The attic was exactly how they'd expected it to be. Dark, slightly humid, covered in cobwebs and decades of junk, trinkets, furniture and artwork.
"So, I guess this is your first mystery." Velma thought aloud. "So, Sam, if you could keep those giant, line-backer shoulders from knocking over any clues, that would be great."
"Why do you keep talking about my shoulders?" Sam frowned.
"Hey, batta-batta." Eden muttered, unable to hide the amused smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Oh, I, uh..." Velma turned her head to hide her blush, pulling at her orange turtleneck with a nervous giggle before walking off further into the room.
"Is that a girl thing or something?" Sam whispered, leaning into Eden.
"Not exclusively." She shrugged. "You just have... Very nice shoulders. Lots of fun to cling onto in times of great... Peril."
"You're hilarious." The Winchester said monotonously.
"Oh, I know." She hummed, walking off in the direction Velma had taken.
Sam looked around the room with his flashlight, the beam catching on a mannequin. He yelped, staggering back, ending up falling over onto the floor.
"Maybe that was the ghost." Velma commented as both girls reached out a hand to help him up.
"Look, I'm not supposed to tell you this," Sam started, getting a warning look off his love. "But, ghosts are real. My brother, Eden and I; we hunt them. Along with Werewolves and Vampires and Demons and- we've saved the world. A lot."
"It's true. We do." Eden shrugged.
Velma stared at them blankly for a few moments before breaking out into a chuckle.
"Look, Sam, Eden, the simple fact is, monsters are nothing more than crooks in masks. Usually unscrupulous real estate developers." She replied, walking off.
"One, there are way better real estate scammers." Sam started, following her. "And two-"
"Hey, look! A clue!" Velma pointed out in front of her.
In her flashlight beam, there was a toy chest entirely untouched by dust, with a black goo dripping out of it and pooling on the floor.
"That's strange." All three uttered.
"Huh, I guess we all noticed that these toys are the only thing not covered in dust." Velma observed.
"Actually, I was noticing this." Sam replied as he and Eden knelt down in front of the chest. Both dipped their fingers in the black goo. "Ectoplasm, right?"
Eden dabbed her tongue on the tip of her goo-covered finger.
"Yep. Ectoplasm." She scrunched up her nose, dangling her tongue out of her open mouth in disgust.
"It gets left behind by ghosts." The Winchester informed the newbie.
"Oh, stop already." Velma placed her hand on her hip to accompany her frown. "You can't really believe in ghosts."
Just as she finished her sentence, purple sparks coated the toys, lifting them out of the chest. The trio had to quickly duck as the toys flew at them, crashing into the wall a few feet behind them before continuing to fly around the room.
They broke into a run towards the door.
"Told ya." Sam commented.
"It's not a- it's probably just Christmas lights and fishing wire!" Velma retorted, getting clobbered by a teddy bear.
"Let's maybe not find out if you're wrong." Eden replied, opening the door for them, closing it the second they were all out as a few wooden bricks flew at her head.

As the trio walked down the corridor back towards the stairs, Fred, Daphne and Dean came running towards them.
"Oh, this must be that bit where we all run into different rooms in one corridor and appear out of a door we definitely didn't enter through just for cartoon comedic value." Eden nodded to herself.
"Maybe less explaining, more running." Sam grabbed her hand as the ghost floated down the corridor at them behind Castiel, Shaggy and Scooby.
Comedic value, it most certainly was. Eden could practically hear the Scooby-Doo theme tune playing in her mind as she vacated one room into another, somehow getting separated from everyone as both she and they continued to run the impossible circuit.
The ghost went into one room and, from out of nowhere, the Scooby Gang had planks of wood, hammers and nails, quickly blocking the door before it could exit again - obviously forgetting that it had not long walked through several walls and doors.
The gang separated, blocking off the rest of the doors.
Dean took the time to check Daphne out as she worked, his eyes widening when the ghost appeared through the blocked off door behind her. He grabbed her hand, leading the charge down the corridor as the entire group made a b-line for literally anywhere else.
The older brother planted on his brakes when the ghost floated towards them in the direction they were going, swiftly changing their running direction.
They hid in five tall vases conveniently placed by the wall down the hall; Castiel in one, Fred and Shaggy in another, Daphne and Dean had theirs, Scooby and Velma in the tallest one and Sam and Eden in the last one.
