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A long soak in a scolding hot bath, blankets, & a cup of warm coffee later . . . Dean had regained his normal color, & dawn soon broke over the horizon. Neither him nor Danny had gotten any sleep. Mostly because they were walking on eggshells around each other, & mostly because of the endless rampaging that came from Sam stuffing things into backpacks, satchels, & arsenals. As to why Sam was packing things like he was about ready to skip the next town over confused Danny. Sam & Dean couldn't go anywhere. Hello. Deflated tires! Although, Sam did went out at one point, without so much as a clue where to, & took a while to return. Which left Danny alone with Dean . . .

"Uh . . . Aren't you going to check up Mr. Sasquatch or something?" Danny asked, keeping quite a distance away from Dean. No. Really. Like. He was in the corner of the ceiling posing as if he was freaking Spider-Man.

Dean only sneezed. After that dip in the pool that became a block of ice, Dean had the severe case of the sniffles. He sat on the edge of one of the motel room's beds, with a green blanket over his shoulders, & an iron knife & a pistol at his side, which Danny could only assume were for him. Dean was surfing through the channels of crap TV at one point, but then grew bored, that was also about the same time Danny did too. So bored, in fact, he moon walked on the ceiling. He started believing Sam only tricked him into coming back to the motel room.

Danny then tried to strike up a conversation with Dean. Relentlessly poking him with question after question.

Like:

1. What the heck did they actually do for a living? Hunters were just not all that convincing. Then again. Check out ALL the weapons stored away in their car's trunk that was just . . . plain CREEPY! Maybe they serial killers? Was that it?

2. Did they travel a lot? Or were they just homeless? Seriously. Talk about a couple pack rats. Blankets. Clothes. First aid kits. You name it they got it.

3. Was Dean REALLY the older brother? C'mon! Sam's like, what, 6 ft. something? He was so mature & smart! The guy painfully reminded Danny of his older sister.

Danny's final question was:

4. Where do the charming good looks come from? Was it their Mom's side? Or Dad's side?

This question only caused Dean to chuck the empty cup of coffee up at Danny. Apparently, that was a touchy subject. Hey! At least it was a response.

After a solid hour, completely fed up with the uncomfortable silence, & death glares coming from Dean, it had finally occurred to Danny he was just wasting time! Why did he actually believe these two guys could help him rescue his older sister & the citzens of Amity Park? Danny had saved the entire world once & he sure as heck saved his hometown bunches of times. Why was this any different? 'Cause Mr. Sasquatch said he didn't know what he was up against? PLEASE. Danny's whole world was filled with a bunch of questions that began with WHAT-THE-CRAP.

Danny then takes note of his only two exits. They were a bite sized window which lead outside toward parking lot. His other exit was a door which lead to a bunch of twists & turns before even going outside. Sure. He could've just phased through the walls, or floors, but have you seen the pipe systems? How about the dusty claustorphobic vents? No. Danny has. It was possibly the most disgusting places to phase through ever. Windows & doors would do much better. Okay? Moving on! Dean took a trip to the little men's room. That was Danny's chance to make another escape, but then . . . he flew smack first into an invisible barrier before he even went through the door. It stung. REALLY BADLY. This happened again with the window.

"What the . . . ?" Danny suddenly noticed the white line of powder stuff outside the window's pane. "Salt!"

Well! No worries. He can switch off his ghost powers & dust the dang stuff off. Right? Wrong! Before that even happened, Danny got poked on the spine with the end of a sharp knife.

"Got that right, kid." Dean bluntly said. "Don't even try the whole switching to human, crap thing. You might've gotten past Sam, but you can't fight your way out with me."

"Did it twice already." Danny smugly replied. Looks like he'd have to make his escape through the vents after all. Wait. No. Can't! More burning sensations. FLIPPNG SALT! Such nasty wonders. Apparently all that rampaging Sam did last night was all for show. How did Danny not notice the guy powdering the whole place? He was good. Danny just kept his distance above the ceiling once again.

Realizing something he pointed at Dean, "Ew." Shaking his head. "Did you flush by any chance? Gross dude!" He asks, "Would you also mind telling me how a knife makes sense in this scenerio? Wouldn't you, like, have to get a flipping stool to reach me or something? Maybe you should call up on that tall brother of yours."

A huff. "You'll eventually get fed up being on ceiling, smartass!" Dean says continuously scowling at Danny. "What are you trying to pull anyway? The scary ass baby scene from Trainspotting?"

"Nope! I like it just fine up here, thanks! Away from you. The knife & . . . Yeeeaah. Mostly the knife." Danny nods. " . . . And, HUH?" Dumbfounded. He stared at Dean, confused with his last remark.

"What? Trainspotting?" Dean shrugs. "It's a movie. There's a scene with a dude who's a really bad junkie. Has a withdrawal. Hallucinates a dead baby turning its head fully around on the ceiling."

Danny disgustedly shakes his head.

"No?" Dean scoffs. "Never mind!"

Danny points a green glowing index finger. "See this? This, could potentially hurt you. You're not crazy are you?"

"Where the hell are you getting at?"

"DRUGS ARE SERIOUSLY BAD FOR YOU! THAT'S WHAT!" Danny accidently shot the green off his finger, it almost got Dean good on the side of his head, but he dodged it in time, & the tiny shot poked a perfect melting hole through the window. This caused Danny to, overexert his ghost powers, & fall head first onto Dean. The ice prank took a lot from him last night, also hovering around all morning, & not to mention the moon walking. Great. This is just. GREAT.

"Get off me!" Dean exclaimed. "What is wrong with you?!"

"Everything!" Danny groaned.


This is the point of beyond absurdity.

Sam wasn't so sure what happened after he got a new set of tires for the Impala, but the moment he stepped back into the motel room . . . he got hit with an avocado. This wasn't a weak toss or a short throw, mind you. This was a straight up shot from a bazooka. It hit Sam so hard in the jaw it sent him flat on his hide, nearly taking the wind out him. If you thought he didn't get hurt, best think twice. Sam thought he chipped a tooth because he swore he tasted quite a bit of copper. Last he checked, avocados were squishy, & tasted good on burgers, & sandwiches. They weren't a freakin' murder weapon! When Sam gathered his senses he caught his breath. The entire room was rearranged into a war zone. The beds were turned to their sides, lampshades & frames of cheap looking paintings on the walls were all crooked, the mini fridge was open (so were a couple of fancy bottled beers), & . . . oh brother. COME ON! Who threw the TV through the bathroom door? What the hell happened?

After Danny fell from the ceiling, he & Dean had gotten into a little heated argument about how they couldn't get along. All the crud he went through with the Winchesters. Enough was enough! Danny was determinded to storm out of their clutches with or without ghost powers once & for all. Of course things were never in Danny's favor. One thing led to another as Dean snatched Danny by the arm refusing to let him leave. Freaked out, Danny's only instant reaction was to throw a punch . . . & yeah it got pretty hairy from there.

Surprisingly no one drew a single weapon from the arsenals. No one was severely hurt. Nothing was burnt to a crisp, (well aside from the window which had a melted hole for some reason . . . ?), & no one had filed another couple of dozen complaints to the manager yet. The door was wide open, however, & there were a few passing stares. Danny & Dean were bickering so loud, the stares became more like an awkward gawking. Sam only regarded them with a sheepish bruised up face explaining how his older brother had a severe case of insomnia & that their 15-year old cousin was cranky more or less because he hadn't gotten any breakfast yet. Sam then closed the door of the motel room & then things got serious. Sam stomped his way toward Danny & Dean who grew seriously quiet when he stood over them with a really solid annoyed look.

"Avocados. Really?"


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