Sorry for taking a long time to update! But I promise, I will be quicker at posting new chapters. Yeah, so who else watched tonight episode and is sad that Demon Dean is gone? I was crying, but at least he's back to himself. And so is CASS! ...Anyways, enjoy! =)


Max groaned at her computer when she read the files of Luke Wallace. He seemed pretty normal; a father and a good paying job. But what Max didn't understand was how he managed to swallow four razors. Four razors that were in a piece of candy that he ate before his death. One in his stomach, another stuck in his throat, and two more found on the floor covered in his blood.

"Sounds like something from a horror movie," Max spoke to herself. She got up from her computer and went to her father's bag, digging for her grandfather's journal. She read through the journal to see if any other cases that John went on match theirs. The only thing that Max can come up with were Witches. But the guy seemed pretty normal, according to the files. So why would a witch be after him?

Max gave up, she threw the journal back into Dean's bag and closed her laptop. Nothing more to do, but wait for Dean and Sam to get back from the Wallace's. She grabbed her Ipod and played some Japanese anime music on her speaker. Since Dean and Sam weren't there, she can listen to it without being laughed at. She started dancing to the music.

Max turned and looked at the beds, and smiled. She decided she was going to jump on them and land perfectly on her back. The plan looked good in her head, she decided to go for it. She ran towards the bed closest to her, and got ready to jump…until the front door opened. Max stopped short once she saw Dean walk into the room. She gave off a small squeal as she tripped on her feet and slammed to the ground. Dean and Sam watched as she got up as quick as she can and ran towards her speaker to turn off her music. She tripped again on the way to the table and managed to yank the Ipod from the cord before she hit the floor again.

Dean and Sam didn't what was going on, nor did they want too. Dean decided to act like he saw nothing and walked to his bed, leaving Max face down on the floor where she landed. She was embarrassed, more embarrassed than ever. Dean placed that bag he had on his bed, then he decided to embarrass his daughter even more. He waited for Sam to walk past them, then he quietly snuck up to Max until he was standing over her. He dug his fingers into her sides started tickling her and Max couldn't get away. She giggled like a crazy little girl, begging her father to stop while he and Sam laughed at her. Finally, Dean stopped and let Max catch her breath.

"Want some candy, Max," Dean laughed as he walked back to his bed. Max got up from the floor as fast as she can and ran towards Dean. Ignoring the pain form when she hit the floor twice. Candy was one of Max's greatest weakness, along with many others. Dean and Sam used bribed her with candy to do stuff for them when they were too lazy to do simple tasks themselves.

Sam looked over the hex bag they found in the Wallace's home. But he got distracted when he heard them break into the bag of Halloween candy and filled out a few pieces onto the bed. They both quickly unraveled a piece and tossed it into their mouths. "Seriously, you two. After that guy choked down those razor blades?" Max stopped chewing on her piece, and spat it out in the nearest trash can. Sam chuckled and opened up the hex bag he was carrying.

"Oh, come on, Sam. It's Halloween," Dean said tossing another piece of candy to Max. She caught it and looked at Dean with wide eyes. "They don't have razors in them, Max. Don't listen to your uncle."

"It's Halloween for us every day," Sam said, he studied at every object that was in the Hex bag, reading the books he had, and looking stuff up on his computer.

"Did you guys find anything," Max asked, throwing another piece of candy into her mouth. She walked over to couch and sat next to Sam. She saw the little objects he had laid out on the table. "Witches, awesome."

Sam smiled, "Yep. But this isn't your typical hex bag." Dean walked over to the table with a chair and sat down on the other side of Sam. Max picked up what looked like a dried flower and smelled it. She hasn't seen anything like that before. "That's Goldthread. An herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. This is Celtic, it's at least 600 years old. The real deal."

Max put the herb back down and watched Dean pick up a black piece and started smelling it. "What's that?"

"Um, that is a charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby," Sam explained. Dean quickly put the bone back and the table and wipes his hands on his shirt.

"Disgusting," Max said, smiling at her father's reaction. "How old?"

"It has to be…at least a hundred years," Sam said picking up the bone. He held it out to Max, but she moved back and refused to touch it or even go near it. "Did you find anything on the victim?"

