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Danny figured he'd fly with Johnny 13, he thought it'd be rude to make him fly along the Highway to Hell alone. Johnny wanted to see Jazz but Danny knew if there was anyone in the worlds Jazz didn't want to see, it'd be 13. So they just continued to fly along, deeper and deeper into the Ghost Zone, Danny wasn't even positive they were going the right way until they seemed to get colder and darker. The lighting was strange, as if someone had wrapped a lightbulb in red acetate paper.
Danny asked Johnny if there was anyway to make his bike disappear so that they could go inside. Johnny hit a switch and the bike vanished under him and he and Danny flew into the Speeder.
"Hey guys," Danny said turning back into Danny Fenton. "This is Johnny 13, Johnny, this is Dean and Sam Winchester."
"Nice to meet you, fellas," Johnny said with a nod.
"Lemme guess," Dean said, looking 13 over. "Mid to late '80s?"
"1992, actually," 13 said, smiling. "I was riding on my motorcycle with my little brother, poor kid, always living in my shadow..." Danny looked down and saw Johnny's shadow frown at the sound of the story. "He wanted to talk to me about something important, we had been turning when a truck carrying some freakin' Nintendos came whipping around the corner and smashed into us. By the time our bodies hit the ground we were watching from Clockwork's cathedral."
"Clockwork?" Danny asked, never actually hearing a ghost's story.
"Oh yeah, he used to be the welcoming committee for new ghosts. Anyway, he gave us the story, 'You're dead. Don't worry, you'll be evaluated by the boys in white and you'll be welcomed into Heaven, Hell, or stuck in the Ghost Zone forever.'"
"How do they decide?" Dean asked.
"Well, if you were a perfect little angel for your entire life you'd be put into Heaven right away. Jazz," Johnny said, addressing Danny's sister for the first time, "you're all set, aren't you?"
Jazz mumbled something that sounded strangely like, "Not if you keep talking to me."
"Anyway," Johnny said, ignoring Jazz's remark, "They put you through hell, not literally, to figure out if you are worthy of all the greatness upstairs. You have the chance to cancel the whole process and stay in the Ghost Zone for eternity."
"Why would you want that?" Danny asked, surprised.
"Because, you can go out into the human world as much as you want. It's as if you never died, but with powers."
"Then who the hell would go to heaven?" Dean asked.
"Who knows," Johnny said, shrugging.
"Danny!" Came a shout from the front of the Speeder, Danny looked up and saw why Jazz sounded so frantic. An enormous demon was flying toward them, mouth opened wide and ready to devour the group.
"Hey," Dean said, nudging Sam. "I think we ganked that son of a bitch."
The demon flew toward the group and when it clamped down everything was dark, and then they came out the other side as if nothing happened. Everyone, who had shut their eyes in mortal fear, opened their eyes and looked around.
"Wow," Dean said, "We went through that thing faster than a Biggerson's burger."
"Oh," Danny said, slapping his face with the palm of his hand, "duh. All real world things have ghost properties in here."
"Then why did I get through too?" Johnny asked.
Danny thought about it, "Maybe ghosts have ghost properties in Hell?"
Johnny shrugged, content with this answer. They flew along, a little bit more relaxed, but not by much. They flew along for a little longer before finally Jazz stopped the Specter Speeder and turned around.
"Okay," She said. "We are not getting anywhere."
"Don't be so quick to judge," Sam stuttered, pointing past her. Jazz turned her attention to where he was pointing, as did everyone else. There stood a castle, a castle that loomed darker and scarier than the Lair of Lucifer itself. Jazz nearly fainted at the sight, so Danny took up the reigns and eased their metallic horse forward.
"This is some freaky ass shit," Dean muttered.
Johnny looked at him and smirked. "Welcome to my world... literally."
"Well," Danny said, staring at the place that could become all their graves, "sorry to tell ya, Dorothy, but I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." The zoomed ahead and landed on the walkway in front of the main door.
"Oh man," Dean said as they walked toward the castle.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asked him.
"Eve's castle?" Dean said.
"Eve?" Jazz asked.
"Mother of All, as they call her," Sam explained. "Mother to all that is unholy and evil."
