Dean turned the wheel, making a point to slowly pull into the gravel driveway so no rocks would fly up into the black impala's undercarriage. It had been years since he and Sam had gone camping, probably since they were kids. But as much as he'd like it to be, this was no leisure trip; this was business.

"So, what did Bobby say was going on?" Sam managed while stifling a yawn.

"Sounds like a manifest, like the hell house in Texas with that guy Mordechai."

"What are people believing into life?"

"From what Bobby said, it sounds like horror movie characters."

"So… we're out here looking for Freddy Krueger?"

"Uh… Jason Voorhees, actually."

Sam looked over at Dean incredulously. "Jason Voorhees… like big, hockey mask wearing guy wielding a machete?"

"That would be the one." In the distance Dean could see a camp fire and hear laughing and playful screams.

He pulled over to where the rest of the cars were parked, killed the engine, and climbed out of the car.

Caroline sat closer to the fire than the rest of her friends nursing a beer and roasting a hot dog. Even though it was in the upper 70's a shiver would ripple down her spine every time the wind would blow, rustling her long, honey blond hair.

"Hey, Caroline… do we need to get Nurse Betty down here to help you with that beer?" James and his smart ass comments. He had been her best guy friend since grade school and she knew better than to take his teasing seriously and ignored him, downing the rest of her beer.

Immediately she felt the weakness in her knees that always seemed to be associated with alcohol. The buzz never seemed to start in her head like everyone else had always described it to her; it would eventually get there though.

"There you go, that's my girl. Have another." James slapped the cold beer against her palm. She popped it open, took a few gulps and went back to her hot dog which was about done.

Another breeze; another chill.

A twig snapping, leaves rustling… then silence.

She was surrounded by four of her closest friends, armed with rifles and hunting knives.

And yet she was terrified.

Of what she wasn't sure, it was just a gut feeling that something wasn't right.

She started pulling her hot dog away from the fire when she heard something fly past her head and a glint of silver caught her eye.

Startled, she jumped back pressing herself against the fallen tree trunk behind her. She turned to find James slumped over on the ground, a large machete sticking up out of his head.

Horrified, she faced the source to find a large man wearing tattered clothes and a hockey mask. He stalked towards her and her group of friends; she could hear Chris fumbling with a rifle, Sarah Screaming, and Carrie scrambling to her feet.

The man passed Caroline, ripping the machete out of James' head and hurtling it towards Carrie catching her right between the shoulder blades.

Caroline sat there in horror watching as her friends were massacred in front of her, immobilized by fear. Tears filled her eyes, obscuring her vision, as the man, done with her friends, turned towards her. He was a few feet away, but it only took him a second to clear the space as he raised his blood drenched machete over his head preparing to strike.

She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact; her heart raced in her chest and she began to feel a bit light headed.

A loud explosion filled the silence and her eyes flew open as she felt small, sand like particles brush over her lightly tanned skin and the large man disappear in a cloud of smoke.

She felt her body and mind begin to shut down as her shoulder collided with the leaf covered dirt; in her last few seconds of consciousness she could just make out two silhouettes approaching her.

"Grab the girl!" Dean grunted as he circled slowly waiting for the apparition to reappear.

Sam reached down, gently embracing Caroline as he lifted her off the ground and cradled her petite frame in his arms. "Let's go."

They made their way through the forest watching every angle waiting for the make believe Jason to appear any second.

They reached the impala, Dean jumping in the driver's seat while Sam slid into the back with Caroline still draped in his arms.

Dean threw the car into reverse and slammed on the gas causing the car to lurch backwards onto the highway throwing up a cloud of dust and rocks as they sped away.