Author's Note: Hello my few readers. For future knowledge, the way I update is really random. I write when I got the time and I upload when I got the time. Sorry for any issues this may cause. The Danny Phantom part of this fic will appear eventually probably in chapter 3, 4 at the latest.

Sorry about this chapter being short (and all the line breaks...), I couldn't think of anything else that could have possibly gone in here. Sorry for being very slow on updates, but I hope you enjoy anyways.

*~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 MarianasPhantom

Chapter 1: Spotless

Previously….

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."

I was pacing back and forth throughout my house. I knew Singer lived quite a ways away buy still he should have been here by now. My breathing was still trying to adjust, but I doubted that would happen anytime soon. I attempted not to look at my mother's corpse, but it just laid there. I didn't have the guts to touch it, I couldn't bare look at her another time yet I did.

My eyes still stung from the painful tears which occupied my eyes. It hurt so much. My brain was still catching up, trying to realize that my mother was dead. She was killed. She was gone. My thoughts were so jumbled.

I rubbed my temple, and wiped the tears off my face. I grasped my hand around my mouth, allowing myself to cry silently. It hurt me to just be here. Then I heard the pounding on my door. My head spun around immediately. I just stood there for a couple of seconds until I realized it was Bobby.

I walked up to the foot of my door, and laid my hand upon the golden handle. Before I opened the door I remembered to caution myself. "Bobby," I started. "That you?" My eyes started stinging again.

"Yeah, it is Katrina." His voice echoed through my soul.

I unlocked my door and quickly stepped back, giving myself space between Bobby and I. I analyzed him. I didn't feel any sort of disturbance with his aura; he seemed as human as he should be. But I have been tricked before.

I let Bobby walk further into my house. He walked over the large carpet. I brought up my hand, signalling him to stop. I guardedly walked over to the foot of the carpet and lifted the end. I revealed the devil's trap I had drawn under the carpet.

I smiled sheepishly at the old hunter. "I'd rather be safe than sorry." I pulled out my silver knife, and slid it over to Bobby. I nodded my head.

"Ya idgit." Bobby said rolling his eyes, and picked up the blade. He sliced the dagger across his left palm. He was clear.

I pulled out a water bottle, and swiftly splashed some holy water on him. He was clear again.

I sighed with relief. "My god Bobby," I started to walk to the man. "Am I glad to see you." I said as I wrapped my arms around the elder hunter.

"I'm just glad you're okay, Kat." Bobby said returning the embrace.

"Not so much." My eyes started watering again, but I sucked it up and held it in. "I'm so confused. I know she was a hunter and who knows what could have killed her, but it just doesn't make any sense!" I said holding my head which pain was increasing rapidly.

"There's no blood or anything! No sulfur, no nothing!" I rolled my head back, rubbing my forehead. "It just doesn't make any sense."

Bobby walked over to the kitchen, and I hesitantly followed. Bobby walked directly up to my mother's body, and checked her thoroughly.

"You're right," Bobby sighed. "Not a single thing."

Bobby turned around to face me. "C'mon," He walked forward and motioned me to leave the kitchen. "Pack up everything you need, everything you want to bring with ya, and all of yours and your mom's artillery."

I did not even hesitate to run upstairs and start packing. I could hear Bobby from downstairs, a lot of rummaging around. My head was throbbing, and I just wanted to leave. My mom was murdered by some mysterious thing, and we had no leads, zilch.

I finally made it up the hard staircase, and glimpsed down the long wooden stairs. I proceeded forward to my bedroom. My hand grabbed the knob, and I turned.

I entered my room without any thought, and shut the door quickly behind me. I stood there, letting my head fall back to the door's shallow hard surface. I slid down; I could feel my shirt slide as I did so. My hands hugged myself.

I just sat there.

The ride to Bobby's was silent; the only noise was the sting from the engine. Bobby did not try to create any conversation, smart move on his part. If he were to ask anything I noticed before my mother's death I probably would have broken down in tears, or maybe he already knew that there was nothing to tell.

Bobby looked already for any traces of anything. Sulfur, anything, but the place was spotless. Spotless. How could the place be spotless? From anything my mom encountered there was always something, some kind of clue to lead us to the end, so we could hunt that ugly bastard.