"Mother of All Freaks," Dean said as they walked up the steps. They didn't bother opening the door, they just walked right through. Inside was even worse than the outside, all around there were paintings of Earth being overrun by monsters of every kind, with Leviathans leading. Dean shuttered at the sight of them, and then he saw one that really freaked him out. There was a painting of a Leviathan (Dick Roman to be exact) standing over Dean himself with a spear in the Hunter's chest.
"Do you like it?" Came a deadly voice, they all looked up to see Dracula floating over them.
"Vlad," Danny said, eyes narrowed.
"That's Plasmius, thank you very much," the ghost snapped. "As I was saying, they call this the Hall of Prophecy. If you look farther back, you can see things that have already come to pass. Everything here is what was, is, and will be." He caught the painting that Dean was staring at. "Especially that one."
"Where are my friends Plasmius?" Danny shouted, the room shook violently.
"I wouldn't be too loud," Plasmius said smiling, showing off his pearly white fangs, "you might wake my roommates."
"Roommates?"
"Plasmius!" Came a shuttering shout.
"Here's one now," Plasmius said, turning his head to look behind him. "In here Drake!"
"Drake?" Sam asked, and saw a man in eccentric black robes, he too had pearly white fangs.
"Drake," Dean said, smirking slightly. "Dracula?"
"Bah!" The vampire shouted, holding up his hands, as if the name were sunlight. "I have never liked that name," his Transylvanian accent was strong. "I chose Drake to model after one of the most famous musical artists of your time."
"Drake, the rapper?" Jazz asked skeptically.
Drake hissed, "No! I cannot stand rap, it's just a poet who cannot sing! No, I meant Drake Bell!"
Dean rolled his eyes, "Great," he muttered to Sam, "Dracula's a douche."
"Vhat did you say about me, Hunter?" Drake hissed.
"Nothing," Dean said, shaking his head with a smirk.
"Enough," Plasmius snapped, he looked at Drake. "Go wake Wolfman and Frank, eh? Tell them I brought them some dinner."
Dean gasped, "No way, Wolfman? You mean like, the movie wolfman?"
"No," Plasmius said, sarcastically, "I mean the one you clap for."
Dean frowned. "You know what," he said, "you're kinda a douche too."
"Comes with the title 'Evil', Winchester," Plasmius said, grinning.
"Can we just kick his ass so we can go find the punk's friends?" 13 asked impatiently.
"I like that idea," Danny said, eying Plasmius hungrily.
"Oh, what ever shall I do?" Plasmius said with mock fear. "Oh, I know!" He clapped his hands and trap doors opened up beneath them, and they all fell into the darkness...
Dean awoke in the darkness, he sat up and pulled out the keys to the Charger. He clicked on the flashlight key chain and looked around.
"Sammy?" Dean whispered, and as soon he did the lights flicked on. He was in Bobby's house, and there was Bobby sitting at his desk flipping through a book, and standing beside his chair was...
"Dad?" Dean said, eyes wide. But neither John nor Bobby looked up from the desk.
"I'm tellin' you John," Bobby said closing the book, "there is no way to track this demon."
"There has to be Bobby," John said. "The boys are getting tired of moving around so much. I need this closure so they can have a normal life."
Dean walked over to his father and Bobby and looked at the book on the table, it had runes carved into it with a Pentagram in the center. He realized who they were looking for and sighed, he knew he wasn't with them, this was a flashback. There was a sort of wind, the atmosphere in the room changed, and then Chuck Shurley walked into the room.
"Chuck?" Dean said, but this must have been at least a decade ago if "the boys are getting tired of moving."
"Who are you?" John asked, raising a gun to Chuck.
"Easy, Johnathan," Chuck said. Something seemed off, Chuck seemed almost... normal. "I'm a friend."
"What kinda friend barges into someone's house unannounced knowing they've got loaded weapons?" Bobby asked, aiming a shot gun at Chuck's chest.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Chuck said.
"Try us, bucko," Bobby said, taking aim.
Chuck sighed, "Alright." He pause a moment, then he said, "I'm God."
Dean, Bobby, and John all gaped at the man, John dropped his gun and Bobby just barely caught his. Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knew Chuck was a prophet but to be the big man himself? Dean wouldn't have believed it, but just then it seemed as if Chuck's eyes snapped over to him momentarily, and that's when Dean remembered something from his past...
"Well, there's only one explanation," Chuck had said. "Obviously I'm a god."
