Sprinting through the dense woods that surrounded the haunted Halloween attraction proved to be difficult. The branches of the trees were being swatted aside as the trio of hunters ran towards the terrorized and agonized scream, almost hitting the person behind them in the face. Mud compacting under their rapid footfalls becoming smushed into the treads of the footwear they wore and again being kicked up with each progressive step forward.

"Wait." Dean said stopping holding his arm out listening. It was silent for a moment,… too quiet. "That's eerie." he said in a low tone, just above a whisper.

Quieting their breathing to listen intently, they stood there waiting for any sort of sound of distress. Be it hurried running, crying, yelling, a gunshot, anything; but it was too quiet.

Dean pulled his gun, unlocking the safety. With a quick look back at Sam and Charlie, he nodded and then took off towards the left.

Sam and Charlie both pulled their own guns and removing the safety with ease. They've done this plenty of times in the past six months that it was routine by now. They'd split up, gun held ready and poised for any attacker, and search the surrounding area before returning where they started. As Sam took off to the right, Charlie headed straight in.

What seemed to be a lifetime later, but was really only about eight to ten minutes later, another terror and agony filled scream sounded through the woods. This far in now, it was heard much more clearly, it was a woman for sure.

Charlie wondered if Sam and Dean heard it as well, but she wasn't about to wait on them. Someone was in need of help, she was going to do her damnedest to help and get them to safety with their lives.

Moving stealthily through the woods, making sure to stay quiet, so as to have the element of surprise if needed, Charlie found the woods getting slightly brighter. Before she knew it, she was coming up on another portion of the attraction with some bright lights, but she wasn't about to put her gun away just yet. Trying to make out what portion this could be, she stared through the thicket at what would seem like a large patch of desert with a macadam road still being made, but nothing seemed to be happening.

'That's weird.' she thought to herself, before hearing that scream again.

It snapped Charlie back into action. That scream was near by, but she must have passed it somehow, because it came from behind her. Aiming her gun higher she started back the way she came. A rustling from the both sides of her caught her attention.

"Who's there?" she called out. "I will shoot your candy asses!"

"Calm down, it's me Char." Dean's voice came to her from her right as his footsteps became more pronounced.

"Sam over here." the younger Winchester said so he wouldn't get shot at.

The scream again pierced through the air causing them to acknowledge that it wasn't from too far away, so again they took off in a run to find who needed help.

Soon enough they came upon a clearing of sorts and stopped. This seemed to be where the scream came from, but no one was there.

Charlie broke the silence, "Where the hell is this screaming coming from?"

"Hel- hello?" a woman's shaky voice asked. Then a young woman's head peered out from the base of a nearby tree. "Is-is he gone?"

"Is who gone?" Charlie asked taking a careful step forward, but the young woman backed off fast, scared out of her mind, only stopping when her back came in contact with another tree. During that quick movement, Charlie spotted a little bit of blood on the side of her neck.

"We're not going to hurt you, we're here to help." Sam said working his puppy eyes.

The young woman looked around at the surrounding trees dreadfully with fear obviously apparent. "He's out there and he's going to kill me." she said, a few tears rolling down her face.

Charlie crouched down to make herself less threatening and asked, "Who?"

The young woman pulled her knees up to her chest and hid her face, sobbing.

Looking back at Sam and Dean, Charlie was wide eyed, asking for Sam to deal with this because this really wasn't her line of specialty. Sure she could do it, but Sam was so much better at it.

Sam stepped forward and kneeled beside Charlie, "Hey, can you tell us what happened? Was it a part of the show?"

"No!" the woman yelled with her face still hid by her knees.

Charlie got up and pulled Dean away so that Sam could work on getting out what happened without the young woman feeling threatened. "Do you have any idea what this could be?" she asked the oldest Winchester.

"Not a clue. It could be anything at this point. Did you happen to see any sign of the mark on…" Dean paused and pointed casually to the back of his neck.

"Not from what I could see. There was some blood on the side of her neck though."

"Alright," he sighed, "whatever it is, is going to make sure it kills her." Dean replied quietly making sure that Sam or the girl didn't acknowledge they heard him. "We have to stay with her until we figure out what it is."

"Yeah, I know." Charlie said looking over at the poor weeping girl, feeling sorry for her. "Man, she is really upset." She looked back at Dean and realized that he wasn't in the very least paying attention to what she said as he was looking, more like glaring really into the portion of the woods they came from. "What?" she asked. Then she too heard it.

There were people coming through the woods here, to possibly get a short cut back to the beginning or just hang out here in the woods. They were laughing loudly and making a big deal about how they were 'cheating the system' by cutting through the woods.

"Come on, let's try to avoid them coming through here." Dean said walking forward.

Once the band of at least 10-15 friends got closer, Dean and Charlie stood in their way.

