Haddonfield seemed like any other quiet, close knit town. Everywhere was done up for Halloween, ready to welcome all of the trick-or-treaters. Hardly the town that she was told was so on edge about this Myers guy. They made it by the afternoon on the 30th, when the kids were just starting to get out of School, excited that they were just a day away from hauling pillowcases of candy away to get their sugar highs and it was also a Friday night. Dean was excited for Halloween, too, even if he didn't outright say it. But the pile of candy wrappers between them on the seat of the Impala said it all. She opted to leave her Jeep parked, since there wasn't much need for something to go off the beaten path this time, and it didn't seem like a full fledged hunt. But if it turned out to be so, Dean had just about everything they needed.

"You wanna save some for the kids? Or are you just gonna eat it all?" Gin teased, making Dean break focus from the road to look at her, then the wrappers.

"Fuck no, this is my candy. All the little rug rats can go out and earn their candy. We did our time. Now we can just buy it all when it goes on sale." Dean told her as he continued through the intersection, passing the bars and town shops, heading to the neighborhoods. Gin was thankful that his mood had lightened up a little, now that they were topside— not in the bunker. Some fresh air did both of them good, along with the change of scenery. But that still didn't ebb the worry each of them had for Sam, that still hung in the air of the Impala. Each of them would, on their own mental schedule, check their phones periodically, to see if they missed a call or a text, despite ringers and vibrations being on. But there was always that chance that their phone wouldn't go off. And of course it wouldn't when it came to Sam in this situation, it was always their luck.

"Alright, fair enough." Gin chuckled and shook her head looking out of the passenger window, watching the hoses pass by, all adorned with jack-o-lanterns and ghouls. Some were just modest others went all out for a display. It was a nice variety. "Up here on the left, that's her house." She pointed and Dean smoothly pulled the Impala up to the curb, earning a few looks from teens passing by, and a few adults that clearly had an appreciation for the classics.

When they parked, there was a weird tension in the air, but neither of them paid much mind, it was as light as the eyes on the car— irrelevant even. Gin lead the way up the front steps, Dean behind her and she gave a couple of knocks on the oak door. She could hear the footsteps coming up to the door and the lock turning before it opened. Kelly stood there, with long, burnt orange hair, fair skin and blue eyes, standing just at Gin's height with a big grin on her face seeing her friend for the first time in a long time.

"Ginny, I'm glad you made it." She beamed before the two embraced in a friendly hug in the foyer once invited in.

Dean immediately took notice of the pretty woman in front of him, and for a moment Gin was just chopped liver. Just as there was the appreciation for the Impala, Dean had an appreciation for pretty women. And before things got too awkward, Gin spoke up.

"Kelly this is Dean, he's a friend of mine in the… same line of work." She was hoping that was enough without actually saying he was a hunter, too.

"Well, nice to meet you Dean, sorry to get you roped into this too." Kelly told him, extending her hand to shake his and Dean met with a friendly, but lingering handshake.

"Pleasure's all mine. Anything for a friend." There was that charming smile, it even made Gin's heart flutter at times, she can only imagine the cartwheels Kelly's was doing.

They made their way to the dining room, looking out to a small back yard and garden— all scraggly and dormant for the season, but it was clear that it was kept up with all the way through. Next to it was a small, in-ground pool with a plastic cover stretched over it, also dormant for the season.

"So Kelly what's this about Laurie Strode? What's the deal, this hardly seems like something for a hunter to get involved with." Gin stated, sitting at a seat with the three of them now in a circle around the small dinette table.

"Call it playing it safe, but I just.. Have a gut feeling about this. I've lived here for twenty years come March. People talk about this guy in weird ways— you know how like in Harry Potter? It's always "He who must not be named" but everyone know's who they're talking about?" The two of them nodded, Dean rolled his eyes a little at the reference.

"So I still don't see where we are a part of this, and why you called us?"

"Damn girl, I can't even give my long lost friend a buzz without having a reason?" Kelly scoffed, playfully.

"I didn't say all of that!" Gin laughed back and shook her head. "I'm just wondering where we fit in with all of this."

"This Mike Myers guy seems like he's just… a guy? If he wasn't human, he could certainly bust out of any prison he was in. Not giving a rats ass about who put him there." Dean explained. "Does it seem like he's possessed? Black eyes, surfer? All that jazz?" Dean asked.