"You're not a god," Sam said, shaking his head.
"How else do you explain it," Chuck said excitedly. "I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through - The physical beatings alone."
"Oh you have to be kidding me," Dean said with a laugh, he looked at John and Bobby, who were still gaping, they blinked and looked at each other. He looked back at Chuck to see him staring directly back.
"Dean," Chuck said aloud, John and Bobby looked to where he was staring and looked at each other quizzically.
"Chuck," Dean said. "What the hell?"
"This was the only way I knew how to contact you," Chuck said, walking past Bobby and John, who were still looking confused.
"Why did you need to contact me?" Dean asked warily.
"Because," Chuck said, "I'm near."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Don't worry," Chuck said. "Help is on it's way."
"Chuck," Dean said, everything was fading, Chuck winked before turning back to Bobby and John. "CHUCK!"
Sam sat up, he heard Dean yell something, but it was too dark to see anything. Sam figured his best bet was to search for a wall and try to inch his way out, but before he could, a scene appeared before him. It was a few years ago, Sam was back in Chuck's livingroom, he saw himself and Dean standing with Chuck.
"Well, there's only one explanation," Chuck said. "Obviously I'm a god."
"You're not a god," The other Sam said, shaking his head.
"How else do you explain it," Chuck said excitedly. "I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through - The physical beatings alone." It seemed as if his eyes snapped over to Sam, the present Sam, the one that shouldn't be where he was right now. Everything seemed to freeze except for Chuck and Sam.
"Sam," Chuck said, smiling.
"Ch-Chuck?" Sam stammered.
"Stay where you are," Chuck said. "I'm coming for you guys."
"What?" Sam said, confusion hitting him like a truck.
"There was a reason I wanted you to see this moment again," Chuck said. "Think about it." And just as quickly as it had appeared, the scene dissipated...
Danny woke up strapped to a table, he looked around to see Sam, Dean, Jazz, 13, 13's Shadow, and thankfully Sam and Tucker. They were all unconscious, Danny tried to phase through the shackles, but to no avail. Then he heard a door open and footsteps on cold wet stone.
"Ah," came the voice of Plasmius, "Daniel, you're awake. Ooh, and you're up before everyone else, we can have a little Daniel and Uncle Vlad time."
"Let me out of here, Plasmius," Danny said, moving around trying to get out.
"Oh, I don't think I will. You see Danny, I have no remorse, unlike Dan Phantom I was able to lock away the human inside of me. And he's not getting out," Plasmius smiled his fanged smile, and for a moment, Danny seemed to look into the ghost, into the recesses of his mind. He could see Vlad Master's in a cage, knees to his chest and head on the knees. He looked up and moved to the cage wall.
"Daniel?" Vlad called, looking directly at Danny, who looked down.
Danny was no longer strapped to a table, but was now inside Plasmius' head. He ran over to the cage and grabbed the lock on the cage, which shocked him.
"Ectoranium," Vlad said. "This is how my evil ghost half was kept under lock and key. His prison has become my own." Vlad looked up at Danny. "I'm sorry, Daniel."
"For what?" Danny asked, turning into Danny Fenton and fiddling with the lock.
"Your mother and father," Danny looked up at Vlad's face, whose eyes were full of sorrow. "I never would have killed them, well, not your mother. But now, I would not have even killed your father, all this time in this cage has made me realized what a fool I've been."
"It's not your fault," Danny said reassuringly.
"Daniel, look out!" Too late, when Danny turned around he was yanked out of Vlad's head and was back on the table.
"How did you do that!" Plasmius shouted.
"I-I don't know," Danny said, shaking his head.
Just then, the Winchesters stirred, Dean jolted and screamed, "CHUCK!"
Sam jolted at the sound of Dean's voice, he looked around at Dean, and the brother exchange a knowing stare.
Plasmius looked over at the Winchesters and sighed. "We're going to have to have our Danny Uncle Vlad time some other time."
"Plasmius," came a deep growl of a voice from up the stone steps, "you might want to come up here."
Plasmius looked down at Danny and gave him a good punch in the gut for good measure, then he flew through the ceiling.
"Danny don't worry," Dean said. "We have a friend coming."
"How do you know?" Danny asked.
"He sent us a message," Sam said. Just then there was a scream from above...