ENJOY ~

Danny was growing bags under his eyes due to the severe lack of sleep. Not to mention a little irritable, & all kinds of hungry. These things which he refused to notify the only company he had. Sam & Dean Winchester. Brothers. Who were very annoyingly handsome, overgrown man babies. They kidnapped Danny, refused to let him go, & now had quite the bit of difficult tasks ahead of them.

They all had to attend to Danny's older sister's distress call. Something was going about in their hometown. They had to kick some serious angsty ghost booty, possibly something worse, to restore Amity Park back to its normal craziness. Not to mention breaking all of that craziness down to their parents. Maybe they already knew, which makes things all the worse. Danny's job was to be the hero, fight the bad guys, protect those close around him . . .

Only it wasn't so simple.

Not when total strangers like Sam & Dean are invovled helping or possibly making things more difficult than they should be. Working together was highly impossible. Considering the fact that neither Dean nor Danny couldn't seem to get along. Not to mention that Danny was completely exhausted of his phantom powers which at the moment he kept ultimately on the down low . . . all of that & the only thing Danny was thinking of before he was swallowed into a deep pit of turnmoil was . . . DANG. Did the cleaning crew must've had a major fit.

The awful thing wasn't so much as getting the nerve to finally sneak out of the motel room. Or the rearranged furniture, or the crooked lampshades & cheap paintings on the walls. Not even the giant hole in the bathroom door made from the TV thrown at it. It was the fact that Dean had the brillant idea of leaving a pathetic tiny note saying that they were sorry & a measly twenty bucks as a very lousy tip. AS IF that made things any better! Danny was about seconds away giving the guy a severe lecture of a lifetime. Using foul language as an added bonus, but then Danny's face immediately fell as they approached a vehicle perfectly parked in the motel's lot. Vintage. Black with a silver lining. Specifically with non-deflated tires . . . & oh yeah. Don't forget the one where he was stuffed in the back of the trunk of!

Danny must've made a pretty bold statement with his awkward overchafing expression. It was a mix of discomfort & disgust. Locked up, getting cozy with dirty laundry a little over a week ago, wasn't his definition of a good road trip. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a heavy clasp on his shoulder. Which nearly made him jump right out of his skin.

It was Sam. "Don't worry." He said. "You can sit in the backseat . . . if you behave." He almost let a slight chuckle escape, that is until he met Danny's severely unamused demeanor.

"SO. Not funny!" Danny scorned.

It was Thursday. The trip from Kansas to Illinois was possibly going to take one or two whole days tops without stopping. Plenty of time in between to get some of Danny's ghost mojo back. Only one problem. Or rather another in the pile of a dozen. That dip in the pool that turned into a block of ice really did a number on Dean. He was sneezing. A lot. That sneezing turned into painfully sounding coughs, & those coughs turned into sniffling snot. Those were the pure signs of a disgusting cold. It was so bad, one of Dean's sneezes made him take a bad left turn down an incoming 18 wheeler. If it hadn't been for Sam grabbing the wheel on time, they would've all been road kill.

Due to a couple of long stops looking for cold syrup (which was the ONE thing neither Dean nor Sam bothered to carry in their multiple set of satchels) at local 24/7 convenience stores & gas stations they couldn't have made it half way across Missouri.

It was early in the evening. They were on their twelfth gas station. Dean was seated on the front passenger seat with his eyes closed & his arms crossed, leaning his head against the window, looking rather feverish, & uncomfortable. Sam had left a couple of minutes ago with a bunch of threats for Danny, which Danny didn't bother to hear a single word of because he was too tired to even come up with an escape plan. He was oddly quiet, slouching in the backseat, glancing every so often at his reflection from the rear view mirror. He almost felt bad for making Dean sick. So much so, it irritated him, & he couldn't help blame himself for both of their misery.

Dean shifted in his seat sensing Danny's gaze, "Why don't you get some freakin' shut eye, you twerp?" He angryily muttered under his breath.

Danny stares at Dean's flushed left ear & then scoffs. "Sleep is for those who haven't gotten hit with inspiration yet."

Between a yawn Dean replies with, "Where'd you get that from? Albert Ein-douche?" He then smugly glares at Danny from the rear view mirror.

"My mom actually." Danny replies back with an utter look of annoyance.

"She must be some woman." Dean snorts.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothin'."

Something then snaps inside Danny & before he or Dean even knew it they were at it like feral cats & dogs once again. Of course this round of foul words goes to Danny. Dean had almost blacked out due to blowing off steam so much, that fever was kicking in pretty badly, & Danny freaked a little. But only for a brief moment. Dean had opened the front passenager door & decided to stretch his legs, & Danny rolled open his seat's window poking a head out. From what he observed, Dean had a slight stagger to his composure.

Danny begrudgingly had to ask, "Dude, are you okay?"

Dean wiped a damp forehead with the back of his palm, "Yeah." He grunted. "Just freakin' dizzy."

Danny then heaves a heavy sigh & says, "I'm sorry." He mutters.

Dean gave an awkward scowl, "What?"

"I'M. SORRY. All right?" Danny loudly repeats. "For almost freezing you to death, for almost blasting you with my ghost ray, but I'm not apologzing for deflating your car's tires."

A rather more confused look took over Dean.

A pause. Then,

"I flipping hate your car." Danny stares back. Another pause. Then, "Like. A lot."

Dean scoffs.

Yet another pause. A good long one this time.

"Look." Danny says after ten minutes. "Can we just agree that we hate each other's guts?"

Dean shrugs. "Very much. Yeah."

"Okay." Danny nods. "Can we also agree that we should just call it a truce for now? There are people in danger & those people aren't gonna be saved if we're constanty butting heads!" Danny steps out of the vehicle, stood, extending a hand to Dean. "So. What do you say?"

Obviously reluctant, Dean knitted a perfectly good eyebrow. "Wait a second." He said. "I ain't fallin' for this, this is another of your damn ghost tricks, right?"

What ghost tricks? Was what Danny would've said if it weren't for Sam interrupting. Sam looked completely afflicted with trouble. For one thing, he was out of breath . . . & another his face was freshly bruised up & bleeding.

"What the heck happened to you?" Danny asked. "Did you have to fight an old lady for the last bit of cold syrup Mr. Sasquatch?"

Dean caught his younger brother before he could stumble to the ground. "Sam?"

"We need to go. NOW." Sam exclaims shoving Dean & Danny towards the vehicle.

"What why?" Danny asks.

Dean obviously had the same question, but before Sam even gave an answer the doors of the vehicle automatically & brutally slam shut. "WHAT THE-"

"Thinking of leaving to so soon?" Shouted a random female's voice.

A group of nasty looking thugs surrounded Danny & the Winchesters . . . . .

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