"Alright, Prepmeister Fred, what's your plan?" Dean asked.

"We should all split up and search the house for clues," Fred replied.

"That's the plan?" Cass question.

"Mnh-mnh," Dean shook his head disapprovingly.

"I-I don't think we should separate," Sam added. "It'll be easier for Dean, Ellie and me to keep you safe if we're all together."

"Really, Sam? I wouldn't expect such a big, broad-shouldered fella like you to be as chicken as Shaggy," Velma placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. "No offense, Shaggy."

"Like, none taken," Shaggy replied, he and Scooby peeking out from behind a suit of armor.

Sam pulled Dean and me aside.

"If this is a real ghost, these guys are in trouble. We can't let anything happen to them."

"Exactly. So, for now, let's follow ascot boy's lead," Dean hurried over to Daphne. "I call team-up with Daphne!"

"Great! It'll be just the three of us," Fred grinned at him and Dean scowled.

"Sam, Ellie, and I will check the attic," Velma announced, then turned to Sam. "I mean... unless you're too scared."

"What? N-no, I-I'm... Let's check the attic."

"Like, man, I guess that leaves me and old Scoob with you, Castiel," Shaggy said.

"Wonderful. I once led armies, and now I'm paired with a scruffy Philistine and a talking dog."

All three groups went their separate ways. I hung back, letting Sam and Velma go on ahead of me when we got up to the attic.

"So, I guess this is your first mystery," Velma stated. "So if you could keep those giant linebacker shoulders from knocking over any clues, that would be great."

"Why do you keep talking about my shoulders?" Sam asked.

Velma gulped, pulling on her collar as she blushed behind him.

"Oh, I, uh, huh. Uh..." she stammered.

Sam wasn't paying attention, shining his flashlight around the attic. Velma looked back at me helplessly and I gave her a nod of encouragement.

"Aah!" Sam cried out, startled as the light flashed over a mannequin.

He fell down, a can falling on top of his head and I giggled.

"Maybe that was the ghost," Velma teased.

"Look, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but-"

"Sam," I hissed, trying to cut him off.

"-ghosts are real," he finished, ignoring me.

"Huh?" Velma asked.

I facepalmed as Sam continued to talk.

"Ellie, my brother and I, we hunt them, along with werewolves and vampires and demons and... We've saved the world. A lot."

"Look, Sam," Velma laughed, "the simple fact is monsters are nothing more than crooks in masks- usually unscrupulous real estate developers."

"One, there are way better real estate scams. And two-"

"Hey, look! A clue," I cut Sam off, drawing the pair's attention.

My flashlight was illuminating a toy chest with a stuffed bear, a jack in the box and some blocks sitting on top. There was a black goo all over the box and on the floor in front of it.

"That's strange," they chorused.

"I guess we all noticed that these toys are the only things up here that aren't covered in dust," Velma stated.

"Actually, we were noticing this," Sam corrected, touching the black goo. "Ectoplasm. This gets left behind by ghosts."

"Oh, stop already. You can't really believe in ghosts."

Sam gave me a look, and I sighed. However, just as I opened my mouth to defend him to Velma, the toys started to glow purple and levitate out of the box, hurling themselves at the three of us.

"Oh!" we cried out, rushing toward the door.

"Told you," Sam said.

"Aah! It's not a g- It's probably just Christmas lights and- and fishing line," Velma tried to reason.

The door slammed behind us as we hurried back down from the attic.

⁘

Everyone ended up reconvening in a large room downstairs.

"We have to stop this ghost," Fred said.

"We almost did," Daphne added. "Dean had him by the thigh."

"What?" I quirked an eyebrow at my husband.

"I almost caught him. That's the point."

"Guys, come on," Velma groaned. "For the last time, there's no such thing as ghosts."

"Oh, by the way, Sam told Velma monsters are real," I hissed to Dean under my breath.

"He did what?!"

Dean was saved from having to explain the outburst to the group as the temperature dropped in the room, Velma's glasses frosting over.

"Oh, no!" she cried.

The lights flickered and the windows frosted over as well as a banging noise sounded on the other side of the door. It slammed open, revealing the ghost on the other side.

"That costume looks really.... real," Velma gulped.

"I'll get him!" Fred volunteered.

"Fred, don't!" I yelled.

Fred ran at the ghost and was thrown across the room, hitting a sculpture and falling to the floor.

"Uhh," he groaned.

"Fred!" Daphne cried.

She and Velma were levitated into the air and pinned to the wall while still in the air.

"Like, that's our cue to get out of here!" Shaggy said. "Aah! Run!"

He tried to run off, but was held in place. With a flick of its wrist, the ghost flung Shaggy out the window.

"Aah!"

"Shaggy!" Daphne yelled.

Sam looked around the room, tossing Dean one of of two large candle holders.

"Dean! Iron!"

Tossing the candles aside, the Winchester brothers swung the holders at the ghost, lodging them in its back. Purple sparks emanated from its back, and as the sparking continued, the ghost cried out as if in pain and then disappeared in a flash of purple light. The candle holders dropped to the ground. The lights turned back on as Fred stirred and Daphne and Velma fell toward the floor, Dean catching Daphne while Sam caught Velma.

"What just happened?" Fred asked as I helped him up.

"Where's Shaggy?" Scooby asked.

"Over here!" Shaggy called from outside the window.

We all hurried over to see Shaggy hanging from a metal beam from the balcony, the beam swaying back and forth.

"Like, little help?"

Suddenly, the beam gave way and Shaggy began to fall toward the ground.

"Shaggy!" Scooby cried.

Scooby ran toward the window, jumping out to grab Shaggy's foot. Cass followed him out.

"Scooby!" Cass and Dean both cried.

We watched as Scooby grabbed Shaggy and then Cass grabbed Scooby's tail.

"Come on!" Dean said.

We all hurried down to meet Cass, Scooby and Shaggy outside. Shaggy was on the ground, moaning and holding his arm. Daphne ended up tying her and Fred's ascots together to form a sling for his broken arm. The Gang had a mini mental breakdown when we ended up telling them all the truth about ghosts and monsters, but then Dean ended up talking them down.

"Let's do it!" Fred cried.

"But how?" Velma asked. "We don't know the first thing about real ghosts. We don't have the proper tools or weapons."

"That's okay," Sam replied. "We do."