This was a very interesting hunt for the Winchester brothers so far. They were recently called all the way down to Illinois for a ghost problem. Most hunters never bothered to go down to the small town of Amity Park, It was well known for being filled with ghost hoaxes and very unbelievable descriptions of the ghosts. That is until they were talking with one of the hunters they met up with who had just visited the place. He told them more about it, and how the ghosts he saw were definitely real. After that, they decided that they needed to check this out for themselves.

First off within 10 minutes of driving into the town they could see the sheer amount of property damage scattered around. Windows smashed, asphalt blown to bits, even concrete walls obliterated with burn marks on them. That was when they started to think that these 'ghosts' were a real problem after all. They start off at the base, asking around the town and the citizens what was happening, getting their side of the story, getting info on the type of ghosts they are dealing with.

All of the residents pointed towards one ghost who had been causing most of the problems, bringing the fights and attacks to the human world, they all called him 'Phantom'. So that was where they were going to start, he seemed to be the most well-known and most commonly sighted out of all of them so it was their best bet. Now they just need to find this ghost teen.

They only had to wait for a couple of hours before they saw the ghost fly overhead of the town, looking a little exhausted. It was also surprisingly solid, nothing like the ghosts they had encountered before. "Would you look at that," Sam said.

"Nothing like any spook I've ever seen," Dean commented with his hands on his hips. He quickly reached into his bag on the shotgun seat and pulled out the EMF reader. The moment he turned it on it started beeping off the charts. "Wow. Something is definitely up." He tapped the machine advanced his hand a couple of times to make sure it was giving off the right readings. Not that he doubted it or anything, he built it himself after all.

They followed after the ghost who surprisingly didn't notice them in the bright noon sun. They didn't carry much equipment with them as they followed. They had a feeling that carrying a rifle loaded with rock salt would get them some weird looks. But then again, the town's resident 'ghost hunters' the Fentons would often be seen running around wildly with new experimental ghost tech weapons, which would obviously never work. Those two were known widely thought the hunting community, no other hunters wanted to even be affiliated with them.

They followed until the ghost landed in a back alley behind a burger joint named the 'Nasty Burger'. Dean and Sam quickly stuck their heads around the corner only to see the ghost light up in a bright flash of white light. The brothers shielded their eyes for a second and when they looked back they didn't believe what they saw. Instead of the floating white-haired green-eyed hazmat-wearing ghost teen that was there a second ago. There was a black-haired blue-eyed teen wearing a casual t-shirt. The brother's eyes widened as they watched the teen walk slowly up to the back door of the joint and walk-in.

"Man, that's even more strange?" Dean commented. His eyes still wide.

"Ever seen anything like it?" Sam asked.

"No, but it still seems to be a ghost. Possession maybe? Shapeshifting?" Dean put his hand to his chin as he stepped back from the alley and leaned gained the brick wall of the building next to them. "We need to capture this thing, and quick, who knows what it will do with a human disguise."

"I'll do a bit of research into the kid and then we'll try and trap it at the docs on the edge of town. After that, we can find some way to exercise it, or maybe destroy it."

"Right."

X

Danny was having a long day, or I guess a long 24 hours. He had gotten barely any sleep last night, not even his usual 3 hours. First Skulker yanked him out of his bed and threw him down the street and after that he had to capture Box Ghost. 3! More! Times! Honestly, can't a ghost catch a break? He ran his white-gloved hand down his face as he flew over the town. Normally he would be invisible at this point, but right now he was too exhausted to care, most of the people in the town didn't really mind that much if a ghost was flying overhead anyway, and he was just going to meet with Tucker and Sam for lunch and he didn't feel like walking.

He quickly landed down in an alley behind the nasty burger and transformed. He grabbed onto the edge of the dumpster to steady himself before he walked over to the back door of the place. It was almost always unlocked and no one really cared if you came in from the back anyway. After he walked into the dining area he already saw Sam and Tucker sitting at an old booth, bickering about something or other.