The thing is, there was always a motive, but this was out of the blue, at least to my understanding. I started rubbing my frustrated head. There was no trace, therefore nothing to help figure out whom, or what killed my mom.

I pounded my head against the head rest, which seemed to have shaken Bobby out of his trance of silence.

"You alright there kiddo?"

"Yeah just peachy."

Bobby sighed and turned to face me. "Katrina, don't go and start beating yourself up over this. It wasn't your fault an-"

"But it was my fault. My mom always watched over me. From wendigos to those damn vampires, she was always there for me." I clenched my fists. "And in our own house, are own house, salt everywhere, our weapons everywhere, and I was in the house, it wasn't like she was alone!" I shut my eyes, and the tears flowed. "I was in the house. I should have been there for her."

I don't think Bobby could say anything. I just sat there, and he just turned back to the road.

"Bobby, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"Don't worry." He bit his lip, and shook his head. "You've been through a lot today, kid. You have full right to a little blow up."

"Bobby,"

"No trust me, I've had my fair share of them, and dealing with them, it's fine."

"But-"

"No buts, get some sleep, we still have a good thirty minutes."

I rolled my head back, obligating, knowing there was no room to fight back.

I shut my eyes, letting the darkness entrap me. Wiping my mind clean for a few minutes until it came rushing into my mind.

My dreams were scattered. Multiple images flew through my head, but despite them all they always lead back to the same thing. A dark figure, with piercing red eyes glowed within the darkness of the room. The freakier thing was, was that it just was not the irises that were that blood red, it was the entire eye.

I shot open my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the fact we were no longer driving. The rawr of the engine was withdrawn from my memories. I scanned over to my left to see Bobby just opening the door. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

"How ya feeling?"

"I've felt better." I smiled weakly.

Bobby nodded his head and glanced back up to me "Well, c'mon, get warmed up."

"'Kay." I said as I grabbed the door handle. I busted the door open, only to be shaken wildly by the gust of cool air hitting my face. I was sore. I could feel it with every step I took, stretching everything out. I turned to Bobby's run down auto shop, and started in that direction.

Once I was inside, I could feel the warmth of the house snuggle around my frozen limbs. I was glad to be somewhere where I felt safe. Yeah I knew what was out there, under your bed, in the closet, but knowing Bobby had my back well, that made me feel one thing, safe. I only remembered being here once or twice when I was younger, but from what I could remember nothing had really changed. Before I knew it, I sat myself down on his sofa, and my eyes slowly closed.

All I could see was the red, the blood red, piercing through me. His Dracula like appearance scared me, even after everything I have seen in my lifetime, the aura he set off, his every motion, was just pure evil. The evil was just radiating off of him. Bang. Bang. Bang.

I jolted up.

I quickly spun my head to the clock Bobby had hanging around. It was 2o'clock in the morning, so it could not have been Bobby. I slid off the sofa and hid behind the desk. The only reason I was glad Bobby had so many books lying around was the fact I could hid easily. The front door finally swung open after multiple bangs and clicks. Two men walked in. One standing at about 6 feet and the other a few inches taller, the shorter one had short hair and the other had much longer hair pulled back behind his ears. They both had a strong, muscular build.

They walked through the house like they had been here before; they knew where everything was, despite the darkness of the room. I quietly moved behind the men and grabbed the blade I had. I knew it was not the best weapon but I did not want to risk them hearing the sound of a gun being loaded. Eh whatever, I have done stupider things. I spoke.

"Hey." I said in a flirty tone. The men flew around, stunned by my present. "Whatcha doing?"

"Who the hell are you?" The shorter man spoke with authority which was the least intimidating.

I raised my eyebrows. "Dude, who the hell are you? You're the one who broke into the house."

The shorter man then was the one to use a dumbfounded reaction. But then the taller man spoke. "We're friends of Bobby's, the man who lives here."

"Okay, two things, one yes because breaking and entering is a total friendly gesture and two I'm not five, I think I know who lives here."

I could hear Bobby coming down the stairs, and he walked right into mine and the intruders little conflict. "What is the world are you idgits doing?"

"You know her/them?" The men and I said in unison.

"Yes," Bobby said in the most 'No Duh' type of tone. "I do."

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