Dean leaned in to kiss Daphne, but she screamed as the ghost roared behind them.
The group disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Somehow, they'd all manged to separate again, only to crash into each other like a set of bowling pins into a heap on the corridor floor.
"This is, hands down, the stupidest thing I have ever been a part of." Eden glared into nothingness, drumming her unamused fingers on the floor as she held her head in her other hand.

The ghost floated round the corner as the group picked themselves up. The lights flickered until they completely blacked out again. Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby screamed as they ran into the nearest room, guarded by double doors that the Winchesters slammed shut.
"We have to stop this ghost!" Fred announced.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious..." Eden mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"We almost did! Dean had him by the thigh!" Daphne replied.
Sam and Eden scowled at the older brother.
"You what?" Cas frowned.
"I almost caught him." Dean covered. "That's the point."
"Guys, come on, for the last time, there's no such thing as ghosts." Velma huffed, expelling visible breath as the room chilled significantly and her glasses froze over as well as the windows.
The lights flickered off and a pounding sounded on the door.
It burst open, revealing the furious entity.
"Oh, no!" Daphne shrieked.
"That costume looks really... Real." Velma's voice quivered as she adjusted her glasses.
"I'll get him!" Fred charged at the creature.
"Fred!" Sam called. "Don't!"
"This is just natural selection at this point." Eden sighed as the ghost flung out its arm, throwing the man across the room and into a bust sculpture on a plinth, smashing it to pieces on the floor.
"Fred!" Daphne gasped, cupping her cheeks.
All of a sudden, she and Velma began to levitate, being pinned to the top corner of the room.
"Like, that's our cue to get out o' here!" Shaggy wailed.
Scooby ran for his life as Shaggy was thrown through some French doors on the far side of the room.
"Shaggy!" Daphne cried.
Sam ran over to a table next to the huge fireplace on the left hand side of the room, grabbing three candlesticks.
"Dean! Eden! Iron!" He called, throwing one each to them.
They ran at the ghost, plunging the candlesticks into its back.
The creature gave a demonic shriek as it flailed about, eventually disappearing.
The brothers caught Velma and Daphne as they fell back to the floor, the lights flickering back on.
"What just happened?" Fred demanded, walking back over, clutching his bleeding nose.
"Where's Raggy?" Scooby wailed.
"Over here!" His Human yelled from outside. "Like, little help?"
The group gasped, seeing Shaggy hanging off a broken piece of balcony. Half a second later, it dropped down out of sight.
"Raggy!" Scooby ran after him.
"Scooby!" Castiel ran after him.
"On it..." Eden glared, breaking into a run to join them as both dived off of the balcony.
"Gotcha!" Scooby grabbed Shaggy's ankle.
"You've got me, who's got you?" Shaggy pointed.
Castiel grabbed Scooby's tail, his trench coat ballooning in the wind.
"Pigeon!" Eden called, extending her hand.
Cas grabbed it as Eden shook out her wings.
Even with the slight upward momentum, they crashed into a tree before they hit the ground.
"Raggy!" Scooby gasped, running to his friend's unconscious side.
"You okay?" Eden asked Castiel, who nodded.
Eden shook away her wings before any of the gang saw them as Cas ran to Shaggy's side.
His eyes fluttered open and the pain instantly hit. He clutched his left wrist, crying out in pain as the rest of the group burst through the doors to check on their friend.
"Shaggy! Are you okay?" Daphne asked.
"Like, do I look like I'm okay?" Shaggy demanded.
"It appears his arm is broken." Cas observed.
"What?" Shaggy frowned. "I have jumped out of a biplane in a museum and it was fine! How did this happen?"
"I don't know, I- something threw me across the room!" Fred shrieked.
"Wires. Probably just wires." Velma rationalised.
"Like, hello! Broken arm here!" Shaggy reminded them, holding up his red, swollen compound fracture.
Eden wandered around the garden, finding some old fencing, placing it down next to the injured man.
She then walked over to Sam, unbuckling his belt.
"Really? Here?" Dean smirked. "Couldn't wait a while until we get back?"
"Shut up, you spoon." Eden scowled, flicking the belt out of the belt loops on Sam's jeans. "It's weird if I take anyone else's."
She moved back over to Shaggy, holding the belt between her teeth as she assembled a sort of splint out of the planks of wood.