He slid into the booth and dropped his head down on the table stopping the two friends from arguing. "Dude, what happened to you? You look like you were hit by a truck." Tucker asked.

Danny groaned. "Try one skulker and three Box Ghosts."

"Yikes, that sucks." Sam picked up the menu and looked it over. "I'll buy you lunch."

"Hey, why don't you buy my lunch," Tucker protested, only to be ignored by Sam.

"Thanks. But I'm not that hungry." Danny responded waving her off, not looking up from the table.

Tucker looked over at Danny. "Come on man, you need to eat something, you haven't eaten in at least two days."

"But-"

"No buts." Sam held up her hand to stop Danny. "I'm buying you lunch and you are going to eat it because it is a gift from me to you. Got it."

"Yeah," Danny mumbled, unannounced to him there was bigger trouble around the corner than just him needing to eat. And he was going to have to find that out sooner rather than later.

x

After nightfall they did a bit more research on these 'ghosts' that were plaguing Amity Park, They came to the conclusion that normal ghost and demon traps should still work perfectly fine on these guys. So that was their plan. They walked into the middle of one of the old warehouses on the docs and painted down their demon trap in mostly transparent paint, hopefully, the ghost wouldn't notice it. The trap should be able to hold it still until they could get the salt out for a double layer of protection. Now they just needed to wait for the perfect mome-

"-What are you two doing?" The brothers jumped and spun around to face the echoey young voice. Only to be eye to eye with a white-haired green-eyed floating teenager. The one they were trying to capture.

They both instantly trained their rock salt-loaded rifles on the ghost, who instantly put up his hands, not as if he was actually scared, but more like a mocking gesture. "Oh no, please don't shoot me Mr. hunter's, what will I ever do." He said sarcastically. He floated closer a bit. "Okay, but for real though, what are you guys doing here? I mean charms and salt? Really?" He gestured to their stuff on the ground next to them. "You guys are a little out of your depth here." He laughed slightly. He didn't seem nearly as exhausted as before, or maybe he was just putting up a front.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "I think we know exactly what we are doing ghost." He raised the gun a little higher to point it at the ghost's face, who didn't seem fazed by the gesture at all. Maybe he just thought they were normal rifles?

The ghost floated over to the side to try and circle around them, and the rifles just followed. Dean and Sam were very tense while the teen seemed more nonchalant about the whole thing. But then they realized the ghost was floating right over to the demon trap they had set up moments ago. They tried not to let the realization show on their faces as the ghost continued to float.

"Honestly I don't think you guys should b-" Suddenly the trap below the ghost lit up and a light glowed up from the markings on the floor, a white glow formed around the ghost. His eyes quickly widened as he quickly reached over to the edge of the barrier to try and push through it, to no avail. "Crud." He looked back at the hunters with a little bit more fear in his eyes.

X

Danny was a little bit more energized after eating, Sam and Tucker were right, he should eat more often. He also had the opportunity to go down to the lab and grab a small vile of ectoplasm from the Ecto-filtratior attached to the portal. As it turns out even as a half-ghost he still needs ectoplasm to survive. And seeing as he can't be in the zone all the time he discovered he can drink the stuff. Not as bad tasting as you would expect mind you. And getting it from the filter meant that no ghosts would be harmed in the process.

He sighed as he floated over the town again, this time he was invisible. Now it was dark out it was much easier to notice his ethereal glow in the dark. He flew around town doing a patrol waiting for his ghost sense to go off. But nothing was happening. It was strange for the town to be so quiet at this time of night. But instead of feeling relieved that he had no ghosts to fight or talk to, he was getting uneasy. Did they all just get a memo he didn't?

He paced around in the air a couple more times while biting his knuckle while thinking about it. Suddenly something caught his eye. He saw at the docs on the far edge of town was a black car, one he didn't recognize. The warehouse next to it was also unlocked. The padlock and chains that were normally wrapped around the handle were cut off, probably with bolt cutters. Now, this was something to investigate.