There was hesitation from Kelly, and she slowly shook her head. "Not that I could find. So there's no actual photo of this guy's face. He always wears this white rubber mask—Like what kids wear on Halloween-"

"They let him wear it in the pen? I doubt that." Dean interjected.

"I do too, but he's under lock and key there. The only people who have seen his face are just the guards, other inmates, and his doctor- uhh.." Kelly was trying to think of the name. "Doctor… Sartain. He took over after Loomis passed away."

"So wait this guy had the same shrink for what.. thirty some years now? And he outlived his first?" Gin was confused. Why was this guy so important?

"I don't know how long the stretch was for. But he's been locked up going on forty years." Kelly replied. "The whole story of Michael Myers is all kinds of fuck-y. I just don't want to miss something and I know you're good at digging."

"Well, if you needed help reading up on this guy you coulda just said so." Gin told her with a smile. "But we're here, and we'll help you where we can."

"So it sounds like they talk about Myers like he's an urban legend, like he's—"

"They say he's pure evil. And, by every stretch of the phrase, we, as hunters have seen real evil." Kelly noted and looked at Gin again, then back to Dean.

"Have you talked to Laurie?" Gin asked and Kelly shook her head.

"Laurie is a hard person to reach at the moment, they're transferring Michael tonight, she's been on edge the last two days since she's heard about it.

"Well, then maybe we gotta pay this Laurie Strode a visit and tell her to keep her nose out of it" Dean suggested.

"You let me know how that goes for you. Try telling Laurie to do anything, and see how that works out." Kelly chuckled.

Gin felt a little bit of her nerves bubbling in her stomach. Now she was starting to feel a bit of the same gut feeling that something was very wrong here. And now she needed to find out anything she could on this guy. Dean was visibly frustrated, even if he was hiding most of it. He looked very mild, but Gin could see right past it. "Alright, well, How about we just take a drive up to her? She's not that far out of town is she?"

Kelly shook her head, "Nah, about fifteen minutes away."

"You girls go, I'll stay behind and read up on this guy, see what I can figure out." Dean spoke up, getting up from his seat as the two of them did.

With that the trio went their own ways, Dean went off in the Impala to go dig up some ideas and change into his disguise, going in as someone from the state, while Gin and Kelly took the drive out of town to Laurie's house. But when they arrived, it was more like a compound than a welcoming cabin in the woods. The eight foot fence with barbed wire was the first dead giveaway. She almost expected to see signs that it was government property. Kelly pulled up to the gated entrance and hit the green call box button, waiting for the line to pick up. It look like it'd been there since at least thirty years ago, nothing as modern as what Gin would expect to see these days. Then again, she was used to things that were so advanced when it came to security measures.

"Yes?" The voice sounded cautious, but sharp.

"Laurie, its me, Kelly-"

"I can see that. What do you want?"

"C'mon Laurie don't be so short, I have a guest with me—"

"I don't allow guests."

"Laurie, she can help, just.." Kelly gave Gin an apologetic look, one that was politely dismissed. Gin understood the distrust for strangers. But this Laurie sounded like a peach.

There was a bit of silence, and for a moment the girls thought she had hung up on them until the gears on the gate started to turn and the chain link began to slide open to the left. Kelly drove in, and promptly after her bumper passed the line, the gate was closing and latching tight. Gin looked out the window seeing the bars across the windows, along with the steel grates, and even the door had a steel grate with a lock. No trick or treaters out here, no sir. Then her eyes drifted up to the giant spotlights on the roof, four on the front, two on either side, and surely four more over the back yard, if not more. There was no hiding in shadows here.

Kelly noticed Gin's attention to the house and sighed, "Sorry she's a little..bit to get used to." Kelly sounded a bit like she was embarrassed for bringing Gin around.

Gin's head turned and she looked at Kelly with an apologetic gleam in her eyes. "Kel, it's okay. Trust me, this isn't new for me. I uh.. well it's a lot to unpack but the short version, I can relate." Now her tone almost turned embarrassed, and almost disappointed in herself. "I can't blame her for being cautious, if this guy really is as dangerous as they say."