"Turn around and go back out the way you came." Dean said in his 'I'm-not-taking-your-shit'-attitude.

"Ooooh!" one of the young men said with obvious fake scaredy-cat gestures. "I'm so scared. What's the dude with the leather jacket and his girl going to do if we don't? Huh?"

They noticed that he, as well as a good portion of his friends; were drunk. Charlie was real tempted to threaten about putting a cap in his ass, but that wouldn't go over too well.

"Look they're even trying to scare us away with glares!" he laughed pointing out their faces, then got up in Dean's face. "Think that scares me, Pleather?" he said hitting Dean's jacket.

"Rob, let's just go back." a girl with long curly red hair said pulling on his arm.

"If I were you, I'd listen your girl and head back." Dean said ready to just knock this kid on his ass.

"See, that's where your problem is." Rob laughed and yanked his arm away from the red head pointing at Dean, "You listen to your girl." He again laughed loudly, "A real man makes his girl listen to him. We're going through here and you can't stop us." With his arm now tightly around the red head's neck, he and his buddies passed by Dean and Charlie.

Not wanting to start too much of a conflict, Dean and Charlie followed the group of friends through the woods to make sure that they got to the other side and out of harms way.

When they came across the young sobbing woman and Sam, Rob laughed. "That's real scary! Where's all your blood and shouldn't half of your face be missing?" He directed at the girl, then turned away as she cried some more, "And shouldn't you be in a monkey man costume for Big Foot?"

Charlie stepped forward, "Get the hell out of here, you sorry ass loser!"

"Oh my, I'm so scared!" Rob laughed, but promptly got served with a knuckle sandwich from the female hunter.

"She's been attacked, you moron! Can't you see she's upset?" Charlie yelled at him.

Rob picked himself up off the ground and started off. The red head, whom they'd found was named, Jill yelled after him. "Rob get back here, we can't leave this girl out here like this." But he just continued on his way.

Jill pulled out her cell phone, but there was no signal. Feeling helpless, she said, "I'll send some help out here as soon as I can."

"Thanks." Charlie said and looked over at Sam still consoling the young girl, then Jill left catching up to her friends. "Let me talk to her Sam."

"Yeah sure." Sam said going over to talk with Dean.

Charlie sat down beside her. "So uhh,…I'm Charlie and these two guys are brothers. Sam was just talking to you, he's a geek. Really smart. And then his brother, the shorter one with dark blond hair, is Dean. They're really nice guys. They helped me out in a situation… kinda like this."

The young girl looked up at Charlie. "Really? Did they help you out with something that you never thought could happen?" she asked defensively.

"Yeah, actually." Charlie nodded. "And I've been helping them help others ever since."

The young woman stayed quiet.

"So I saw the blood on your neck. Normally in what we do, I'd ask if it was a vampire, but they look way too small. I have to ask, what bit you?"

The young woman still stayed quiet, but looked as if she was close to telling them.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" Charlie asked.

"Natalie." the young woman said softly.

"Well it's nice to meet you Natalie, though I wish it were on much better terms." Charlie smiled at her. "Look I really do hate to push, but…"

"You want to know what bit me?"

"Yeah."

"Just look up." Natalie said, again hiding her face between her chest and knees.

Charlie was confused, but looked up all the same. "Holy…" she stood up, "Dean, Sam. Look at this."

"What the…" Dean started.

"Is that…" Sam began.

"…baby dolls?" the brothers asked at the same time squinting their eyes for a better look.

There were mutilated and dismembered, sometimes even headless and eyeless; baby dolls hanging among the branches. Some were dirty, burned, painted to look monstrous and demonic. It wasn't the most horrendous sight the hunters have ever seen, but it was certainly one of the creepiest.

"It was Chucky." Natalie sobbed. "Chucky wants to kill me."

"What did this Chucky, look like?" Dean asked, causing Natalie to glare up at him as if he had said it to poke fun at the situation.

"What?" she incredulously asked.

"Chucky, what did he look like?" Dean repeated himself.

"It was a doll! What more information do you need!"

After some more time spent, talking with Natalie about the doll Chucky, his 'Tale of the Tape', and some searching the surrounding woods; Sam found a baby doll lying on the ground with some fresh blood around it's mouth. Fresh or not it's still disturbing.

Then the red head from earlier, Jill returned with the owners and a couple of policemen in tow.

Sam pulled Dean aside as Charlie was helping keep Jill calm. "Dude, there is no way that this can be the Chucky. That was some pissed off serial killer with wicked voodoo skills and bad anger management problems."

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered getting angry, he so did not want to deal with a killer doll that had voodoo skills. He didn't want to deal with a killer doll period. "Okay, so we know that people come here wanting to be scared, don't know if she has the mark, but she probably will pretty soon."

