I really don't have much to say about this. But... dear god, I need to sleep. As of right now it's 5:42 am. I get real weird at this time of night. I mean, I'm always weird, but I get real weird around this time. I'm kinda hopping someone cries over this.

I don't own Danny Phantom or Supernatural.

He was 14. Physically at least. He couldn't remember how old he was now. The last he checked he was 3,059 years old; a millennium and then some. He couldn't stay in his world for too long - it was too painful after his 100th Death-Day.

Of course, he didn't leave the Zone in non-capable hands. Danielle was the Queen, for about two hundred years if he remembers correctly, before handing the title to her son. And so on and so forth.

He was still the apprentice to Time - to Clockwork - and so he still went on missions and the like, but... he couldn't stay. It hurt too much; watching as his family and friends grew up and fall in love and have kids, watching as Sam fell in love with another man and their kids grow - he couldn't even have kids, why did he ever think he could be normal - watching as everyone he loved die.

...

He couldn't stay.

He came back every now and then - even though it ripped his core apart bit by bit - to make sure everything was still going good, that everything was still okay.

And it was.

The Humans and Supernaturals were in peace. There hadn't been a war in over a thousand years and it seemed that it would be in peace for many more. And, Flames above, that was because of him. He was the one stop the fighting, he was the one to bring peace between the Humans and Supernaturals. Every time he thinks of it his core just hums in satisfaction and for once he feels at peace, for just a moment he feels like he could finally die.

But he can't die. And he has tried. Over and over, and now he's just tired.

Tired of ... of ... of everything.

...

He bounces from world to world, universe to universe, doing what he does best.

Saving people.

The first time Sam sees him, he's sitting on the edge of a building and looking up at the sky. Sam had seen a lot of teens up there; it was apparently a good spot to think. He would usually keep walking, but he stopped and looked back up at the kid, because that was what he was - a kid. Black hair that fell into the kid's face, a simple red hoodie, and blue jeans. But that wasn't what made Sam freeze.

No, it was the boy's eyes that made him stop in the middle of the street.

The boy had dead, dead, dead blue eyes.

He had eyes that shouldn't have been in a kids face.

When the kid looked at the ground - so far away, now that he thought about it, oh god - and started to push off the building, Sam lunged forward and cried, "Don't!"

The kid jerked and his head snapped around to look at him. Something like surprise flashing across his face before he smiled. Sad and bitter.

And then pushed himself all the way off the building he was sitting on.

Sam dropped the bags he was carrying and raced to where the boy was. As he watched the boy fall closer and closer to the ground the only thought that went through Sam's mind was, "I can't reach him in time. Oh god, no, please no."

And right as the boy with the dead, dead, dead eyes would hit the ground... he disappeared. Sam slid to a stop in shock and rubbed his eyes.

Looking around he slowly moved back to his bags, picking them he looked around again - even glancing up - only to see nothing. Not a thing.

"Maybe it was a Death Omen. But it reacted to me! Unless someone else yelled something at the exact time I did before... no. It's not a Death Omen. But... maybe I'm still stressed from leaving Dean and Dad. Yeah, that's it. T-that has to be it." Sam licked his lips and glancing around one last time before speed-walking back to his small apartment.

After all, he made sure that wasn't anything supernatural about the town before moving in.

It was just stress making him see things, all he needs is some rest.

Just some rest.

That's all.

The second time was a week before Jessica died. They were walking down the street, holding hands and brushing up against the other. Sam was sure that nothing could ruin this moment, but then, in the corner of his eye, he sees him.

The boy with the dead eyes.

The sight startles him so much that he nearly stumbles.

It's not the kid noticed him or the fact the kid hadn't aged a bit from the last time Sam saw him. It was just, Sam had ignored the fact that he had saw the kid fall to what should have been his death and then just disappear. Sam had believed that his mind had created the boy when he was stressed.

And now there the kid was; walking around with a sucker in his mouth. Like nothing was wrong.

His eyes were still dead, dead, dead, though.

