Chapter Seven

Dean reached Amity Park just as the Impala drove into town. From his view from the sky, he could see the main problem. A knight with a purple-fire cloak on a horse was holding the residents of the town captive. And among them was Danny Phantom, held in place by glowing green shackles. Dean looked down to see a building falling towards the Impala.

"No!" Dean yelled.

He dove down toward the Impala, phasing through the roof and into the backseat.

"Hit the gas!" Dean said as he put one hand on the car door and one hand on the front seat.

He concentrated with all his might, and the car became intangible, along with the three of them. The building fell on them, but Sam sped through it until they came out the other side. Dean let go and slumped back onto the seat, tired.

Sam glanced back at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah," breathed Dean. "That just took a lot out of me."

John looked back at him, frowning. "What is that?"

Sam turned to see John pointed at Dean's chest. On the black jumpsuit was a white 'GH.'

Dean laughed a little. "I figured if I was gonna make my debut, I'd better have a name."

Sam frowned. "When did you do that?"

"Made a stop on the way here," explained Dean.

"So what does 'GH' stand for?" asked John.

"Ghost Hunter," said Dean. Sam and John chuckled. "Seemed to fit."

"You see what was going on?" asked Sam.

"Yeah," said Dean. "Some medieval ghost on a horse. He's got Danny." He looked at his father. "You need a low-down?"

"Sam filled me in," said John.

"Alright," said Dean. "I'll hit him head-on, provide a distraction. You two free Danny."

"Got it," said Sam.

Dean flew up through the roof and towards the fight. He approached the knight.

"Hey, Sir Spooks-a-lot!" Dean called.

The knight turned to him. "How dare you approach the Fright Knight!"

Dean stared at him for a second. "Yeah, okay." He charged forward, hitting the ghost over and over. He glanced down to see his father and brother trying to untie Danny. He needed to distract the ghost. "Come on, pal!"

The Fright Knight pulled out a flaming sword.

"Now, why didn't I get one of those?" said Dean.

The Knight lunged with his sword, and Dean dodged, flying around him. While the Knight had his back turned, Dean concentrated and zapped another one of him down to where his family was.

John looked up at him as he popped out of thin air. "How did you do that?"

"Practice," said Dean. He looked up to see himself fighting the Knight. He began to approach Danny to help.

"No!" Danny warned. "Don't come closer!"

Dean froze. "Why not?"

"The chains," said Danny. Dean looked down at the glowing green metal. "Ectoranium."

Dean frowned. "Ecto what?"

"Ranium," breathed Danny. He looked like he was about to pass out. "It's an anti-ghost element." He glanced up at the fight above them, wincing as he did so. "You can't help me. Go."

Dean seemed to stutter. "But—"

"They can get me out," said Danny, motioning to John and Sam. "Go!"

Dean looked back up at himself with the Fright Knight and turned to leave.

"You have to get his sword away from him," said Danny.

Dean nodded and took to the sky again. He turned invisible and approached the fight.

Knowing his other half was coming to help, Dean punched the Fright Knight, drawing his attention towards him.

"Do you really think you can beat me?" said the Fright Knight.

He was suddenly pinned in place, his arms glued to his sides. He looked down to see a ghost shield wrapped around him. Dean looked over to see himself turn visible.

"Nice shot," said Dean.

"Get his sword!" called Dean. "That's the only way to stop him!"

As Dean dove for the sword, the Fright Knight sent his own shield out, breaking Dean's. He hit Dean, sending him into his counterpart. When the two hit, they fused back into one. Dean glared up at the ghost.

"What are you going to do now?" said the Fright Knight. "There's only one of you."

"Make that two!" yelled Danny.

Dean looked down to see Danny flying up to join him. The two of them faced the Fright Knight.

"Get him," said Danny.

The two of them charged the Fright Knight, Danny using his ghost ray and Dean using his duplication. Dean used four of him to distract him while Danny shot a ghost ray at the sword. It flew out of his hand and to the ground. The Fright Knight yelled in anger as Danny pulled out a Thermos.

"What the hell?" said Dean. Danny pushed a button on the side of it, and the Fright Knight was sucked into the Thermos. "A Thermos? That's your containment unit?"

Danny gave him a look. "My dad."

Dean chuckled. "Oh, yeah."

Dean and Danny landed and helped release the hostages. Tucker and Sam ran over to the two of them, along with John and Sammy.

"That was awesome!" said Sam. She looked down at Dean's uniform. "What's with the 'GH'?"

Dean looked down at his insignia and back up at the three teenagers. "I gave myself a name. Figured it was smart considering I was officially saving the day."

"What'd you come up with?" asked Tucker.

"Ghost Hunter," said Dean.

"I like it," said Danny. "If anyone asks, I'll spread it around."

"Oh, gee, thanks," said Dean. "Well, we gotta go."

"Thanks for helping," said Danny, shaking Dean's hand.

"You're welcome," said Dean. "Now we're even."

Once they had driven back to their motel, Sam, Dean and John had settled in the room for the night. Dean watched his father and brother discussing the hunt they just went on.

"That was the craziest thing I've ever seen," said John.

"Tell me about it," said Sam. He began laughing.

"What?" asked John.

Sam looked at him. "Did you ever think your son would grow up to be a superhero?"

The three of them began laughing.

"Yeah, that's definitely weird," said Dean. He blinked a few times, feeling slightly light-headed. Huh, that was weird.

"At least you didn't get caught in a marine biology lab explosion," said Sam. "We could've been gotten stuck with Aquaman."

The three of them laughed again.

Dean felt this lightness creep into him, almost as though he were drunk.

What is happening to me?

He shook his head and climbed to his feet, thinking a glass of water would do him good. As he headed for the kitchen, the wave of dizziness grew. His feet stumbled into one another, and he caught himself on the doorway.

"Dean?" asked Sam, turning to look at him.

Dena tried to pull himself up straight. "'M fine, S'mmy…"

"Dean?" asked Sam as he got up and walked over to Dean.

"'S okay…" mumbled Dean as his drugged state grew. He fell to his knees, slipping down the wall.

"Dean!" Sam called as Dean's eyes rolled up into his head. He reached forward and caught his brother as he fell to the floor. He held his brother in his arms, shaking him. "Dean? Dean!" Dean lay unconscious. Sam felt his father approaching them. "Something's wrong! We gotta get him out of here!"

"He's not going anywhere," growled John.

Sam frowned and looked up to see his father swing a punch at him…darkness ensued.