Gin looked back and saw a shadow at the door, dart to the left, hiding now behind the solid wall by the door. "She's just scared." Was what she finally said before getting out of the truck, leaving her gun on the seat, earning a look from Kelly. "What?"

"Well, for one, what the hell? And two, don't you think you should bring that with ya?" She asked and Gin shook her head.

"There's no need to bring it inside. And I always carry it, never know what or who you'll run into." Gin told her and closed the door, approaching the front steps. Knocking lightly on the metal cage, she stepped back a bit, Kelly joining her. Almost immediately she could hear the locks and deadbolts turning, and even a metal bar being moved. Laurie wasn't kidding around here. Then the door opened, and an older woman, maybe in her mid fifties was standing there, frizzy, blonde, shoulder length hair, a thin face, tired eyes, the look of someone who lived in fear for forty years. "Laurie, this is Gin, the friend I told you about."

Laurie gave Gin the once over through the metal screen door with just her eyes. "Are you armed? Weapons stay outside." Gin lifted her jacket, revealing the empty holster.

It was an odd request, given that Laurie had a full armory downstairs, booby traps all over this house, but it was more about being in control of any situation that should come up. Gin could respect that whole heartedly. Hence leaving her pistol behind in the pick-up. There was a faint glint of a smirk there, before she unlocked the screen, allowing them both entry. Already starting off on the right foot, getting on her good side. And the conversation started from there.

Laurie really wasn't open, nor was she interested in going into too much detail with what happened. In fact, she was so reluctant to even acknowledge the fact that keeping him incarcerated was the right choice. It was clear that Laurie wanted him dead, incinerated. And for the gruesome crimes, the state wanted him dead, too. So why was he still topside?

"Sartain." Gin responded.

"Bingo. That quack still wants him around to study him. There is nothing to study. He's evil. Loomis was his first doctor, he said so himself, his exact words were 'It needs to die'". Laurie was frustrated at the thought. "I still think it was an inside job that Loomis died. Like Michael had done it, and it was covered up."

Gin was still having a hard time believing this had anything to do with supernatural beasts. This was becoming more and more human, just as it was sounding more and more evil.

"So he's being transferred tonight." Gin then stated, leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees.

Laurie nodded. "I have very little faith that things will go as smoothly as they say." Her voice was low.

"Well, that's why we're all here. To make it go smoothly as we can so you can stop living with all of this fear. Laurie he's in a maximum security facility. He uses the bathroom and they know what time it was down to the second. I don't think you have much to worry about here—"

"I have a family to protect—" Laurie interjected harshly, her dagger stare aimed directly at Kelly. "I will make sure he does not escape. It is a risk that we cannot afford."

"Laurie, the only places he would even have the chance to escape is getting on the bus, and getting off. And he'll be behind a twelve foot prison fence with armed guards. If he tries to escape—"

"You don't know Michael like I do." It was clear that Laurie wasn't buying any of this. And the smile on her face made Gin think she was taking this all as a joke. All, being the fact that Michael Myers had no chance of escape.

Gin let out a small breath, just as Laurie stood up. Gin followed, along with Kelly and the two headed for the front door. "Alright—alright. Look, my partner and I will do you the favor, waiting at the end, at Smith's Grove where he is being taken to. And we'll make sure he gets there and stays." Gin finally offered. Knowing she'd have to coax Dean a little more than usual to do this, but it'd be done.

"And your partner," Laurie looked at Kelly, questioningly.

"Dean." Gin replied, knowing the question on Laurie's mind. "Kelly will be safe at home," she gave Kelly a passive look, letting her know silently that was the plan, and it was not up for debate.

Kelly was newer to the world of monsters and hunting, no sense in putting her in unneeded danger.

"Right. Well. You let me know how this all works out for you, just.." Laurie opened the door to show them out. "Stay out of my way."

A character like Laurie was someone Gin was very used to. The brave front, the stubbornness, and even the bit of shyness. She reminded her of herself before she became a hunter. There wasn't any arrogance to her, which one would expect. But Kelly was right, Laurie was very reclusive, less than willing to talk, and rightfully so. Laurie was taking Michael's threat (the threat being the very fact that he was alive) more serious than most of the people in this town. Interacting with Laurie was, for Gin, like meeting one of her personality traits. And the more she thought about it, the more Gin started to see things from Laurie's perspective.