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The original story yes it is the summary too
Connection: The Winchesters questioned the teen psychic's mysterious connections to the Other Side (or "the Zone", as he called it during rare slip-ups), but they were willing to look the other way if it meant they could seance Bobby's ghost for advice without compromising their "if it ain't human, kill it" mentality.
The Winchesters were driving through the minor city of Amity Park, Illinois on a hunt that they found in the newspaper while staying outside of Chicago. It wasn't much, just a minor salt and burn, and the fact that the "resident ghost experts" couldn't even take care of this simple of a haunting just added more evidence to the Winchesters' belief that the supernatural should never be left to "the professionals".
Although most arguments against that claim don't make it past a simple reference to the Ghostfacers.
They were carrying the shovels to finish packing up the Impala. The graveyard here was inaccessible to automobiles and Sam had been making laps to put the rock salt and kerosene away while Dean filled in the now empty grave. The night was clear and dark and silent, the perfect evening for a nice relaxing mindless hunt.
"You didn't have to kill him. He wasn't going to hurt anyone else." Dean swore and Sam nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice that called out to them, neither hunter having even picked up on the fact that another person was present. Leaning on the ornate gate marking the entrance to the Eternal Garden Graveyard was a dark-haired teenager in a white t-shirt and jeans. His piercing blue eyes were partially covered by the fringe of his hair, but it was obvious from his eye contact that he was speaking to the Winchesters.
"Who the hell are you kid?" Dean finally yelled across, his voice booming with a almost unconfident loudness compared to the boy's conversational tone that seemed to just carry itself across the open space.
"My name's Danny. But that boy's name was Sidney Poindexter, and he was just trying to get back at bullies like those who killed him when he was a student at Casper High. He spent 40 years trapped in that school watching things go on, never interfering before he snapped, but he was trying to gain control of himself again. He hadn't hurt anyone in over a week, and was even starting to manage his obsession by helping the abused without taking it out on their abusers."
"And how do you know all of this?"
"He told me. It's a wonderful thing, what words will do when you actually have the guts to ask questions first and shoot later."
Now it was Sam's turn to look skeptical, "a ghost who had killed two members of the Casper High football team just sat down and told you all of this?"
"Yeah, sorry kid, but normally ghosties aren't really into all that tea time therapy crap." Dean couldn't help but butt in.
"I talk to a lot of ghosts around here. Some are more personal than others, but it's amazing how much they'll share about what they know if you promise to do a couple of harmless favors in the real world. Just a chance to try to talk sense into people they cared about can do wonders for keeping the rage at bay, even if it comes through a third party." The boy shrugged as he stood up, the two movements combining into a single fluid roll of his spine. "Oh well, I'll just have to tell Bobby I did my best."
And he found himself slammed back against the stone wall as Dean crossed the distance at an almost inhuman speed, shovel pressed against the younger boy's throat and a snarl on his face. "Don't you dare mention Bobby like you actually speak to him."
Danny's expression never changed, the stare of those soul-piercing eyes only breaking for a second as he made an unimpressed blink. "You know, I wasn't really sure about the old man's terminology, but I guess he really was justified in saying 'those two idjits might not believe me when I first bring him up'."
The shovel shook in Dean's quivering grip, but the force with which in pinned Danny back never wavered. "...Bobby?"
"I have more proof if you need it. Bobby Singer is more of a need to know person, but when it came to convincing you two that I'm not some insane demon out to kill you, there were a lot of personal details that suddenly fell under need to know."