Phantom flew through the air towards the warehouse, as he got closer his ears pricked forward to listen in on the conversation inside. "That should do it. That spook what know what hit it." A man said. Danny tilted his head to the side as he floated closer.

"I just hope it will work, I mean my research says they are basically the same as normal ghosts, they just had more contact with pure ectoplasm." Another man said. Danny narrowed his eyes and floated still invisible through the thin wall of the doc warehouse. There standing in the middle of the room on the concrete floor was two men, one shorter with a closer cut hair and the other man taller with more shaggy hair.

Danny didn't recognize either of them. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the weapons they were wielding. On the floor was a black duffle bag that was open, he couldn't really see what was inside it without getting any closer. But outside the bag on the floor was a book that had a bunch of photos of different charms from different languages. And next to it was a box of 'Hunter's Salt.' He titled his head. These guys were ghost hunters by the looks of it. But there is no way they could beat him with a couple of nicknacks from the dark ages right. And salt, really? That has to be fake right?

He floated up right behind them, noticing the very normal rifles they held at their sides, he snorted. They have to be joking. "What are you two doing?" Both men jumped and spun around to face him, their rifles trained at the ready. Danny almost laughed. He put up his hands as a mock of surrender. "Oh, no. Please don't shoot me Mr. Hunter's. What will I ever do?" He tried to drip his voice with sarcasm as he looked them up and down, a light smirk tugging at his lips.

"Okay, but for real though, what are you guys doing here? I mean Charms and salt? Really?" He gestured to the bag of knick-knacks behind them causing one of the men's heads to turn. While the other didn't budge, keeping his eyes steady.

"We know exactly what we are doing ghost." The shorter man said, raising the barrel of his rifle to be level with Danny's eyes.

He floated a little over the side to see if he could get around him, the aiming of the weapons was making him feel slightly uneasy. His ear flicked as he moved to the side. "Honestly, I don't think you guys should be-." Suddenly Danny felt a tinge in his core. He looked down and noticed some glowing markings on the floor. Some kind of pentagram with symbols painted around it. Some sort of demon trap?

A white barrier lit up forming a circle around him that lead straight up through the roof of the building. Danny quickly reached his hand out to try and press against the practically invisible wall, his hand didn't go through. He glanced back up at the hunter's panic filling his core and spreading to his fingertips making them feel cold. "Crud."

X

Dean smirked as the ghost looked back at them knowing it was trapped. His brother quickly rushed over to the bag and picked up the box of salt and started to make a salt circle around the ghost. "Not too out of our depth as it seems huh, Casper."

The ghost's eyes followed Sam wearily as he put the salt circle around the outside of the trap. Dean could see the mask of confidence the ghost was putting on to cover his panic. He leaned back in the air putting his hands behind his neck as if he was lounging, pretending not to care at all. "A little bit more useful than I was expecting. But I still don't think you're out of the deep end. Might still drown if your not careful."

Sam put the salt down on the ground and walked over to stand next to Dean, his rifle now at his side, the strap still attached to his shoulder. "What are you?" Sam asked tilting his head to the side.

The kid smirked. "Dead."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Don't give us that bull, we saw you do your little flashy transformy thing, in the alley earlier." He waved one of his hands to the side before gripping tightly back onto the rifle.

The kid's confidence fell again and it looked like his heart stopped (if he had one that is), he froze and looked over their faces as if to see if they were being serious or not. "You, what?-" He basically whispered. His eyes were flicking back and forth as if he was calculating something. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"What don't you remember? You flew into this alley behind a burger joint where you transformed into a human-looking teen and walked in. Black hair blue eyes the whole shebang."

Sam butted in holding out a notepad. "And according to our notes, that kid, aka Danny Fenton, has been acting strangely for the last year." He pointed the notepad at the ghost. "Breaking school property, being more aggressive towards peers, disappearing at random times throughout the day."

Dean stepped over to the side. "So what are you? A shapeshifter? Trying to get into a ghost hunter's home to get the upper hand on them? Or are you just using this poor kid as a meat puppet?" He leaned in closer and glared into the neon green glowing eyes of the ghost.

