Who: Danny Ketch and Open! What: Venturing out of the apartment after a night of very calm panicking. Where: Starbucks! When: Early morning. Rating: Probably not severe. PG? Will update if it changes. Status: Incomplete
Danny dropped into a booth at the Starbucks with a deeply tired sigh, careful not to jostle the two Styrofoam cups of coffee in his hands. Yes, two. He’d managed to keep himself calm on the internet – it wasn’t really hard to act tough when all you had to do was type – but the truth was, he’d been worried. Very worried. And sure, he’d made some feeble attempts at trying to ferret some information out of the crazy demon bitch, but what else was he supposed to do? He’d made a horrifically stupid mistake by talking to her to begin with, and since there was no way he was leaving his still-sparsely-furnished new apartment and the safety of its salt-lines and halfway decent devil’s trap, he’d figured he might as well try to turn his stupidity into something at least halfway useful.
But he was new at this. Maybe the him from the future would’ve done better, but he was a 19 year old kid with a couple months of experience and a rapidly growing chip on his shoulder. Sure, he was clever, but cleverer than a powerful demon? Yeah, a world of no. Sure, there’d been that thing she said about Meg and Ruby, but he hadn’t really trusted Ruby since finding out she was a demon. He was probably reading too much into that. After all, Dean didn’t seem too worried about it, and Dean knew demons a hell of a lot better than Danny did. So he was…maybe not letting it go, but putting it on the back burner. Maybe he’d start paying more attention to Ruby’s comments and posts on the boards, but that was it.
Right now, though? Right now he stuffed all that into the back of his head. He’d been up all night, too nervous to go to sleep, and he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before thanks to the Ghost Rider. He really needed some coffee, and since it seemed like nothing was going to happen, he’d figured it was okay to slip out for a little fresh air and the much needed caffeine boost. There was a little panicky voice in the back of his head telling him he was stupid and that he should just hole up in his apartment for the next week, but he was trying to block it out. He was supposed to be a big bad hero now, not a panicky little kid.
So he stuffed as much of the jangled nerves and warning bells as he could into the back of his mind, melted into the booth, and started sipping at the coffee.