The rest of the day had been pretty uneventful. Bobby had convinced Danny to stay another night, and Dean had successfully gotten all the flour out of his hair. Speaking of the flour incident, Sam could practically sense Dean planning his revenge, but it had been worth it. Dean had finally shown an emotion other than "grumpy," and Danny had enjoyed the show. Speaking of Danny, the kid had relaxed; he was still careful but no longer paranoid and jumping at every sound. Danny was currently hanging out in the living room, listening to Bobby as he retold tales of Sam and Dean's more embarrassing moments. Excluding the supernatural parts, of course.

"Ya know, I once got a call from Dean's school, saying that the idjit had blown up a toilet." Dean groaned, obviously recognizing the story, and covered his face with one of the couch pillows.

Sam started chuckling at Danny's incredulous expression like his brain was saying, 'No one is that dumb!'

"This idjit," Bobby motioned at Dean with a wave of his hand, "found a firecracker on the side of the road when he was on his way to school; it was some leftover from a party or something, and he decided it would be a brilliant idea to take the damn thing with him to school!"

Sam snorted and earned a glare from Dean, who then proceeded to rebury himself in the pillow.

Bobby, spurred on by Dean's embarrassment, continued, "So genius over here decide to set the damn thing off in the teachers' bathroom. The problem was, it packed a bit more pop than he expected. Suddenly bathroom's flooded, this idjit's suspended, and I'm out 400 bucks for a new fucking bathroom."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I paid you back!"

Danny tried to hide his laughter, but a couple of snorts and giggles quickly gave him away.

Sam couldn't help but smirk at his brother's dilemma, "I still don't know how you thought that was a good idea."

"How was I supposed to know it would break the toilet!"

"Because it was the size of my fucking arm!"

Dean chucked a pillow at Sam's face, but Sam ducked out of the way just as it sailed by. The pillow flew over Sam's head and hit Danny square in the face.

There was a beat of awkward silence before the kid's face broke into a grin. He grabbed the fallen pillow and lunged toward Dean. Before long, the entire living room was a pillow fight warzone.

And while Bobby had been quick enough, or smart enough, to escape to higher ground, Sam was quickly dragged into a pile of couch cushions and blankets.

Oh well. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

And with that, Sam and Dean proceeded to initiate Danny into an old family tradition, The Winchester Pillow Fight.

Alright, fine, Dean had to admit he liked the kid. Danny was an absolute smartass and seemed to enjoy messing with Dean at every possible moment, but he was a charismatic little fucker, and Dean would be lying if he said he didn't see the kid as a pseudo little brother.

Which was weird, seeing as Dean typically took forever to actually tolerate someone, let alone 'like.'

And yet, somehow, after knowing the kid for practically a day and a half, a decent part of which Danny was unconscious, Dean couldn't stop himself from checking in after the kid was in bed.

Sam might be the more social of the brothers, but when it came to being protective, or as Sam would say, "Being a Mother Hen," Dean was king. He had practically raised his little brother so forgive him for having some parental instincts.

After confirming that Danny was asleep, and No, Sam, Dean did not tuck Danny back into bed; the sheets were falling off, and he fixed them so Bobby wouldn't have to; Dean headed downstairs.

He couldn't contain his groan when he walked into the office to see Bobby and Sam surrounded by books and bent over a computer. He had no doubt they had found something, and whatever it was, it was guaranteed to be back for his health and/or sanity.

"What did you find now?" Straight to the point and in typical Dean fashion, maybe they wouldn't notic-

"Done checking on our guest?" Sam had a smirk on his face.

"If by checking in you mean making sure he didn't bolt, then yes, I checked on him."

Sam nodded his head, "Of course." Dean was going to punch that smirk off Sam's face in a minute.

"Cool it, you two. I've found something interesting." Fine, Dean turned to Bobby; he'd beat the shit out of Sam later.

"Before someone interrupted," Sam lowered his head, looking slightly guilty, "I was able to find some stuff out about our new friend. 1. He's from Amity Park, and 2. His parents were ghost hunters."

Dean felt a cold mass settle in his stomach, "What kind of hunters? Like hunters," Dean's use of finger quotes did not deserve that eye roll Sam, thank you very much," or you know, hunters?"

"He never said, so I started doing some research. Turns out Amity Park has its own live-in ghost hunters, Jack and Maddie Fenton." He snorted, "Got a website and everything. The Fenton's also have a son named Danny who recently disappeared."

"But there's a problem." Sam interjected, "I was looking at the Fenton's work. They are inventors and have more than a few screws loose, but their work is solid. Like, it's science, just super weird ghost science."

"Okay..." Dean couldn't really tell where this was going.

"And it seems like they built a portal."

The mass in Dean's stomach dropped.

Sam continued, "They turned the portal on, and everything was okay, other than ghost sightings suddenly increasing dramatically in the area." Bobby snorted, shaking his head, and Dean had to agree. A couple more ghosts showing up in a specific area was a serious problem. Ghosts are one of the most common enemies a hunter can face and the most unpredictable. Intangibility, flight, temperature manipulation, and invisibility were all things ghosts have been known to do, with the more powerful ones being capable of telekinesis, energy absorption, and possibly possession.

Dean was surprised that the Fenton's hadn't wiped Amity Park off the map.

However, it seemed Sam wasn't done yet, "But, about a year after opening the portal, something when wrong. No one knows what happened, but it just suddenly blew up. Jack and Maddie Fenton weren't home, but their daughter Jazz and Danny Fenton's friends Tucker Foley and Sam Manson were. They died."

Dean groaned; he was starting to understand why Danny wanted nothing to do with his family. It was his parents' stupid ghost portal that had killed his sister and best friends, and Dean couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid.

"So, you guys done digging into my life then?"

Sam, Dean, and Bobby as spun to look at the angry, red, and tear-streaked face of Danny Fenton standing in the doorway.

Dean's mind stuttered to a halt, but not before it got out one more thought.

SHIT.