"No," Max said, dropping her head. "Nothing. He's just a normal guy. No affairs it looked like, either."

"How normal," Dean asked. Max opened her laptop and handed it to Dean. He read over the files she hacked into and Max was right. Nothing wrong with Luke Wallace. He chuckled, "This guy was so vanilla, he made vanilla look spicy."

"Uh…yeah. I guess?" Max really didn't know what to say. She knew what it meant, but hearing her father say that, it was just wrong to her. She should be use to it by now though. "So, anyways, it's Halloween tomorrow," she tried to change the subject by asking Dean to go Trick or treating.

"No," Dean answered before Max finished. He knew what she was going to ask.

"Please? I'll give you half my candy," Max tried to bribe.

"Tempting, but no," Dean said. He looked at her, and saw her sad puppy dog look she used to use when she was younger.

Sam chuckled at her attempt. "I don't think that's going to work either."

"Good try, though" Dean smiled at her.

"Why not? Please, Dad," Max begged her father as went to the bathroom to change his clothes. She ran up to the door and knocked continuously. "Dad, please? Free candy, popcorn balls and all the good stuff. I'll give you half, I promise."

"Max, seriously," Sam grew annoyed with Max's constant begging. "He said no. And nothing is going to change his mind."

"But why not, Sammy" Max stomped to the nearest bed and dropped herself face down. She laid there until she heard the bathroom door open. Getting up as fast as she could so Dean wouldn't tickle her again. "Seriously, Dad. Why can't I go?"

"Because we need you on this one," Dean finally said. "Your ninja stealthy-ness is a huge advantage for us and_"

"Because you need someone to save your butts when you two get into trouble, as usual."

"Took the words right out of my mouth," a sarcastic voice came from Dean. He tossed Max another piece of candy. "Can you go ask for more towels? We only have two in there. Then you can have more candy when you get back."

Max glared up at her father while he smiled down to her. She thought about saying no, but the candy was calling her name. "I hate you." Defeated Max grabbed her sweater and began to walk towards the door. Behind her back, Dean did a small victory dance, but quickly stopped when Max turned around. "You know, Dad? One day, you won't be able to bribe me with candy anymore. Then you have to do everything yourself." Max left the room, leaving the brothers alone.

"That day will never come," Dean said with a smug smile. "One point for me."


"Come on, Tracy, this party blows. We should just go TP somebody," Jenny complained. She was dressed in a skimpy nurse costume.

Tracy rolled her eyes and walked over to Justin, who was trying to break into the alcohol case. Tracy was wearing a cheerleader costume. Revealing a bit more than Jenny. "Hey Justin."

"Yo," Justin greeted.

"You break into the booze yet," Tracy asked.

"No, um, it's triple locked," Justin gave up on the lock and started talking to the girls. "So, are you guys going to the mausoleum party tomorrow night?"

"Are you going to be there," Jenny started to flirt a little bit with him.

"It's gonna be rad. I'm gonna get so baked," Justin said proudly, making Jenny laugh along with him.

"Well, it's gotta be better than this G-rates assfest," Tracy complained. Looking around at the lack of enthusiasm and the people not doing much of anything. Then she notices a tub with water and apples in it. "Oh, check it out." She smiles and walks over to it.

"Okay, bobbing for apples is lame," Justin laughed. Tracy was the first person all night to try the game.

"Oh, come on. It's Halloween."

"Hmm, still lame," Justin said. He wouldn't dare try it. Tracy didn't care what he or Jenny thought and decided to give it a try. She grabs her hair and holds it while she dunked her head into the water. Her small skirt rose and showed everything to Justin and Jenny. Tracy grabbed caught an apple on her first try. She turned around and faced her friends. Then taking a bite out of her apple, feeling victorious.

"I-I stand corrected," Justin laughed nervously.

Jenny noticed that Tracy was flirting with Justin and was winning. She grew jealous. "Well, I wanna try."

Tracy and Justin watch as Jenny tried to get an apple. She kept on missing but she wouldn't give up until she got on. On her third try, her head was held down under water with an unseen force.

"Wow, she can really hold her breath," Justin said. Both Tracy and Justin laugh until they realize that Jenny still hasn't come back up for air. They watched her start struggling, kicking her legs and attempting to get leverage.

