Inspired Chapter 1, a Danny Phantom + Supernatural Crossover fanfic

Hey, hey, hey! First, I'd like to put out there that this IS in fact a mish-mash of yet MORE Supernatural and Danny Phantom crossovers. (You say WHAT?!) yes, okay, these two shows together have inspired me. sapphireswimming (yes, no caps) has also inspired me with her glorious The Cave of Carbannog SuperPhantom ideas. I'll run that by you again, just for insurance:

sapphireswimming, The Cave of Carbannog, Chapters 7 and 8.

Okay, I'm done, don't worry. Just, you know, a little credit for the person, story, and chapters above for ze wonderful ideas. The following is idea A on chapter two, for any of you guys who want to check it out. I'll be having a party. with these ideas.

I ALSO DON'T OWN ANY OF THE RECOGNIZABLE FOLLOWING IDEAS, PERSONS, PLACES, THINGS, OR ANY OTHER VARIATION OF A NOUN YOU CAN COME UP WITH. SOME THINGS I DO NOT OWN ARE INCLUDED IN THE FOLLOWING LIST, BUT THE THINGS I DON'T OWN ARE NOT LIMITED TO THIS LIST. DANNY PHANTOM, SUPERNATURAL, AMITY PARK, NASTY BURGER, ANY CHARACTER, THE IDEA OF FUDGE, A BLACK 1967 CHEVY IMPALA ( :(:(:( ).

WARNING: Tucker is OOC.

Okay, ENJOY the story then.

Danny found that non-horror movies were a lot more entertaining when watched upside down, especially when he was allowed to use his powers to get in such a position. Mom and Dad were away on a one-week ghost-hunting convention to which Jazz had somehow convinced them they they could handle themselves for a week, especially since they didn't have to get to school that week, and that it would teach Danny responsibility and show that they could handle themselves in the outside world and all that nonsense. Danny swore she had some sort of magic persuasive power, but he didn't really care too much at the moment.

"You're floating in the way!" Sam protested, and Danny shifted his weight so he floated out of her line of view, so she could see the TV again. Sam and Tucker were laying upside down on the couch, the middle cousin left incase Danny wanted to stop floating aimlessly and anchor himself. So far he hadn't wanted to.

"Remind me what you three are doing again?" Jazz wondered, raising an eyebrow at the three upside-down teens who simultaneously reached down (or up) for the popcorn and shoved it in their mouths.

"There's a challenge going around school, exclusively for Sophomores," Danny began. "You have to watch the entire movie Sunrise Angel without barfing, running away, ever once pausing for a break from the movie, and having the sound turned up loud enough so you hear it the entire time."

"And you have to video tape yourself doing it," Sam added. "So they know its authentic."

"Uhh…" Jazz trailing off, looking at her brothers glowing form. "And they're not going to think its a bit suspicious that you guys watched it with Danny Phantom?"

"The challenge ended a dozen or so days ago," the only girl other than Jazz informed the red head. "Nobody could do it. We wanted to see if the movie was really that bad."

"And is it?" Jazz wondered, but her mind was on another question.

"Oh yeah," Tucker confirmed. "It's pure garbage. Zombie Teacher III was better than this, and the effects were horrible in that."

"So why are you watching it upside down?" Jazz finally popped the question that had been nagging since she saw the three teens in the living room.

"It's better this way," her brother replied.

"Yep," Sam confirmed. Tucker made a noise of agreement as well. "Their eyebrows do really funny and expressive things, and watching it upside down really exaggerates that to the point of hilarity, and even though the script is horrible and the blocking is crap, everything if freaking hilarious when you're watching it upside down."

"I see," Jazz said, grabbing an apple from the kitchen and taking bite. "Mind if I join you?"

"Really?" Tucker wondered, turning his head towards Jazz. "You don't seem like you'd be in the mood for this kind of thing."

"I'm not going to be watching it upside down," Jazz explained. "You guys look low on popcorn. Do you want me to make some more?"

"Yes please!" all three teenagers chimed in unison.

"That'd make you an awesome older sister, Jazz," Danny added.

"I always like to be awesome," Jazz replied, and went over to the cabinet, grabbing a bag of microwavable popcorn and tearing the plastic wrap off. She popped it in the microwave and pressed the popcorn button, tossing the plastic in the "Fenton Waste Disposal", which was really just a hole in the wall which led to a dumpster out back which Danny and Jazz used to get rid of toxic food and demon wieners.

The popcorn began popping, audible "pop" sounds permeating the kitchen. "You are awesome," Danny said from his vantage point floating upside down above the floor. "Let's see if I can get the bowl to you."

"I thought you weren't supposed to look away," Jazz pointed out, tone curious.

