A/N: This is after Phantom Planet and in season one of Supernatural after Dean learns of Sam's visions, John is not in story until later. All reviews are
welcome thank you I hope you enjoy.
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infringement is intended, this is written just for fun and pure enjoyment of the reader.
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Chapter 3: Confessions
After Danny was out of the shower and dressed in some of Dean's old clothes, Dean asked him again about his age.
"You don't look 16," Dean said, "you look more like 14."
"Well I'm 16," Danny stated, "I'm just small for my age, always have been."
"Sounds like Sammy here," Dean said elbowing Sam, "he was small too, but now look at him, he's a saskatch."
Both Dean and Danny laughed while Sam shot Dean a glare.
"I think we should figure out what we are going to do about this demon problem in this town." Sam said. They all sat down at the table, Sam opened his
laptop and looked up the demon omens once again. Dean passed around some sandwiches and they buried themselves in research.
Danny was mostly quiet as he listened to the brothers talk about their strategy. They were pretty sure that the sheriff was a demon, so they were going
to sneak into the sheriff's office to place some devil's traps, and figure out its motive.
It was still kind of a shock to Danny that demons existed, even though he had seen a lot of unexplainable things in the ghost zone, he should be used
to these kinds of things by now.
"What do you think Danny?" Sam asked.
Danny was snapped out of his thoughts back to reality. Both brothers were looking at him, waiting for his input.
"Well," Danny said, "my specialty is ghosts. I've only came across a demon once, but my father fought it off." That last part was hard to say, he didn't
want to think about his parents, it made him both angry and sad.
Sam and Dean seemed as if they hadn't noticed the strain in his voice when he said that.
"Do you remember what your did?" Dean asked.
Danny shook his head and said. "My mother was shielding my sister and I, so I couldn't see."
As soon as Danny said that he regretted it, because then he thought of Jazz. He turned his head as his eyes threatened to spill over with tears.
"Danny?" he heard Sam ask, "are you alright?"
Danny tried to suck it up and pull himself together, but it didn't work.
"Excuse me." Danny said getting up and running to the bathroom. He locked the door and turned around hugging himself, trying to hold it all in.
As tears slid down his face, Danny slid down against the door. He buried his head into his arms and let the gate open once again.
He wanted to go home so bad, but he couldn't. His parents hated him. If he went back the would probably tear him apart molecule by molecule.
He was sure Jazz, Sam and Tucker missed him as much as he missed them.
What was he thinking staying with supernatural hunters that could probably kill him the second he turned ghost.
He knew he couldn't go ghost anyway, because he was still too weak from the previous day and night running away from his life.
He jumped when there was a knock on the door.
"Danny, are you okay?" It was Sam. Danny didn't say anything hoping his silence would make the taller brother go away, but when your Daniel Fenton
nothing turns out the way you want it.
"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" Sam asked through the door.
"No," Danny managed to croak out, "not yet."
"Ok," Sam said, "just know Dean and I will be here to listen."
Danny heard him walk away, and even though he didn't want to, his sensitive ghost hearing picked up Sam and Dean's conversation.
"Did you see how fast he took off when he talked about his family?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam said, "something must have happened to his family."
"Well I told you we have to find out about his family and why he ended up in that alley, half soaked to death."
"We can't right away," Sam said, "did you not just see what happened?"
"Yeah," Dean said, "I saw, I'm just saying we need to know."
It was quiet again and Danny figured they had gone back to the research, but then Dean spoke again.
"Maybe we should call Dad." He said.
"Why?" Sam asked, "we can't get a hold of him as it is, and we have no idea where he is."
"It wouldn't hurt to try." Dean said.
"And tell him what, that we found a kid in the alley, that was raised a hunter, but we don't know where his family is?" Sam asked, "he'll probably tell us
to get this job done here and dump the kid off at the nearest orphanage."
"You don't know that Sam," Dean said, "if he thought like that he would have dumped us at an orphanage a long time ago."
"Well dropping us off at Bobby's wasn't far from it." Sam said.
Danny heard a chair scoot out, topple over, some scuffling and then a thump "You know good and well why Dad did that," Dean growled, "we didn't
know about the things that go bump in the night back then, he did it to protect us."
Danny decided it was time to make his appearance again. As much as he hated fighting ghosts, he absolutely hated when people fought, especially
siblings.
He stood up, wiped his eyes, and unlocked the door. When Danny opened the bathroom door, he saw Dean on top of Sam who had him by the front of
his shirt on the floor.
When Danny stepped out both brothers looked up at him. It was an awkward moment as Danny stood there, while Dean got up and pulled Sam to his
feet.
"Sorry you had to see that." Sam said, dusting himself off.
"All siblings fight every once in a while," Danny said, "it's a normal thing."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, it looked like they were having an unspoken conversation. Before the brothers could say anything. Danny sat down
at the table and sighed.
"I heard you guys talking out here," Danny said looking down at his lap, "about wanting to know more about my family."
Sam and Dean sat down at the table and stayed quiet hoping Danny would continue.
Danny decided they needed to know why he ended up in that alley, but he would keep his secret to himself for a while.
"My family consisted of my mom, dad, older sister, and me," Danny started, "as I said before they were ghost hunters, since the town I lived in is
considered the most haunted city in the U.S."
"My two best friends were also ghost hunters, we usually went out and hunted on our own, it was a secret kept from my parents."
Danny looked up from his lap to look at the brothers. They were listening to his story intently so he continued. "My friends and I started hunting when
we were fourteen and we kept it secret for two years, until about two days ago when we help save the world from an asteroid. My sister let it slip that
we had been hunting behind their back, and it ended up in a big fight and they pretty much disowned me, they said I was a disgrace to the family."
Danny couldn't help but cry at this part of his story. Silent tears rolled down his face as he finished.
"Then I ran, hitchhiked, and ran some more until I ended up here, I was too tired to carry on so I passed out in that alley you found me in."
It was a few moments before Sam spoke up.
"What about the white flash I seen before I found you?" He asked.
Danny froze for a second and then quickly asked. "What white flash?" He looked at Dean and then back at Sam. "I didn't see a flash, it must have
happened after I passed out."
'Good cover.' Danny thought to himself, while wiping his eyes.
"Well I'm glad we got all that out now," Dean said trying to lighten the mood, "now can we get over this chick flick and back to the job."
Sam smiled and Danny gave a half hearted laugh. They once again started planning out a strategy to get this demon.
Danny was relieve some that the brothers hadn't pressed for more information, he hated lying to them about what all went down, but in order to keep
his secret a secret it had to be done.
Danny didn't know what this demon hunt would be like but it sure beats fighting ghosts all the time.
Danny then turned his attention back to the brothers and took in as much as he could about this new found world of the supernatural.
But what Danny didn't know was that he was getting into something more than he had bargained for.
