It was difficult to ignore, even with a head full of feelings for Harry Dresden, what was happening in the corn maze. For one, Phaedra'd been around long enough to know a few things:
1- The dead did not walk. Not like this. Although she knew Anita was in town, Phaedra's friend simply did not animate every corpse in a five-mile radius, pretty much ever. Phaedra couldn't remember that even happening. Either there was an absurdly powerful necromancer in the area or the zombies she was seeing roaming around weren't... right. They looked a little too healthy and hearty, anyway.
2- Pinhead was not real. And she'd seen the bastard walking around with that stupid cube. Punching him in the face had been strangely satisfying.
3- Halloween was the time all bets were off. Completely. Either the bad guys spent the night in, or the good guys went bad. She wasn't sure which was happening here, but things weren't right.
She'd been mostly out of sight, and mostly unscathed; many of the things that were walking or shambling or hacking their way out of the maze had no interest in her. She was already dead, she didn't jump or scream or scare, and she'd kicked and smacked more than one 'thing' out of her way tonight. In short, despite some movie monsters milling around, so far a real, honest-to-god undead assassin was the most badass thing to show itself.
She hadn't seen the tall man arrive, although she knew who he was. It was hard not to; Phaedra met Dean. Dean spent a lot of time thinking about Sam. Just skimming the surface of Dean's thoughts gave you a good mental image of his brother. But wasn't he supposed to be...
If it was possible for her to vomit, Phaedra would've. Sam was supposed to be in Hell. If he was back...
She shut her eyes momentarily and shook her head, a few choice Roma words dripping from her lips. When she opened her eyes again, she got to Sam as fast as she could.
She'd been hired to be a bodyguard for the good guys. She was pretty sure that description extended to Sam.
"This is not a good place for you right now," Phaedra said, as gently as she could. She knew what the Winchesters thought of vampires--no good ones, all bloodlust, etc. etc. She was really hoping Sam would see past that and see the huge mess around him. She was really hoping he'd let her help him.