Danny was back in the panic room for the night, trying to get some sleep. He didn't want to go back in, but Dean made him.
It was around 12:30 am and it was only Sam and Dean awake. "Okay, so what the hell is going on with that kid?"
Sam shrugged, "No idea. I don't think he knows either."
Dean sighed. "Look, Sammy, I know you empathize with this kid, but if he's going dark side and he doesn't have any control over it." He didn't need to finish the sentence.
Sam nodded. "I know. I know, Dean. We take him out. But we have to at least give him a chance first, we can't just assume the worst right off the bat."
Danny couldn't get any sleep. He wasn't very tired and he was afraid of nightmares that he knew he would surely have. So, instead, he sat on the bed and listened to any sound that caught his ears. After a while, he heard Sam and Dean talking. They were talking about him. He figured they thought that he was fast asleep by now and frankly, he should be. Danny's mouth gaped slightly when he heard the words, "take him out". On one hand, dying seemed like a pleasant release that he was longing for. On the other hand, if he was going to die it wasn't going to be by the hands of those guys, he barely knew them.
Danny got up from the bed he was laying on and walked over to touch the wall of what they called "The Panic Room", he was still curious as to how the wall hurt him. What was in it?
He sat back down on the bed and started to think about the day, more importantly, whatever zoning out thing they were talking about. Also the anger that came then left as fast as it had arrived. Danny was worried. He didn't want to turn into that, he couldn't, and if he did, he was putting these guys at risk.
Danny ran his fingers through his hair, maybe he should just take himself out, before it was too late. He made an ecto-filled snowball in his hand and simply stared at it. It was so temping. But before any further thought could occur, he heard a latch open.
Danny let the snowball dissipate then looked up to see a pair of hazel eyes looking at him through the small window in the door. "Long day, huh?" Sam said. It wasn't really a question but more of a statement.
"Well with all those books I had to sort out." Danny said, something of half of a half-smile tugging on his lips.
Sam opened the door. "I've dealt with many ghosts in my day but never have I met a ghost with powers like you." He said, making friendly conversation.
Danny shrugged, "Guess the ghosts where I come from are a little different," He suggested. Silence filled the room as they had nothing more to converse about. It wasn't an awkward silence but more of… Two friends hanging out kind of silence.
As Danny was roaming in his thoughts, one particular one came to his mind, he looked back up at Sam. "What did you mean earlier when you were talking about demon blood?"
"What?" Sam asked, slightly taken aback.
"Earlier I heard you mention it, what were you talking about?" Danny asked, innocence, no, ignorance in his voice.
Sam walked over and sat on the bed next to Danny. Danny had told them his story so it was only fair that Sam told his in return. "Well it happened when I was six months old. There was a fire." Sam proceeded to tell an intrigued Danny about his life story. About his parents, Jess, the yellow eyed demon, Dean going to hell, even his old addiction. Sam finished his story with getting his soul back.
When Sam finished, Danny had absolutely no idea on how to respond. He just stared at Sam, eyes wide and jaw slightly ajar. "You…" Danny felt guilt plague him. Why should he talk about his problems when these two brothers have been through more than anyone could ever imagine?
Sam seemed to take notice of this and placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. "It's not a competition on who's had it worse. We've all felt pain and that's what matters, it's what we relate on."
Danny nodded. "Thanks." He was silent for a moment before he did something even he didn't expect, he chuckled. He didn't know why but he just did, like it was pent up inside him and he just needed to let it out.
Sam was surprised for a second before joining Danny in on the laughing. It seemed appropriate for some reason. He couldn't explain it, just like Danny couldn't explain it. They just seemed to find humor in their messed up lives.
Eventually the laughing died down and Sam stood up. He smiled as he gave a single pat to Danny's arm. "Get some sleep." Danny gave a single nod, and Sam left the room.
Danny lie down on the bed and with less struggle than before, he fell asleep.
