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"Lisa, look at me," I said to the sobbing girl in front of me. After I had rescued Lisa from whatever was in the forest, I had helped her back to the camp. We were currently beside the Impala in the staff parking lot waiting for Sam and Dean. Lisa had started crying the moment we had made it to the car and she could comprehend what had happened.

She raised her eyes to mine; her face was drenched in tears and the area around her eyes was puffy and red.

"It's okay," I said, raising my hands to hold her face. "It's okay. It's all over now, and you're safe." I reassured. She nodded in little jerks and took a deep breath.

"Good." I said, nodding slowly. The last thing I needed was a passed-out teenager. "You want to sit down?" I asked, and in reply she slipped down against the side of the car, hugging her knees to her chest.

I turned and saw two figures walking towards us in the parking lot. My body automatically tensed up, but then the light from an overhead street light in the lot caught their faces and I sighed in relief; it was only Dean and Sam.

They were making their way slowly across the parking lot, but when they saw I wasn't alone they walked faster towards the car.

"What happened?" Dean asked as Sam walked over to Lisa and crouched down next to her. "Are you okay?" He asked her quietly, and she nodded.

"You won't believe me." I said, and it was probably true.

"There are a lot of things out there that people don't believe in," Dean started, "and you know they're real. What did you see?"

"We got attacked in the woods," I explained, "by a goblin."

"A what?" Sam said, standing up and walking over to where Dean and I stood by the trunk of the car.

"It's what I saw," I replied, "I'm sure of it."

Dean leaned up against the trunk, his head tilted back. "What are we even up against here?"

"That's not even the weirdest part," I said, "After I pulled Lisa away from it, it just vanished." Sam looked down at me, his eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

"Vanished." He repeated.

"Into thin air." I finished. He and Dean exchanged a glance.

"Was there anything else?" Dean asked, and I was about to say no when Lisa spoke up.

"The story." She said, and we all turned to her.

"What?" I asked.

"The story at the campfire." She explained. "It was about a goblin."

I didn't know what to think. Surely that couldn't be a coincidence, but I still had no idea what exactly was causing everything to happen.

"I think I know what it is." Sam said, breaking the silence.

"Please tell," I said, desperate for answers.

"Actually, I don't know why we didn't figure it out before." He stated, "It sounds like a Trickster."

"A what?" I asked, and saw Dean gave a little nod from beside me.

"Trickster," Sam explained. "An immortal being that can create manifestations."

"We've been up against one before," Dean said, rolling his eyes, "that was fun."

"How do we stop it?" I asked, and Dean turned to pop open the trunk of the car. He pulled out a wooden stake.

"Stake dipped in the blood of one of its victims," He explained. "Stab 'em right through the heart."

I turned to see how Lisa was taking all of it in, and found that she had stood up and was looking warily at the sharpened wood in Dean's hands.

"Who are you?" She asked quietly, her eyes wide with shock.

"We're hunters, Lisa," I explained. "We go after things like this. Things like the one that killed those counselors, like the one that tried to take you."

She still looked unconvinced, so I went on.

"You have to trust us," I stepped towards her, extending my hands to show that I wasn't going to hurt her. "we're here to help you and everyone else at the camp."

Slowly, she nodded. "I believe you." She stated.

"Thank you." Sam said to her, and then turned back to Dean. "Where are we going to find the blood?" He asked. "They buried the counselors last week."

"Maybe I could help," Lisa said, and once again we turned to her. She had raised her arm up, and I could see that there was dark liquid trickling down her skin. I walked over to her, taking her arm and examining it. "That thing managed to scratch me when it grabbed me."

"Why didn't you tell me you got hurt?" I scolded.

"I couldn't talk right," She replied, giving me a nervous laugh.

"Here," Dean said from behind me, and I turned around to face him. He was holding the stake in one hand, and the med kit that we kept in the car in the other. I took the stake first, holding Lisa's arm steady as I carefully spun the wood in her blood. After I had gotten it thoroughly soaked, I handed it back to Dean and took the med kit from his outstretched hand.

"The only question now is who it is." Dean said as I made Lisa sit down on the gravel and opened the med kit. I looked up and met her eyes. We both knew who it could be. It was the only logical answer, really.

Blair.

I couldn't believe how ignorant I had been. Of course it was her. The weird magazine that she had been reading with the creature on it; it must have been a tabloid. How else would she have come up with such a way to kill the counselors? She had needed a story that no one would believe. And the way that she had acted when we had talked about the counselors dying, she had hesitated in answering me because she knew that both the victims were excellent swimmers.

"She wasn't trying to kill us because we didn't do anything wrong." I said to Lisa, and the boys stopped to look down at us. "She was only trying to scare us off because she knew we were on to her."

"Who is it?" Sam asked.

"The other counselor at our cabin," Lisa said.

"It's got to be her." I finished. "She's the only one that makes sense."

"Then let's kill her." Dean stated simply.

"No," Sam said, "not yet. We need to know for certain whether or not it was her."

"Then we do it tomorrow," Dean said. "We'll know by then." Sam and I nodded.

"What about tonight?" I asked, referring to having to go back to the cabin with a potential murderer, "What are we supposed to do?"

"Just watch her, see what she does." Sam explained. His eyes squinted in confusion, "It seemed like there was something else, a way to distinguish if someone was a trickster."

"They love candy," Dean said, and Sam nodded in agreement. "Can't stay away from the stuff,"

I nodded and then returned my focus to Lisa's arm, remembering how I had seen Blair eating a candy bar when I first got to the cabin. After I had cleaned up the shallow scratch and put a gauze patch over the wound, I stood up and then helped Lisa to her feet.

"Do we have to go back?" She asked, and I nodded solemnly.

"We can't let her know that we know it's her," I explained. "It's okay, I'll keep you safe."

She nodded, and then I turned back to the boys.

"Be careful," Sam said.

"You too," I replied, looking at the two of them. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." Then, after a final glance, Lisa and I started on our way back to the campfire, leaving the boys standing in the parking lot.

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