"I'm not looking away," Danny replied, and Jazz felt a gasp pass her lips as the now empty popcorn bowl trembled without anybody touching it, and then wrenched itself into the air and off the floor, nearly hitting the ceiling before it abruptly stopped. Without it in constant motion, and getting over her initial shock, Jazz could see the bowl glowing very lightly as it slowly wavered its way back down and shakily towards her.

"Telekinesis?" she wondered, plucking the bowl out of the air just as it was about to spill un-popped popcorn kernels all over the floor. The bowl quit glowing.

"You bet!" Danny chimed happily. "Which is why its very important I don't get angry this week, because objects could start flying. I think its a good thing Mom and Dad are gone and its spring break. Perfect circumstances."

"What good timing for your power to come in," Jazz observed casually.

"It's time I got a lucky break for once," Danny defended. The microwave went off, saving them from further argument.

"Dude, you never get a lucky break," Tucker laughed, and Danny floated backwards just to shoot him a sideways glare while still keeping his eyes on the movie.

"Hey Tuck?" Danny whispered conspiratorially.

"Yeah?" his best friend wondered naively. Jazz saw Sam roll her eyes and smile.

"STOP JINXING IT!" Danny screamed in Tucker's ear, so loud and "surprising" that Tucker yelped and fell off the couch, landing on his head. Danny and Sam chuckled loudly, while Jazz hid a giggle behind her hand.

Jazz brought the once again full popcorn bowl over to the center of teenagers, setting where it had been before and climbing onto the middle spot of the couch, tucking her feet up criss-cross style so they didn't get in the bowl. She reached a hand down and grabbed a handful of the movie treat, picking each piece form the hand one by one and popping them in her mouth.

"Oh, Eric!" The blonde girl put her hand to her heart and swooned dramatically.

"Oh, Jessica!" the dark haired boy on the screen exclaimed, running a coarse hand through the blonde's hair.

"Eric, I can't bear for us to be apart again!" The blonde girl cooed, but this time Sam's voice joined hers, but in a purposely high-pitched tone which was obviously meant for mocking.

"I know," Both Danny and Tucker's voices joined Eric's as he spoke on screen. "Every moment I'm not with you, my heart aches. But rest assured, Jessica, I will always be with you. You're my beautiful," Sam's voice joined the two boys. "Sunset Angel!" they all cried out together, then burst out laughing.

"Woah!" Jazz noted. "Have you guys seen that part before?"

"Yes!" all three exclaimed together.

"This is our first time through," Sam explained to Jazz. "But this exact scene has literally played, like, five times between the different characters. It was like, Cindy and Mark, and then Isabella and Jacob-"

"Jason," Tucker interrupted.

"Whatever!" Sam said, rolling her eyes. "You get the point. I don't even know how Tucker remembered that."

"I have a very avid memory!" Tucker defended.

"I don't think avid is the word you were looking for there," Danny informed him.

"Shut up, Danny. Nobody likes you," Tucker said, through it was a mostly joking way.

"OH!" Danny exclaimed, pretending to be offended, though he was aware that Tucker was joking. "I see how it is!" The doorbell rang. "If that's how it's going to be, you are hereby banned from watching Sunset Angel until you answer the door."

"Good riddance to this monstrosity that calls itself a movie," Tucker muttered, flipping over and getting up, shuffling over to the door. Danny flipped right side up and transformed, floating down softly to land on the ground just as Tucker opened the door.

"Hello, we're Special Agents Louis and O'Connell. We're h-" The man was cut off abruptly by Tucker slamming the door in his face and turning round, pressing his back to the door with an expression of horror plastered on his face.

"How did they find me?" Tucker hissed, sounding utterly paranoid and crazy.

"Have you done smoothing illegal?" Sam and Danny wondered in unison, giving Tucker a cautious look. "Those guys were FBI," Danny continued. "Why'd you slam the door in their faces?"

"They weren't FBI!" Tucker hissed, a vicious look coming over his face. Danny visibly flinched backward, even thought he was feet away and was thrown into buildings several times on a daily basis. "They were LARPers."

"LARP?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like another word for throwing up. Were you part of a secret, underground, regurgitation organization, Tucker?"

"Eww!" Tucker scrunched up his face in disgust. "That's really gross, Danny."

Danny shrugged, getting up from the floor with the grace of a dancer and ease of a ghost. "I try. LARP?"

"Live Action Role Play," Tucker explained. "Sam got me into a series of books a while back-"

Danny gasped in mock-surprise. "Tucker? Reading? IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Shut up, you little smart-ass," Tucker told his best friend.

Danny grinned like an idiot. "I'm taller than you, though, so technically it'd be 'Shut up, you big smar-OW!" Danny was cut off by Sam kicking him in the shin, when he immediately doubles over and clutched the wounded area. Danny could take a ghost punch heading a couple hunted miles per hour, and ecto-beam of super-charged particles, but one kick from those boots would send him reeling. Danny was determined to steal those boots from Sam one day and hide them in a museum as weapons of mass destruction.

