What Are You Really? (DPxSN)

What Are You Really?

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."

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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.