The ghost snapped out of his scared daze and tried to get his mask of confidence back but he still looked shaken by the sudden revelation. "Why should I answer any of these questions?"

"Cause either you'll tell us the answers, or you'll get to find out what a round of rock salt to the chest feels like."

The ghost gulped and floated back a little bit, as far as it could before touching the barrier of the trap. Eyes glancing around to check its surroundings.

X

Danny had no idea what he was going to do, most of the other hunters that used the old-timey hunting techniques never ended up being able to do anything him and the others, but these guys. Normally only his parent's ectoplasm-powered tech would work on him. Now all of these symbols and stuff too. And what if that 'ghosts having a problem with salt' thing was real too, he didn't like the sound of a salt-round to the core.

He'll have to figure something out, and quick. He could try and explain the truth and hope they don't shoot him, orrrr he could just play the victim. Pretend that he was an innocent kid that was possessed by Phantom and then transform into a human and act like he doesn't remember the last year or something? But then they are bound to try and do an exorcism on him or something just to make sure, and he has no idea what something like that would do to him. Ancients! He cursed. Truth it is.

"I'm half-human." He blurted out.

The shorter more aggressive hunter rolled his eyes. "And yet for some reason, I don't believe you." He put his hand on his hip and glared at the ghost.

Danny's ears pinned back as he took a deep breath in. Not that he needed to breathe, but it felt good, and helped him calm down in stressful situations as to not have a panic attack. "I'm a halfa, I only half died." The men tilted their heads slightly but still seemed unamused. "I can transform between a living body." He held out one hand. "And my dead one." He held out the other one. The men looked him up and down once again.

The short-haired man was about to walk forward and speak but the taller man held up his hand to stop the other hunter from talking, he turned and looked Danny in the eye. "How did you die then?" He asked. "Surly for you to be 'half-dead' you would have had to die some way." Danny looked back up at him with his ecto-green eyes with a 'really?' look on his face.

"That is not the first thing you should ask a dead kid. Kinda rude don't you think?" He crossed his arms.

"I thought you were only 'half-dead'," The shorter man smirked.

"Well, I'm a halfa, and you know what?" He looked the hunter in the eyes with a light smile. "That 50% of me that's stupid. That's just 100% you." Danny pointed at the shorter hunter who scowled, and Danny stuck his green tongue out at him.

He raised his rifle again. "get over here you son of a b-."

"Dean!" The other man called out grabbing onto the hunter's arm.

"What! You heard what it just said." He lowered his rifle and turned to face his partner.

"We still need to ask it questions, we need to find out what it is first and I can't just have you shooting it."

"Oh come on, I wasn't going to kill it."

Danny saw his opportunity, the hunters had lowered their rifles and weren't paying attention to him while they were fighting. He quickly transformed back into his human form landing with a light thud on the ground before running full speed at the barrier of the trap and salt. Thank the Ancients! He made it through without any resistance. It took the hunters just a second to notice before he transformed back into Phantom. As he ran he quickly flickered out of the visible spectrum and floated up calling out to them. "As much as I would love to stay and chat I got places to haunt, people to see, you know how it is. Have a nice life!"

He took off into the air without looking back his legs morphing into a ghostly tail as he phased through the tin roof of the warehouse. "You get back here!" He heard the hunter yell. But he certainly wasn't going to listen. That was a very close one, Danny just hoped that he would never have to come across them again. But he had a gut feeling that he was probably going to end up seeing them again sooner rather than later. And as it turns out it was sooner.

Authors notes

Hi guys! I hoped you liked my Oneshot. Lmao, I recently rewatched Infinity War and saw Quill's half-human insult and instantly thought of Danny. So here I am writing a Supernatural crossover. XD Normally I am not too big a fan of the identity reveal fics but I wanted to try it out. I also wanted to test the Supernatural waters a little bit because I was thinking I would write a full DP SN crossover at some point. Not sure though.

Please tell me what you thought of it I would love to hear it! Thank you all! PlayedCrowd5610 out.