"Ugh!" I groaned as I regained consciousness. "Where am I?" Looking around groggily, I tried to touch my forehead, only to be restricted by ropes tying me to the chair.

"What in the name of God are you?" A gruff voice asked. I turned my head and saw spiky hair and a leather jacket.

"Since you asked I take it you won't believe me if I said human," I stated.

Leather boy laughed darkly. "Got that."

"Well, I am," I said. "Sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?" A different voice asked. I turned to him, he was frowning under his mop of hair and holding a leather bound journal.

"You wouldn't believe me," I told him, eyes flashing dark green.

"Dean," Mophead said. "I've never seen that before, black or yellow sure, never green."

"What do you mean Sammy?" Dean asked.

"He means I'm not a demon, Dean," I answered him. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Then what are you?" Sammy asked.

"Like I said, you wouldn't believe me."

"Try us," Dean said.

"Okay, if you wish," I said. "I'm a witch, a demigod, a Halfa and a time traveller." At this I looked around. "I take it this is 2005, America?" Dean blinked.

"Er, yeah," Sam, I get the impression he doesn't like being called Sammy, said. "2005, America. What time are you from?"

"January 2014," I replied.

Dean glared at Sam. "You tellin' me you believe her!?" He snarled. "Sam, she could be anything?"

"Come on Dean," Sam said. "We've come across stranger."

"Wait a second!" I said looking between the two. "You're the Winchesters, right?"

"Yeah..." Dean replied, cautiously.

"Oh dear," I said.

"Oh dear?" sam repeated.

"You two are about to run into my aunt and uncle, and I need to get out of here!" I exclaimed. Looking up I groaned. "What did you have to trap me for?"

"If you're not a Demon was a Devil's Trap stop you?" Dean asked.

"I said I was a demigod," I reminded him. "I'm a child of Hades, King of the Underworld, Ruler of Hell. That's why a Devil's Trap holds me."

Sam interrupted the impending glaring session and said, "Who are your aunt and uncle?"

I broke off from glaring at Dean and turned to Sam. "Jack and Maddie Fenton," At the blank look I got from both of them, I added. "They're ghost hunters in Amity Park."

"We're nowhere near Amity Park!" Dean exclaimed.

"No, but they're tracking something," I told him. A fire ran over my hair as I shifted nervously.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Sam asked.

"Just hang on," I said closing my eyes. With a lot of concentration, I made myself, the chair and trap invisible. And just in time too, as the Fentons, with little Danny and Harry trying to be helpful, burst in at that moment.

"There's a ghost somewhere in here!" Jack boomed.