Danny was used to his barren wasteland. A plane of existence only ghosts can be apart of. A break between reality, and the dead. No living soul can be found.
After years and years as the ghost king, fighting hard to protect his spirits. He failed.
Lost his friends, his family, and he's kingdom.
He was alone. He finally, finally accepted it. Trapped himself in his barren world, wandering the empty streets as days progressed.
Blissfully unaware of what occurred outside his walls.
If his kingdom didn't want to listen to him, if they wanted to follow the road that lead to the end of their afterlife, so be it. He wasn't going to force anyone to do anything.
Imagine he's surprise when he hears him.
An angry short man screaming in the streets at nothing. Danny watched for a bit from the distance, settled on a rooftop.
The man wasn't just yelling. Not in despair and anger. No, this man was challenging him. Calling forth the King.
The King that hasn't existed in centuries. There is no king without a kingdom.
Winchester. Dean Winchester.
Memories of a very similar man flickered through Danny's mind. He hadn't heard that name in forever. Time moved differently here, it felt like ages since he'd last heard that name.
Since he last interacted with hunters.
After the events that accord last time Danny associated with a Winchester, one can imagine he's hesitance.
He's had nothing but peace and silence for so long, the fear of a life without it loomed heavy.
He wasn't going to help. Why would he? It would do him no good, none at all. Danny wasn't connected to whatever it was going on with the living.
Except he was. Because if this Kevin Tran this man is going on about links back to Sam Manson, he'd be damned if he failed her again.
He'd be damned to let anymore of his family's lineage get ruined by the supernatural.