Dean shined the light almost directly into the kid's face. He wasn't pleased someone had already snuck up on him. He sighed.
"Kid, guardian angel or not, this place isn't safe," he said. The bag on his back made some kind of settling noise to illustrate his point. Metal on metal. "At all."
There were sounds coming from within the maze, now. A big variety, too. Dean could hear a howl, a true howl, maniacal laughter, a chainsaw and a lot of movement, twigs breaking. Things like that.
"It's Halloween Town in there without the cute songs and friendly ghosts. Do me a favor," Dean said, wishing there were someone else here to help, "Don't come in here."