The first place they check was back at the high school. The hex bag had showed up after they'd spoken with teacher Don, and he had access to the kilns to char the baby bones for the bags. In his office they found their proof; a locked drawer of his desk with a basket of tiny bones. Great start; they'd pegged the wrong witch.
It was already nightfall when they found Don's place. They arrived just in time to find him in the basement, about to stab a bound and gagged Tracy Davis for his sacrifice. Dean put two bullets into him from behind while Sam ran to untie Tracy.
"Thank you, he was gonna kill me! Augh, that sick son of a bitch! I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was? My brother always was a little dim."
Before they could attack she yelled some foreign witch crap and they jerked across the room, Dean landed hard on his shoulder. He groaned and fought back the pain, he was fairly certain something was dislocated.
"He was going to make me the final sacrifice, his idea. But now that honor goes to him. The spell is a two man job you know, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Unbearable. Thanks for taking care of him for me." She took a cauldron and filled it with the man's spilling blood before returning to the altar. "Time for all of you to see what Halloween really is."
As she started chanting, Sam strained to reach forward. He laid his hand in the spilled blood and smeared it across his face.
"What, are you doing?" Dean asked him.
"Just follow my lead." He wiped a handful of blood across his face, then did the same to Kayla.
"Gross." She grumbled and laid on her back.
Suddenly the ground split open and the room was filled with familiar black smoke. It circled and slid into the dead body on the floor. They closed their eyes and listened to the conversation.
"My love."
"You've aged."
"This face, I can't fool you."
"Your beauty is beyond time." A sickening crunch was heard and that was pretty much the end of the conversation.
Slow footsteps approached them, then passed. Samhain walked right by them, thinking they were dead.
Dean sat up slowly. "What was that?"
"Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot."
"You gave it a shot?"
"Just lie Sam." Kayla rose to her feet. "Just say, 'I knew it would work'. For future reference."
After wiping the blood off they headed for the cemetery; seemed like the right place to raise some dead buddies on Halloween night. They followed the screaming until they found a locked crypt with a bunch of partying kids inside. Blood covered the floor and the individual cells on the walls were shaking. The raising had already started.
"Help them." Sam told him.
"Sam you're not going off alone!"
"Do it!" He took off running.
"Kayla go with him."
"But…"
"Go!"
She took off after Sam. "Sam wait up!"
