Danny didn't know why he had answered Sam's question. He didn't need to know about Danny's life, and his parents wouldn't find him here. The main reason Danny's parents wouldn't find him is that the minute Danny saw his chance, he would get out of here. Danny was happy to be back on Earth, but that didn't mean he would let his guard down. While the chance of his parents stumbling on him is slim to none, Danny couldn't risk them catching wind of a 'ghost-boy,' or he would be in big trouble. While the scrapyard seemed safe for now, Danny couldn't shake the feeling that he had to keep moving.

Dean came in with two beers in hand and a water bottle. He tossed the beer to Sam while striding over to Danny and plopping the water down in his lap.

"Who's after you?" Dean's voice was even gruffer than before.

"What?" Danny swung his head to look at Dean.

"I heard you and Sam talking. So who's after you?"

Danny shifted and glared at Sam, who looked slightly guilty. He must have known Dean could hear them from the kitchen.

"It's none of your business."

Dean glared. And Danny had to admit Dean was kind of scary, but he wasn't going to back down, not today.

"Fine."

Dean seemed to realize that he wouldn't get any more information from Danny and stood up. Danny downed his water as he watched him leave. Bobby came trudging back into the room, "You done?"

Danny nodded.

"Alright." Bobby nodded, "Think you can help me clean up the lot? Looks like a damn junkyard." He noticed Danny's confused stare, "I'll pay ya in food and a place to stay."

Danny jumped up, "What do you need me to do?"

The kid was a hard worker. He had been happy lifting, cleaning, and moving anything Bobby asked him to. Frankly, Bobby wouldn't have minded having Danny around all the time. Taking care of the shop and being the primary source of information for multiple hunters was a lot to handle on your own. The problem was that the second the kid was back in top shape, he would bolt. It was just a question of when.

Bobby would be lying if he said he didn't like the kid. Danny reminded him of his boys; intelligent, sarcastic, and apparently studying Dean's method of using 'puns.' Bobby shivered; the last thing he needed was another Dean.

Puns aside, he was a good kid. So, when he called Danny inside for a break, he decided to try and learn a little more about the kid.

Danny jogged back to the house before sitting heavily on one of the kitchen chairs. Bobby tossed the kid a water bottle before bending down to get a beer from the fridge. Danny was tired, but he seemed happy, obviously enjoying the work.

"Danny," Bobby grabbed a bottle opener from the counter, "Where you from?"

"Amity Park. Why?"

"I'm curious. You are living in my house. Didja like it there?"

Danny smiled, and his eyes softened in a way Bobby had yet to see, "Yeah, it was awesome! I had a pretty okay time there. Even though-"

Bobby arched an eyebrow as Danny cut himself off. There was a beat of awkward silence before the boy started again, "Everyone thought my-"

Danny paused, "My parents were crazy." He finished with a half-smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

That's interesting. Maybe, Bobby could get a bit more info from the kid before he decided to shut down, "Now, why the hell would anyone think that?"

Bobby half-expected the kid to go on a tangent explaining how unfair -or fair- the town's assessment was; instead, Danny had a sad, almost lost look in his eyes. Danny snorted and sat up straight, refusing to look at Bobby, "They were ghost hunters."

"Huh."

Bobby honestly didn't know where to go from there. But the kid was talking, so maybe just a little more-

BAM

BANG

"Dammit, Sammy!"

...

BANG!

Suddenly, Sam bolted into the kitchen, wearing a massive shit-eating grin. Dean was in hot pursuit, half-dressed, hair still wet from the shower, globs of flour stuck to his hair and face.

Bobby sighed as the brothers dashed out of the house, Dean intent on 'thanking' his brother for his 'gift.'

Danny jumped to follow, laughing, "Run, Sam, Run!"

Bobby looked outside to see Dean tackling Sam and dragging him to the ground, Danny laughing hysterically as Sam faceplanted. Bobby ran his hand over his face, chuckling. His boys always had terrible timing, but it was still good to see Danny laugh.

They would just have to finish this conversation later.