"Just continue, Tucker," Sam demanded as Danny once again straightened. Jazz tried to hide a giggle from her brother behind her hand, but failed. Danny gave her a glare, but his eyes were blue as he did so, which made Jazz assume he wasn't too upset.

"So Sam got me into a series of books a while back, and at first I thought they were going to be horrible, but they were actually okay. We were on vacation last summer in Flordia, and I heard of a convention going on for all kinds of fantoms, including the Danny Phantom fandom." Danny glowered. still unhappy they'd started making comic books and graphic novels about him without his consent, and they weren't even paying him for rights. "So I went there," Tucker continued. "And I found this corner of the convention for the book series, called Supernatural by Carver Edlund, and I went there, but everybody started ganging up on me because I wasn't in a costume from the books and I was carrying a Danny Phantom plushy, which was the most adorable thing so I had to get it for you, Danny, just to prove its existence and laugh at your expression, but one of the girls dressed as Ruby stole it because she liked you too, so yeah, but they finally found me!"

Danny blinked. "Anybody else here really confused to what's happening?"

"Tucker thinks those two FBI agents are secretly stalkers here to reprimand him for not wearing a costume at a convention," Sam translated, and Danny nodded, but then frowned again.

"Wait, there's a plushy of me?" He turned back to Tucker, an incredulous and somewhat expression on his face. Jazz quietly noticed that a lamp on a nearby table was beginning to glow and walked over to set a hand atop it.

Just then, the door exploded inward upon itself, nearly flying off its hinges, and all four teens' heads whipped towards the front door, to where the two men were standing there with serious expressions on their faces.

"Great, Tucker," Sam said. "Now you're going to get us all arrested." She turned to the two men. "Excuse me, but do you two have a warrant to kick that door in?"

The two men looked confused, glancing around and seeing the group of teenagers. The only slightly abnormal sight was the red-headed girl leaning her weight on a fancy lamp.

The taller of the two turned to Tucker. (BAM! Do you see that alliteration? DO YOU SEE IT? Sorry for the random authors note, I just had to. Just skip over it with your eyes.)"Why did you slam the door?"

"These guys are really serious!" Tucker exclaimed, backing away with wide eyes. Both of the men gave him confused and weirded out looks.

"Sorry," Jazz apologized, stepping forward and carefully removing her weight from the lamp, which she half expected to raise into the air and start clubbing people over the head, like Killer Lamp Mafia, but the lamp did nothing. "He's convinced you two are super-fans for some book series." If Jazz didn't know better, she'd say the two agents exchanged equally knowing and exasperated glances.

Recovering their composure, the taller of the two addressed Jazz, since she seemed the most composed and ready to talk, since Sam's goth appearance made her out to be not very forthright with information, and Danny was trying to convince Tucker to be less crazy. "Umm…sorry, about the door. We're here regarding the recent murder of-"

"I TOLD you!" Tucker hissed at Danny, and Danny quickly slammed a hand over his mouth.

"Calm, little rabid Tucker," he soothed. "Cal-OW! He bit me!" Danny drew his hand back, shaking it and investigating the skin for teeth marks. There were faint ones to be found, and Danny scowled at Tucker. "Now I'm getting Tucker rabies."

"Look," Jazz said to the two FBI agents, having to shout over Danny and Tucker's quibbling. "Maybe we should go upstairs so I can answer all your questions while these two resolve their issues-"

"TUCKER is the one with ISSUES!" Danny shouted.

"HEY!" an offended Tucker screamed back. "I'm not crazy, either those two are LARPers, or there's been a magical interference and they've actually come to life…" Tucker trailed off, eyes growing wide, then grabbed Danny by the shoulders and screamed. "Danny, run, these two hunt and kill ghosts!"

"Tucker!" Danny complained. "You just got spit all over my face. I'm banning you from Coke for life. What exactly scared you so much at that convention you turn into a crazy psychopathic ball of screaming?"

"Shut up," Tucker told Danny, and Danny grinned,

"There we go!" the raven-haired teen said with triumph.

Jazz sighed in exasperation, putting her palm to her forehead. "Why don't I go answer your questions in the kitchen while these three finish watching heir movie upside down?"

"I totally forgot about that!" Tucker gushed, and Danny's eyes widened. All three scrambled over to the couch and got in their upside down positions while Jazz and the two men watched.

Jazz sighed. "I need to talk to Mom about keeping the extra-energy ectoplasm away from the Coke. These three obviously have way to much energy in their systems, or at least Danny and Tucker."

The two brothers shot each other looks at the mention of ectoplasm.

Again, please refer to above warning. Tucker is, was, OOC. Oops. More to come, possibly. UNTIL NEXT TIME.