Halloween day. They found out that little miss jail bait from the party not only lied to Dean about knowing the first victim, she also had a school record from fighting with a teacher. Time to check a little closer into this girl.

The high school was not a welcomed trip down memory lane for Kayla. High school was a thought she'd prefer to remain in the past. As they walked into the art department the walls and ceiling were covered in the most recent project; masks. Some were festive, most were disturbing.

"Bring back memories?" Sam smirked.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked quickly, too quickly.

"Being a teenager, all that angst."

Kayla watched Dean as he glanced up at the bloody masks on the ceiling. She wondered when he was going to fess up about hell, she knew he remembered. Did he really think she would sleep through his violent nightmares? Not to mention the sudden uptake of drinking at all hours of the day. He was taking It's Five O'Clock Somewhere to the extreme.

"What'd you think I meant?"

"Nothing." He looked over at a student trying to fit a large clay bong into the kiln. "Now that brings back memories."

"You were looking for me?" A man walked into the room carrying a box, he shifted his weight to shake their hands.

"Mr. Harding."

"Oh, please, Don. Even my students call me Don."

"Right, we just had a few questions about Tracy Davis."

"Tracy, um, bright kid, loads of talent. It's a shame she got suspended."

"And you two had a 'violent altercation'?"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "She exploded. If Principal Morrow hadn't walked by when he did, she would have clawed my eyes out."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I was only trying to rap with her about her work, it had gotten inappropriate and disturbing."

Dean glanced to the masks. "More disturbing than these guys?"

"She would cover page after page with these bizarre, cryptic symbols. Then she started drawing detailed images of killings. Gory, primitive. She would depict herself in the middle of them, participating."

Sam held out the small plastic bag with the medallion. "Did any of the symbols look like this?"

"Yeah, I think that might be one of them."

"Do you know where Tracy is now?"

"I would imagine at her apartment."

"Her apartment?"

"Yeah, she got here about a year ago as an emancipated teen as I understand it. I can't imagine what her parents were like."

They split up after that, Sam going to look at Tracy's apartment and Dean and Kayla went to question her friends. Tracy was great at hiding. They met back at the hotel to try to figure out their next move. As they were walking back to the room a little boy in an astronaut costume stopped in front of them.

"Trick or Treat."

"This is a motel." Dean told him.

"So?"

"Aw look at his costume." Kayla smiled. "Do you want to be an astronaut?"

He stared at her blankly. "It's Halloween lady."

Dean chuckled. "We don't have any candy."

"There's a ton in the car…" Sam started.

"There was but it's gone. Sorry kid, we can't help you."

"I want candy."

"I think you've had enough." Dean told him.

"Dean!" Kayla shoved him, she couldn't believe he just made a crack at the kid's weight. "Here sweetheart." She dug through her bag.

"You had more candy and didn't tell me?"

"I think you've had enough." She pulled a few pieces out and handed them to him.

"Thank you." He responded, completely monotone. Creepy kid.