And when Jessica shook his arm he nearly grabbed the knife that was in his pocket and stabbed her. He didn't. Instead, he looked down and forced a smile, "What? I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you."

And she looked up at him with so much concern in her eyes that he relaxed just the slightest bit.

"Do you know that kid?"

And Sam looks back up.

The kid had to a monster, there wasn't any other way he could've lived. And Sam would kill it, send it back to where it belongs. Because nothing would hurt Jessica, even if he has to hunt one more time. Monsters could be killed and that was something Sam would do. Could do.

Sam locks eyes with the monster and his heart stops.

The monster had stopped walking and was now standing in the middle of the sidewalk. The people around it were walking around it, not even coming within a foot of the thing. As Sam watched it stand there in the middle of the crowd, with it's head tilted to the side, the sucker forgotten as it's eyes stared straight at him; he suddenly felt small.

Insignificant.

Everything starts to fade around them, Sam and the monster, but he doesn't notice. Sam has the thing's entire attention on him, and something curls around his heart - something primal. It screams at him run, to run and hide in the smallest space he could find and hunker down. That he needs to get away, because it was dangerous and if he stays around any longer he will die.

But he can't move his legs, he can't even grab his knife.

It felt like the monster was picking him apart, like his soul was being laid bare and that he couldn't do anything about. Something heavy was on his chest and his heart was beating a mile a minute. Nothing was moving around them and there was no sound and Sam couldn't breath!

And then the thing took a step back and dipped his head before spinning around and walking away.

And, just like that, the tension in Sam's body disappeared and he let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He looked down at Jessica and forced another smile, it looked like only a second had passed, which didn't make sense. It felt like years had passed when the monster had stared him down, he didn't know what to do.

He shook his head and said that he just thought he saw someone he knew, and they kept walking in peace.

Maybe he should call his dad and brother.

He never called them.

The next time Sam sees him is years later. Dean is with him and Sam is getting ready to fall into the Cage, when the monster with the dead eyes appeared. He stares and everyone stops and stares back in surprise, Sam can feel Lucifer stop fighting for control as well.

Dead blue eyes flicker from Michael to Dean, from Bobby to where Cas had stood before locking eyes with Sam.

The eyes narrow.

"Well now. You don't belong there, now do you Little Birdie?"

Michael snaps out of his shock and glares at the monster. Sam actually feels a little afraid for the Archangel, he had never been so afraid of an monster before this one with the dead, dead eyes came along.

It's eyes never leaves Sam's and he moves closer.

Sam can't move.

Just like the last time.

Michael and Dean are yelling at the thing as it raises a hand and presses it's palm against Sam's chest. And his heart is pounding and Lucifer has gone very, very still and the creature whispers, "It's alright, okay? I'm not going to let anything hurt you, I swear."

It's eyes are soft and his hand starts to push effortlessly into Sam's chest and he doesn't feel anything, no pain. But he should be freaking out and trying to fight the thing off - and - and -

Sam relaxes.

He can almost feel fingers grab something and pull, and then he feels pain. He cries out, and he can hear Dean curse and try to move towards them, but his eyes never leave the dead, blue ones.

It's hurting him. The thing is causing him pain, but he feels... safe. Like everything was going to be okay, that the boy in front of him was going make sure Sam was safe.

Sam very nearly sobs with relief. He didn't want to throw himself into the Cage with Lucifer for who knows how long. He didn't want to go to hell for a world that took too much and didn't give a bit back. He didn't want to leave Dean, he didn't want to do this anymore.

And the hand pulls out of Sam's chest clutching a bright blue-white ball of light, jerking and trying to get away. And Sam realizes that he couldn't hear Lucifer anymore, couldn't feel him trying get back in control.

Dean grabs his arm and reaches for his gun, and Sam shakes his head.

The boy tilts his head to the side and hums, "You shouldn't have tried to destroy the world, you know? I mean, I did swear to protect it and, well, everything else. But you have made me very upset, Little Birdie."

He pauses for a second, "But I suppose your Daddy never taught you had to play nice, huh? I'll have to teach you then."

And then the boy with the dead, dead, dead eyes smiled.