Dean opened Baby's trunk, showing off the arsenal for the Scooby Gang.

"Ooh! Whoa."

"Here, Velma, take this," Sam started to hand her a shotgun.

"Sam, are you crazy?" Dean cried, grabbing the shotgun. "They can't use this stuff. That's a Scooby-don't."

I facepalmed, shaking my head at the lame joke.

"Dean, we gotta do something," Fred told him. "I mean, you guys are amazing!"

"Thank you, Fred," Dean smirked.

"But we can help. We have to."

"*Bleep* right you can," Dean replied, an actual beep sounding and a bar covering his mouth as he swore. "You're gonna do what you do best- build a trap."

We headed inside the mansion, where Fred and the Gang worked on setting up a trap.

"Ahh. That should do it," Fred announced.

"Lay it on me, Freddy," Dean said.

"Well, you see, Daphne's covered all the exits except that one with salt. So the phantom will enter there, tripping the iron chain that'll activate the ax, which cuts the rope that holds the coconuts."

"Where'd he get coconuts?" Sam asked.

"Shh!" I shushed him.

"The coconuts are gonna roll, tripping the phantom, sending him careening down a slide of soap, right into the washing machine which we'll secure with those iron chains."

"And with the ghost captured, we can finally find out what's going on," Sam nodded.

"Now all we need... is bait," Velma finished.

Cass, Shaggy and Scooby ended up being the ones as bait, and everything ended up going according to Fred's plan, only the three of them ended up in the washing machine instead of the ghost.

"I told you it wasn't going to work," Sam said.

"Yeah, Fred's plans never work," I told him.

"Daph, Plan B!" Dean yelled. "Operation Bookworm is a go!"

We all ran in different directions and the ghost started to search for us. It upended a couch in the library where Fred, Velma and Daphne were hiding. Scooby started throwing books at it, and then used a bobby trap book to send the ghost sliding down to the basement where it was trapped in a ring of salt. It tried to escape, but hit an invisible barrier each time.

"That's a salt circle," Sam informed it. "You're stuck."

"Let... me... go!" the ghost cried.

"Happy to, Sparky, soon as you tell us who you really are," Dean answered.

After several more attempts to escape, the ghost sank to the floor and morphed into a small boy.

"It's... a child," Cass stated in surprise.

"Yeah, creepy ghost kid," Dean nodded. "You get used to 'em."

"But... wait," I swallowed. "Why are you trying to kill us?"

"I'm not," the boy answered. "I never wanted to hurt anyone. But the bad man, he makes me."

"The bad man?" Cass echoed.

"His name is Jay."

"The dude from the pawnshop," Dean exchanged a look with me.

"When I died, my soul was tied to a pocketknife. My dad gave it to me. It meant everything. When Jay found me, he used me to...Sometimes, I get so angry I break things, hurt people. But I don't want to. I just wanna see my dad again."

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "It was wrong of him to do that."

"None of this was your fault," Sam added.

"Look, if you get us back to the real world, we can set you free," Dean finished.

"Do you promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to d-" Dean stopped, then continued. "Well, you know what I mean?"

The boy chuckled a little as I peaked back out at where the Scooby Gang were waiting, freaking out.

"We can't leave them like this," I said, looking back at Dean, who nodded.

"Kid, we need a favor," he said.

⁘

After setting things right with the Gang, we reappeared back in the Dean Cave in the real world.

"Okay. That was... something," Sam said.

"That was the coolest thing to ever happen to me," Dean grinned. "And that includes the Cartwright twins."

I raised my eyebrow at him and he shrugged.

"I'll be right back," I said, heading out of the room and going next door.

Maddie and Zep were still in the rec room, but the TV had been turned off and they were playing a game.

"Hey, guys. How's it going?"

"Hey, Mom," Zep greeted me.

"Were you and Dad in Scooby Doo?" Maddie asked.

"What?"

"We saw you, Dad, Uncle Sammy and Cass in Scooby Doo," Zep informed me.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Uh huh. Dad kept wanting to be with Daphne and Velma kissed Uncle Sammy."

I snorted, smiling a little.

"That sounds interesting."

"But were you really in Scooby Doo?"

"Maybe."

Maddie and Zep exchanged a look as I grinned and continued down the hall. I had a surprise for Dean.

⁘

"Not so fast."

Alan and Jay turned as Dean, Cass and I entered the pawn shop. Sam had opted to stay home with the kids.

"Is that a Daphne costume? And is that an ascot?"

I smirked as Dean smoothed the ascot around his neck.

"Yes, yes it is," he replied for both of us.

"Uh, what are you guys doing here?" Jay asked.

"Hey, Alan, your friend here, he's been driving people off their property so he could buy it on the cheap. And he's been using his own personal ghost to do it," I said. "You see, he'd plant the haunted object, then let the ghost go to work."

"Then they would possess something, like a big dinosaur or a perfectly beautiful TV," Dean continued.

"And scare people so much that they'd be desperate to sell," Cass chimed in.

"When we got nosy, he sicced his pet ghost on us," I picked back up.

"But now, that spirit is freed," Cass finished.

"They're lying," Jay looked at Alan. "They're... You think anyone's gonna believe that?"

"No, but that's why we hacked your financials," I smirked at him. "Turns out you're not so big on paying your taxes, are ya?"

"Good enough for Capone, good enough for you," Dean also smirked as police sirens sounded in the background.

We walked out of the pawn shop as the police took Jay away.

"Ha! Velma was right. It was a shady real estate developer after all."

"Here you go," a cop addressed Jay.

"It's not fair! I would've gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids."

Dean gasped, grinning like an idiot.

"He said it! He said the line!"

Changing his voice to sound like Scooby, Dean looked at a spot in the distance.

"Scooby Dooby Doo!"

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Well, I mean, at the end of every mystery, Scooby looks into the camera and he says-"

"Dean, you're not a talking dog," Cass told him.

"I know that. I..."

"Yeah," I snickered.

"No, but come on, I-I do look cool with the ascot, right? No? Guys? Come on, guys. Look, red is my color!"