"She called me a spoon." Dean scrunched up his nose.
"Yeah, she did." Sam frowned.
"Shaggy, brace yourself." Velma warned as she and Daphne held the planks together.
Eden wrapped the belt around them and tightened it to secure Shaggy's arm.
"Fred, gimme your ascot." Daphne instructed.
When he did as asked, the girl made a sling with it, tying it round Shaggy's neck. Eden walked back over to her boys.
"Guys, we have to tell them the truth." Sam sighed.
"What truth?" Daphne demanded.
"The truth about the phantom." The younger brother replied.
"Look, this phantom isn't like other ghosts you've faced." Dean started. "He's real. He is a real ghost."
"One that will kill you if we don't fix this." Eden added.
The Scooby Gang stood back up with matching confused expressions.
"Uh... I'm not totally following you." Fred spoke up.
"Look, that isn't a guy in a mask and a costume." Sam huffed, shaking his head. "It's a vengeful spirit that's come back from the dead."
"That's the truth." Dean concluded.
"So... Everything you told me... It's true?" Velma lifted a shaky hand, removing her glasses.
"The whole sh-bang." Eden waved a hand.
"Werewolves, Vampires, Demons?" Velma shrieked.
"Mm-hm." The four nodded in unison.
"I thought I was blind without my glasses... Instead I was just blind." She moped. "How could I be so stupid?"
"Uh, well... I mean-"
"We've been stopping real estate developers when we could've been hunting Dracula?" Fred wandered over to the tree that broke Shaggy's arm, slamming his head against it. "Are you kidding me? My life is meaningless!"
"If there are ghosts, then that means there's an afterlife! Heaven, Hell..." Daphne shrieked, putting her hands to her face. "Am I going to Hell?"
"We told you every freakin' time! But did you ever listen to Scoob and me? No!" Shaggy yelled, flailing his one good arm.
"We're doomed." Scooby stated.
"I think we broke them..." Eden whispered, her brows raised.
"Alright, knock it off!" Dean raised his voice. "Come on! The Scooby Gang does not have nervous breakdowns. Now, you may not have tangled with the supernatural, but you've fought monsters. Real freakin' psychos! You stopped Zeke and Zeb! Shaggy figured out that the sharks Old Iron Face rode were really just torpedoes disguised to look like sharks. And what about the Black Knight? Huh? Mamba Wamba."
"The Ten Thousand Volt Ghost." Eden added.
"The Space Kook." Sam spoke up.
"I knew it!" Dean turned to face him. "You love this show, too."
Sam gave a shrug, unable to hide his smile as he glanced to Eden.
"Oh, we are so having a Scooby binge when we get back." She smirked.
"I'll hold you to that." Sam replied, pulling her into him by her waist.
"Space Kook, Ghost Clown, Miner Forty-Niner! You guys have all jumped into danger with no thought for yourselves." Dean continued. "You're heroes! And together, we're gunna take down this phantom. Are you with me?"
"Yeah!" The Scooby Gang sang.
"Let's do it!" Fred punched the air.
"But how?" Velma asked. "We don't know the first thing about hunting real ghosts. We don't have the proper tools... Or weapons."
"That's okay." Sam gave a determined look. "We do."
"Are we sure this is a good idea? They just had a mental breakdown at the mere thought of the supernatural being real and now we're gunna give them rock salt shotguns?" Eden frowned.
"They'll be fine." Dean waved a dismissive hand. "Probably."
"I see all that pep talk practice in the mirror is doing you good." The Dark Angel smirked.
"What? I do not practice my freakin' pep talks in the-"
"Do not insult my super-duper magic hearing, I know you do." She playfully scowled, cutting the older brother off.
"Shut up..." Dean mumbled, almost pouting like a child before walking off.
"You know what?" Sam spoke up, watching Dean walk away. "Before we met you, I never thought I'd see him so... Whipped."
"It's a gift." Eden shrugged.

They led the Scooby Gang to the Impala, opening the trunk.
The group gasped in awe at the selection of weapons.
"Oh, yes!" Eden grinned, spying the ice box in the front right.
She opened it up, pulling out a blood bag, removing the tab and sticking the tube into her mouth.
The gang frowned with matching grimaced looks.
"Uh, yeah, that's a long story." Dean scratched the nape of his neck. "Probably best just to go with it."
