Danny knew it was stupid. He really did, truly. He just didn't really have many other options, okay?
The moment he saw that sleek muscle car come rumbling into the parking lot of the shady motel, he knew it was a horrible idea.
It was truly the worst thing he could think of, but again, what was he supposed to do?
He was injured, his core struggling to keep up with all the new weaponry he had been hit with. He was aching in places he never thought could ache.
The world was against him, or at least the part of the world that knew about him. The government despised him, and he was only in for more pain and torment if he got caught.
So yes, when he caught the scent of the car. Iron, sulfur, rock salt, and blood... it didn't take a genius to figure out those two large men were hunters.
Now, Danny didn't have much experience with the layman's hunter. The ones that were well spread on every type of creature and not just ghosts.
He also knew that his kind of ghosts were less known by the average hunter. So, he had a shot, right?
Danny might actually have a chance to heal if he can just fly under the radar long enough. If he could keep these hunters oblivious to his presence, than all would be good...
Right?
Right.
So, Danny didn't have much of a choice. He figured it was time he pulled a Technus. He possessed the car. Danny didn't like that word, but that's exactly what he did.
He nestled his core near the engine, a spot he figured would be safe, and spread the rest of himself throughout the frame and mechanics.
And it worked!
...
At least for the first day. He managed to hitch a ride into the next state over. Danny thought he was actually going to get a break.
Listen, Danny wasn't used to hunters being friendly with supernatural beings, okay? How was he supposed to expect the sudden appearance of an angel!
An actual angel! Something he only heard about through Clockwork. Never once saw one, or interacted with.
So when this strange, winged, trench coat wearing man appeared in the backseat of the car, Danny felt. He felt the power and presence immediately.
He felt all his hope drain away the moment the man opened his mouth. The first thing in reference to Danny currently hidden inside the car.
His cover was up. Especially of the way each man suddenly got tensed said anything.
Danny's supposed safe haven might just be his down fall.
Danny shouldn't have said anything, like he really really shouldn't have. But he's at work, and this two hunters are poorly trying to discuss a case without him catching on.
Worse of all, they have their information completely wrong. Seriously, who thinks Shades are ever the real danger?
"I said you guys are looking at the wrong creature." Danny shrugged, standing at the edge of their both. The two hunters were clearly bigger than him, and maybe he was a little worried that he might garner unwanted attention.
But he couldn't let them just harm the poor things.
"We don't know what you're talking about."
Okay, the shorter one definitely has an anger problem. It's fine, Danny's dealt with Argon he can deal with this jackass. The taller one, actually seemed like he wanted to listen to what Danny had to say.
"If you want to waste you're time exterminating all the harmless Shades in the haunt, by all means go for it." Danny bit back, rolling his eyes at the glare he received. "I just figured you'd like to know that Shades' aren't strong enough to affect electricity, let alone kill someone."
Danny paused, glancing over his shoulder as his manager called his name. Right, he was at work, he can't spent all his time educate the two idiots on ghost kind.
"Well I have a job to get to so just, just... next time you talk about a hunt in public, try to be a little more discrete."
The looks and whispers he saw for the rest of his shift made him kind of regret speaking up, keyword being kind of. Danny's made quiet a good connection with every Shade he's come in contact with.
He'd be one lousy Ghost King if he just let people end Shades left and right.
He figured he was free from the scrutiny when the men paid their check and left. He watched the old car pull out of the parking lot, figured he managed to lose their interest.
That was until he was closing up the diner, and was ready to head home. Which is what he wanted to do, planned to do. Until he turned around from locking the door.
The old car sat in the empty parking lot, men standing outside of it, no doubt waiting for him.
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.
