I made it back to the diner but the two were nowhere to be found. I curled my fingers into my hair at my own stupidity.

"Great. The two adults who have ever seen me and I lost them" I sighed. It was almost nightfall which meant I would have to give the signal to the gargoyles and ghouls soon.

I trudged my way towards the town cemetery, the setting sun casting shadows my way. When I got there I headed towards where I remembered placing a gargoyle. I knitted my brow in confusion when it wasn't there. I looked around the head stones but it was nowhere in sight, but I had known for certain that's where I'd left it.

"Ahhhh!" and ear piercing shriek resonated through the cemetery. I flinched and swung my head towards the source. It was coming from the mausoleum. I sprinted over to it, jumping over the tomb stones, and my dress fluttering behind me. I burst into the stone crypt where the strangled cries came from. My eyes opened in horror at what I saw. My gargoyle was attacking a teenage girl who had apparently snuck in there.

His talons grasped at her clothes and hair, and his distorted face tore at her shoulders. The girl desperately tried to protect her face as she curled into the fetal position. I spotted bleeding gashes all over her.

I snapped out of my daze. "Gargoyle!" I yelled in terror, "Stop! Get away from her!" I lunged forward and tried to grab at its fleeting wings. It swung a clawed paw and got me on my collar bone making me wince.

In hysterics I used my most unassailable voice, "I command you to GET AWAY FROM HER!" It whipped its head around at me and let out a snarl. It shoved away from the girl and floated in the air between us. We made locked eye contact. Anger boiled up from my gut and I could feel the air still. My hair stripped away its usual brunette and became black as night. My eyes earned a tint of red. I swiped my right hand through the air, never losing eye contact with the beast I had created. The gargoyle began to liquefy into the mud from which it was molded. Its face dripped away then it all splattered onto the cold stone floor.

I looked at the poor cowering girl covering her face on the ground. That's when I felt a forceful hand on my shoulder shove me. My breath was knocked out of me as I hit the hard wall. I looked up at my assailant, prepared to fight, but my mouth hung open. It was the man from the diner, Model. And Moose was there too. Moose glanced at me then headed to the girl.

I was aware of the dagger that Model held at my throat. His eyes were filled with pure hatred.

"I knew something was off about you." He sneered, "So what in the hell are you? A witch?"

I pressed my hands flat against the wall. "W-wh- n- no. I-I'm not a witch"

"Well than what?" He raised his voice.

"Dean" Moose directed toward Model.

"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked sounding aggravated, never taking his eyes off of me.

"We need to get her to a hospital", Sam motioned towards the teen, "We can interrogate her", he motioned to me, "later."

Dean was silent for a moment, "Fine" before I knew what happened he had hit me over the head, plunging me into darkness.

I woke up to a throbbing in my head. I could feel a trickle of blood ooze its way down the side of my face. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I realized was that I was restrained in a chair. I was too surprised to struggle.

"Look who's awake" My head shot up and I saw Dean. They had brought me to some rundown factory of sorts. I remember passing by it when I made my run through the town.

"What's going on" I asked.

"Oh like you don't know" He raised his eyebrows mockingly.

"Know what?", a bit of anger seeping into my words.

"Cut the crap" he said walking a few steps forward. Sam walked into the room. He stood next to Dean.

"Look we just want to know what you are, and why you're doing what you're doing" Sam stated.

I shook my head, my mouth open slightly, "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Dean gave a half laugh and rolled his eyes. "This is shit" He pulled out the dagger.

"Hey woah woah" I struggled against my restraints. "J-just wait one second. How the hell can you see me?"

The two men stopped and glanced at each other.

"What do you mean" Sam asked.

I was silent for a moment, "Well it's just that people can't see me"

"And why is that" Dean questioned.

I looked between both of them, "Because I'm the spirit of Halloween"