Author's Note: Da da! I'm back with another Fan Fic! For future reference, I have decided else wise on the sequel for The Next One, but I have started this lovely Supernatural/Danny Phantom Crossover Fic, as well as another Danny Phantom one which I am still working on.

Sorry if I disappoint anybody who wanted the sequel, but I didn't have the same enthusiasm I had before. Anyways, if you have never watch Supernatural but have seen Danny Phantom and vice versa, I will try to do my best to portray each character correctly. And just so everybody is clear, yes I have yet again created an OC for my Fic. She is kinda a recreated version of Natasha from Two Surprises and a Third, except her name is Katrina Summers and has no family relation to the Winchesters. But the main point of her still stands. Pfft I'm not giving away the lovely surprise of her if you haven't already read my shit of a Fan Fic (My first ever Fan Fic was Two Surprises and a Third). Also, I'm probably going to delete it off because I absolutely hate it.

Furthermore, all that will be on this account is The Next One, my one shot Queen Carolina Why Did You Take Everything from Me, A Froot-Loop's Supernatural Plan, and in the future, drum roll please, Ari Phantom! XD huge spoiler there.

*Don't expect the Danny Phantom bits to appear until like the third or forth chapter or so since the main story is Supernatural. But there will be Danny Phantom in it :3

Now, ONWARDS WITH MY ATTEMPT AT A SUPERNATURAL SLASH DANNY PHANTOM CROSSOVER FANFICTION!

*~I do not own Supernatural or Danny Phantom. I only own my OC, and any other OC that may appear. I make no money from this nor will I ever this is just for my mere fun and entertainment. And if I did make money from this I would own the damn shows as you can see I don't ya ya ya, ONWARDS!~*

A Froot-Loop's Supernatural Plan

By BattyEmma65 (I really wish I could change that to MarianasPhantom….)

Prologue

I walked down the street with my hair whipping across my face, my construction like boots clunking against the dull pavement. I constantly needed to wipe the hair from my tired blue eyes, alongside rubbing my slowly sleeping eyelids.

My feet boomed against the stone steps of my house. One - two - three, I fished out my keys, rummaging through my bag. Out of the back of my red jeans I knocked my silver dagger out. It fell swiftly down the steps.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath.

Just as I was picking up the blade to return it to its rightful place, my mother opened the front door, her smile soft and reflecting gently with the small glint from the front porch light.

"Kat," She started. "You gotta be more careful about you know what and-"

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry." I said pulling the light wavy brown hair from my face. "I'm kinda just... You know tired."

She laughed. "Alright, just be careful."

"Yes ma'am. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to shower." My smile broadens.

"Whatever you little nut."

My mom walked away to do whatever she does, and I went to prep myself for my wonderful shower. I crept up the stairs quietly, something I kind of just developed, being the spawn of a hunter and all. I stepped into my bedroom and chucked my bag onto my bed, along with grabbing a tee-shirt and shorts.

I had a little hop to my step as I walked to the bathroom. I quickly stripped myself down to the skin and roared the water on. Soon enough the steam was strolling out and I stepped in.

The water pounded against my back, releasing any stress I had. I smiled. Rolling my head back I let the water pour onto my face. I was enjoying my few minutes replenishing myself.

*~Line Break~*

I curled up in my quilt, lying snuggly in my bed. I glanced around my room. My eyes fell upon the box under my desk. That box had many things. Things from rock salt to holy water to just a simply shot gun loaded of course. Being a hunter did have its props.

I pulled out my silver dagger. I brushed the blade along my finger, gentle enough not to penetrate my skin. I was marvelling its slight glint in the light. Or was I just marvelling its beauty, beats me.

I was about to place it under my pillow for safety when I heard a loud clunk downstairs. I was instantly on red alert. I gripped the blade strongly in my hand, and I slowly climbed out of my bed.

A silently walked across the floor and lead myself down the stairs. I was careful not to make a single noise; I even slowed my breath down. With my knife in hand I hit the bottom of the stairs.

My mother would have called to me by now if nothing was wrong and her not saying a word scared me. I took a couple steps forward; I was now at the corner where the kitchen was on the other side.

I took a deep breath a turned the corner. My breathing became even slower. My eyes were tearing. My mind was flashing, images racing across my vision. Everything around me seemed to have slowed, like time paused just at the exact moment I saw my mother lying on the kitchen floor motionless.

I could hear my blade's piercing noise as it clanged to the floor. I could hear every deathly pound to the ground when I took a step, running towards my mother's body. Tears were already streaming down my face, towards the floor.

I practically jumped to the ground beside my mom's corpse. I grabbed her shoulders trying to shake her awake, despite how much I knew it was not going to work. There wasn't a single scratch on her body, except for the wound just above her left breast.

"No... No... No." I blinked multiple times trying to erase this image from my head. No such luck. I hoped this was a dream, again no luck.

The streamers of tears flowing down my face fell to my mother's dead body. I glared at the blood draining out of her body. I forced myself to leave my mother's now decaying corpse to head to the phone.

I was about to dial 9-1-1 when I realized that I couldn't do that. I looked at my mom's body, and hesitantly agreed to not call the police or anything.

I pounded in the number I wished to call. The phone rang briefly.

Ring

Ring

Ring

I heard the phone connect.

"Hi." I said distressed.

"Who is this?" The older, masculine voice replied.

"I'm sorry for calling late, but I need your help Bobby."