"Here, Velma, take this." Sam held out a shotgun for her.
"Sam, are you crazy?" Dean scoffed, snatching the weapon from him. "They can't use this stuff! That's a Scooby don't."
"Dean, we gotta do something! I mean, you guys... Are amazing!" Fred gushed.
"Thank you, Fred." Dean hummed.
"But, we can help. We have to." The blond man said, balling his fists up in determination.
The older brother placed a hand on Fred's shoulder.
"Freakin' right you can." He smirked, leaning the shotgun on his shoulder. "You're gunna do what you do best - build a trap."
Eden and Sam loaded up a couple of duffel bags with rock salt and iron weapons before the group went back into the house.

Within the hour, Fred had not only come up with a plan, but laid it out with the help of his gang.
"Come on, guys, you always make the perfect bait." Eden whined.
"Yeah, like, when the ghosts are really just guys in masks!" Shaggy wailed.
"Uh-uh!" Scooby shook his head.
"There's a Scooby Snack in it for you!" Velma offered with a grin, holding out a box of the treats.
The eyes of the dog, his best friend and the oldest Winchester widened.
"A Scooby Snack? I could actually taste one for real?" Dean gushed, clutching his cheeks.
"You have no idea how jealous I am of you right now." Eden narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms.
Dean ran at Velma as Shaggy and Scooby did, sitting in front of her like submissive pets to wait for the tasty treat. Velma threw one each into their mouths, the sound of enthusiastic crunching filling the ears of everyone within proximity.
"Oh, son of a bitch, these are good." Dean groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Fred wiped his brow, taking a deep breath as he finished off the last step of his plan.
"That should do it!" He smiled.
"Tell me, Freddie." Dean urged.
"Well, you see, Daphne's covered all the exits except that one with salt," He motioned to the main archway into the large drawing room they were in. "So the phantom will enter there, tripping the iron chain that will activate the axe, which cuts through the rope that holds the coconuts."
Sam, Dean, Eden and Cas followed his finger as he motioned to the rope net filled with the coconuts, being held above the archway with various more ropes and a pullie system.
"Where'd he get coconuts?" Sam frowned.
"Cartoon logic." Eden replied, earning an elbow to the arm from Dean at the mention of the 'C word.'
"The coconuts are gunna roll, tripping the phantom, sending him preening down a slide of soap, right into the washing machine, which we'll secure with those iron chains." Fred continued, motioning to a chained washer two rooms away.
The 'slide' he'd mentioned looked like a rickety skateboarding quarter pipe made out of old wooden planks, piled high with soap suds that trailed from the quarter pipe, through the open double doors to their right, through the kitchen and into the laundry room through another set of open doors.
"And with the ghost captured, we can finally find out what's going on." Sam stated.
"Now all we need is bait." Velma said enthusiastically.
Everyone looked to Shaggy and Scooby.
"Oh, Uh-uh." Shaggy shook his head. "Like I said to Eden; going up against guys in masks is one thing, but, an actual ghost? Like, no way! Not even for a million Scooby Snacks!"
"Yeah. What he said." Scooby agreed.
"Pigeon can go with you." Eden smirked. Cas scowled at her. "What? I'm still healing. Otherwise I absolutely would and you know it."
"Fine. Let's get this over with..." Cas sighed.

After the rest of them hid, Castiel, Shaggy and Scooby tip-toed out of the room and down the hall. It didn't take long before Shaggy and Scooby's terrified wails could be heard.
"Run!" Cas yelled.
He had the other two in his arms when he jumped over the iron chain that stretched out across the width of the archway into the room.
The ghost made contact with it, setting off the axe, which set off the net of coconuts.
But the coconuts went straight through the ghost, tripping up Castiel instead, who went head over heels into the quarter pipe. He, Shaggy and Scooby slid down the length of the slide, through the kitchen and landed rather heavily into the washing machine. The door slammed shut immediately.
"Well, that was a bust..." Eden huffed.
"I told you it wasn't going to work!" Sam hissed at his brother.
"Yeah, Fred's traps never work." Dean commented. "Daph! Plan B! Operation Bookworm is go!"
Eden ran to the washing machine, freeing the two boys and Scooby.
"Come on." Sam whispered, grabbing her hand.
They broke off into a run with the ghost hot on their tail.