"Plasmius is hunting you down. I am the only one allowed to hunt you whelps down. If you see him, tell him Skulker sends his regards and demands he get off a hunter's turf." With that, Skulker flickered out of the visible spectrum, shot intangibly through the shield, into the trunk, and back into the ghost zone. I landed on my feet, before a blast of bright green scorched the ground. I looked at Danny, his eyes glowing so intensely that I shifted warily on my feet.

"That God damn Frootloop!" I slowly walked over to Danny, grabbing his arms and pulling him to my chest. I didn't quite care who was the eldest between us. Probably neither of us, from the flashes of the memories of our birth, that I could remember. I was protective, but so was he. We protected each other and those who hated us for years. Danny's shaking calmed down, before he looked at me. I smiled, stepping back and nodding. We had been linked from birth, both psychologically and physically. Hell we were even linked in Ghost standards with us having been in physical contact and psychological thought. Danny and I flew back into the trees, returned to human form and came out. I grabbed Danny's arm, stopping him for a moment.

"Remember, think logically. You never shoot first when it's a ghost that is unaffected by our powers." Danny nodded, pulling his arm away, before he phased back into the Impala. I shook my head, climbing back into the Galaxie, catching the small cube and replacing it into the dashboard, like it didn't exist. I then started the car, driving back onto the interstate and off to the Asylum.