Tracy ran over and tried to pull Jenny's head out of the water. "Help me," Tracy shouted to Justin.

People watched as the two tried to get Jenny out of the water. Justin tried to pry Jenny's hand of the tub but couldn't get it loose. Then the water started to boil and steam with Jenny still under water. Jenny screamed and her face turned red. She suddenly stops struggling and goes limp.

"Jenny," Tracy and Justin are finally able to pull Jenny out of the water. Justin flipped Jenny's hair out of her face and looked in horror. "Oh my god." Tracy held her hands up to her mouth, realizing that she watched her friend get boiled to death.


"Find anything, Max?" Dean bothered Max once again. That was his fifth time in the last three minutes, asking if she found anything new on the two victims. She knew he was growing very impatient.

When Dean and Sam got back from the investigation at the Halloween, they found another hex bag hidden between the cushions of the couch, and it had the same items inside that they found in the first hex bag. This witch was going after random people who did nothing to anger it. Just random victims.

"Nothing. Both vics are clean. Shiny and squeaky," Max looked over the files of Jenny and Luke again and again. "Here, see for yourself. There is absolutely, no reason for a wicked bitch payback." She handed her laptop to Dean and he carried it to his bed and read everything over.

Seeing that Max was right, he slammed her laptop shut and placed it next to him. "There's gotta be something."

"Maybe cause it's not that at all," Sam said out of nowhere. He rose up from his bed, holding a book in his hands. He didn't say anything for a minute.

"Care to explain," Max asked impatiently, she hated being held in suspense.

"Maybe this isn't a grudge spell, check this out," Sam hand the book to Dean. Max got up from the couch and walked over to Dean, reading the book over his shoulder.

"Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight of the day of the final harvest," Sam said, explaining the information by memory. "The final day of the final harvest is October 31st in the Celtic calendar."

"Halloween," Max and Dean said at the same time.

Max grabbed the book from Dean before he can finish reading. "So, what are the blood sacrifices for?"

"If I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon. Samhain," Sam answered.

"Am I supposed to be impressed," Dean asked.

"Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believed that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was thinnest between the living and the dead," Sam explained more into detail for Dean.

"They wore masks to hide from him. They left sweets for him on doorsteps and they carved faces into pumpkins to worship him," Max finally closed the book and tossed it to Dean. He was even more impressed that she knew who he was, so was Sam.

"How do you know this stuff," Sam asked.

"I do my homework. You're not the only nerd in this family, Sammy. Anyway, Samhain was exorcised centuries ago and sent down to Hell. Even though he went downstairs, the tradition of Halloween stuck around," Max showed off. Smiling at her work and Sam's sad look. She stole his spotlight. "So, instead of demons and blood sacrificing, Halloween is all about free candy and kids in costumes now."

"Don't look so defeated, Sam. Max is smarter than you think." Dean was proud of his daughter. He tossed her a piece of candy and smiled at how proudly she tossed the candy into her mouth. "So, some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?"

"This is serious, you two," Sam grew annoyed with the two. "We're talking heavy weight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years."

"And the six hundred year marker rolls around," Dean knew the answer, but he asked anyways.

"Tomorrow night."

"Naturally." "Of course." Max and Dean said at the same time.

Dean opens up the book again, flipping from page to page. Until he stopped at a picture with a demon holding up a head with tons of bodies beneath him.

"That's a lot of death and destruction for one demon," Dean said while looking over the picture.

"That's because he like company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own," Sam explained once more. "Some dark, evil crap and lots of it. I mean, they follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper."

"Like, Ghost," Dean asked. Both Max and Sam nodded to him. "Zombies? Leprechauns?"

"Dad_"

"What? Those little dudes are scary, small hands," Dean said to Max. She rolled her eyes back at him. But, she would have to agree with him. She was scared of Leprechauns, too.

"It starts out with ghost and ghouls, this sucker keeps going, though. By night's end, we are talking about every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight all in one place," Sam continued adding to the list.

"Will a lot of people die," Max asked quietly.

Dean looked down at the book once more. Looking at the same picture he was on for the last few minutes. "It's gonna be a slaughter house."

"I guess you do need me. This might be too big for us, though." Max looked up at the clock above her. Midnight, October 31st. "Happy Halloween."