Sam was quiet. The sort of girl who rarely initiated conversation, but could hold a lot of sass when she needed to. She was the kind of girl who could eat four cheeseburgers and a whole pie by herself and still look amazing. Sam radiated cool.

She had to be the sort of girl who wrote dirty fan fiction, but wouldn't care if her parents read it.

She wore all black from her black Supernatural t-shirt to her boots. The only color she wore was a red plaid shirt that she left loosely unbuttoned.

"Uh Supernatural fan I see?" Holly asked, making conversation.

Sam smiled. "Oh yeah, big time. I got my salt in case of emergencies."

She held up a little vial if salt.

"I think an angel blade would be more useful. Unless something is severely under seasoned. Personally I prefer lightsabers myself." Landon mentioned. "A more sophisticated tool."

Holly raised an eyebrow. "Angel blade? Since when do you know so much about Supernatural?"

Landon blushed. "I... Well, Felicia Day..."

"Gotta crush on Charlie?" Sam smirked.

"Oh shuddup." Landon's ears were pink by now.

"When are Dean and Cas just gonna-" Holly began, halting once she heard something off in the distance.

"HEY ANYONE OUT THERE?"

"It's our group!" Holly started running off in the direction of the noise, leaping over twigs and weaving through trees.

"She's wearing a red shirt. She might die first."

"Dang it! I don't want to be a horror movie cliché. 'Kids at camp slaughtered by undead psychopath.' No thanks!"

Ignoring their own words they took off after Holly Parker.

Long time, no write! So I know it's been like, two years but I've decided I might continue this project. Fair warning I will try to keep the updates regular BUT the chapters will be short as it keeps me motivated. Thanks for reading and understanding!