Sam looked far off, in thought.

"Hello earth to geek boy?" Dean waved his hand before his little brother's face, snapping his fingers.

"Most of the victims so far were…" he paused as a police officer passed. "The victims were killed by something from a movie or an urban legend."

"What?" Dean asked, Sam's idea not sinking in just yet.

"Think about it. Electrocution in the psych ward. A headless horseman. Chucky. This cursed item we're looking for might be in the possession of a horror movie buff, someone who follows urban legends, or likes to play on people's deepest fears from movies." Sam rambled out.

"Yeah, well those fears are irrational." Dean muttered out. "Most of all that is all Hollywood stuff is fake."

"Most people out there know it's fake, but don't really want to believe it." Sam countered. "Look it's the only thing that I can think of that connects the killings, besides them happening here at this Halloween attraction."

Charlie came over, seeming worried about Natalie. "We can't leave her alone tonight. She's been through so much already and…"

Suddenly Natalie yelled, "NO! I'm not going into the psychiatric hospital! I'm not crazy! Chucky attacked me! See he bit my neck! He's lying right there!" she pointed at the seemingly harmless, but creepy baby doll.

"Alright Miss, but you have to come with us to the hospital." the police officer said grabbing onto her arm to try and calm her down.

"Let go of me! He's going to find me! No matter where I go! He'll find me and kill me!" she screamed. "I know how he works! He always found Andy! He won't rest until I'm dead, I know too much about his plan!"

Charlie turned away as the EMT's shot Natalie up with a sedative causing her to slump in the police officers arms as she tried to get out some more murmurs about Chucky.


After about three hours in the hospital, lots of coffee, talk amongst the three hunters, and crappy nighttime television, Natalie was released with some prescribed pain meds, sleep, and no late night scary movies. She knew everyone looked at her like she was a quack and just wanted to forget that this whole thing ever happened.

Sam was the one that spotted her leaving rather quickly. "Guys, she's leaving."

Charlie jumped up and followed her out to the bus stop. "Hey, Natalie!" she called out running to catch up with her. "Are you alright?"

"Leave me alone." was her curt reply before turning heel walking down the side walk, intent on getting home by foot.

"I'm just making sure that you're okay." Charlie said, again following her.

Stopping and turning to face Charlie, Natalie said, "Okay? Making sure I'm okay? I'm far from okay! But that's totally fine because everybody thinks I have a mental problem, which I don't!"

"I know you don't." Charlie said calmly. "That's why me and my friends want to help you with this."

"What is this exactly? Huh?" Natalie asked. "Because I'd sure love to know where to send the therapy bill!"

"I don't know exactly what it is, but we're working on it."

"See, you don't even have an answer." Natalie huffed rethinking her judgment. Maybe she really did have a mental problem. "Just leave me alone. I never want to see your or your friends faces ever again."

"Natalie!" Charlie called out knowing it was a lost cause, but that didn't stop her from yelling out, "We can help you! Just let us!"

Natalie didn't even show that she had heard her.


About a half hour later, Natalie walked into her house, not even bothering with turning on any of the lights. She headed straight for the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. Grabbing the bottle of Smirnoff, she took a swig right from the bottle. Tonight was hell on her mind and she didn't want to dwell on it any further.

Deciding last minute on something that she was warned against by the doctor, she greedily snatched her favorite brand of salty chips and plopped down before the television on her couch. Eventually finding what she wanted, she watched Chucky: Child's Play.

She wasn't about to die, damnit. If he wanted to kill her, she was going to fight back. What better research than watching multiple ways that almost killed him before.


The Next Morning:

Charlie woke up with Dean's arm over her waist and him snoring in her ear. "What a lovely wake-up call." she muttered as she got up to go to the bathroom.

She was surprised to see that even Sam was still in bed. Hell, yesterday was a long day. They had just gotten into town, fought for like half the day, and then checked out the Hellion Tour, which lead to being in the hospital for three hours with Natalie…yeah, long day.

Charlie grabbed her duffel on the way and had a much deserved shower. Then finally ready for the day, she went out to get the routinely morning coffee. General rule among her and the Winchesters, first to get up, gets the morning coffee. Feeling a little generous, Charlie also got a dozen of donuts. Half a dozen, two for each one of them is never filling. About to leave the small coffee and donut shop, the local morning paper caught Charlie's eye with the headline of:

"WOMAN ATTACKED AT HALLOWEEN ATTRACTION LAST NIGHT, FOUND DEAD THIS MORNING"

Charlie set the coffee and donuts down to get out the needed 75 cents to get the newspaper from the machine. Then headed back to the motel as fast as she could with her arms full.


A/N - Wow, that took a lot out of me to write that, but I love the way it turned out! Hope that you're still liking it Char!