It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

The past few weeks and have touch and go. Adonia hadn't spoken a word to Sam for a while, unless it had to do with a case. No one knew why until Cas gave Dean the heads up about Sam's whereabouts. Dean followed Sam to a warehouse one night to find out that he can exorcise demons with his powers, and by Ruby's side. After a few punches, cold shoulders, and just trying to get through the days, Sam and Dean were on speaking terms and tried not to talk about it.

Dean and Adonia on the other hand have been better friends than before, except for one thing. When Dean found out that Adonia knew about Ruby and Sam's powers, he was furious. She simply told him that it wasn't her secret to tell. She wanted Sam to tell Dean himself, but Cas beat him to it.

Adonia has tried to work on her social skills. Dean admitted that he actually liked her new attitude. They were starting to become more alike than she thought they ever would. Genna...well, she's been quieter. Not at the worst times, but more like she's been contemplating a lot more. Ever since Cas showed up, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Something about him was familiar and she couldn't quite figure it out. Although, every time he pops up, it's only to speak with Dean or briefly with Sam.

One day before Halloween and they had to investigate killings around town. One man, Luke Wallace, ate a piece a candy and caught four razors down his throat.

"Now, how many razor blades did they find?" Adonia asked. Her hair was tied back in a straight ponytail and she wore a tight, knee length, black dress with heels. The woman began to cry.

"Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them, how is that even possible?" She turned around to find Genna around the oven and stove.

"The candy was never in the oven," Mrs. Wallace pointed out.

"We just have to be thorough Mrs. Wallace," Genna assured.

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?"

"No, I mean, I don't think so. I just- I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?"

"More than you might imagine," Adonia added. Genna emerged from the floor and showed her a hex bag that ws found behind the refrigerator. Adonia sighed uncomfortably.

"Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" Mrs. Wallace looked offended.

"Enemies?"

"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Co-workers? Neighbors," Adonia hesitated, "maybe a woman." Sam, Dean, and Genna stood back to watch the investigation.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" Mrs. Wallace was beyond offended at this point.

"Is it possible?" Adonia asked without breaking expression.

"No! No, Luke would nev-" She couldn't bare the thought.

"I'm very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities," Adonia said sincerely. Mrs. Wallace looked at her angrily.

"If someone wanted to kill my husband don't you think they'd find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?" Adonia looked over to Dean, knowing she couldn't tell her thr truth. Dean raised his eyebrows at her knowingly.

Adonia, who changed into regular clothes, stood by the sink to clean out the few dishes she had from breakfast in the mini kitchen the hotel had. Genna walked up to her and leaned against the counter.

"I don't think I ever told you that I like the new look." Adonia laughed.

"Thanks." Genna stood there, wanting to ask her something.

"Yes?" Adonia asked after the brief moment of silence.

"How are you doing?" Genna finally asked. She sighed.

"Can't complain, I guess. Could be worse. What about you? You've been acting weird." Genna raised her eyebrow.

"I have? That's weird. I've been fine. Dean's back, you're back, Sam's...Sam." Adonia frowned when she heard the name. Sam was sitting on the green couch with research spread across the coffee table, unable to hear them. Just mumbles.

"You have to-" Adonia interrupted her.

"As long as Ruby's alive, I'm not speaking to him."

"But-"

"I mean, Genna." Genna sighed and gave up. Adonia was more stubborn than ever. As she walked over to help Sam with his research, Dean walked through the door eating candy. Genna rolled her eyes at him.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"

"It's Halloween," he protested.

"Yeah, for us every day is Halloween," Adonia said from the kitchen as she finished the dishes. She wiped off her hands and joined them.

"Don't be a downer, anything interesting?" He asked with his mouth full of chocolate.

"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag," Sam explained.

"Hmm, no?"

"Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this," she picked up a coin, "is celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." Dean picked up a small charred object. Adonia whinced.

"And uhm…that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby," she said awkwardly. Dean grunted and set it back down.

"Relax, it's like, at least a hundred years old.," Adonia said as she picked up to look at it.

"Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches man, they're so fucking skeevy," Dean said, followed by a punch in both arm by both girls. Sam laughed.

"Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we've ever dealt with, that's for sure. What about you? Find anything on the victim?" Sam asked.

"This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy. I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."

Another death happened that night at a high school Halloween party. Underage drinking, slutty clothing, and a station for bobbing apples that mysteriously burns off a teenage girl's face. She didn't survive. They investigated the situation and found another hex bag, no connection to Luke Wallace.

They sat in the hotel room researching, again. Adonia brought out an old book she gathered from her travels.

"I'm telling you, both these vic's are squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback."

"Maybe cause it's not about that," Adonia pointed out.

"Wow. Insightful," Dean said sarcastically.

"Maybe this witch isn't working the grudge, maybe they're working a spell. Check this out," she began reading from the book.

"Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st," she handed Dean the book.

"Halloween," Genna noted.

"Exactly."

"What exactly are the uh, blood sacrifices for," Dean asked reluctantly.

"If I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon, Samhain."

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" She sat down across from him to level with him.

"Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain's night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago."

"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck."

"Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgy's Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes," Genna chimed in.

"Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?"

"Dean, this is serious," Adonia said.

"I am serious."

"We're talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years. This is really dark stuff."

"And the six hundred year marker rolls around…?"

"Tomorrow night," she said matter-of-factly.

"Naturally." Dean started flipping through the pages to see Samhain killing many victims.

"Well, it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."

"That's because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own," she said looking at him with worry.

"Raise what, exactly?"

"Dark, evil shit and lots of it, I mean, they follow him around like the fucking Pied Piper."

"So, we're talking ghosts?"

"Yeah."

"Zombies."

"Mhm."

"Leprechauns?"

"Dean."

"Those little dudes are scary. Small hands," he protested.

"Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by nights end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place."

"It's gonna be a slaughterhouse," Sam said, standing over her.

Dean and Adonia waited outside Mrs. Wallace's house for any sign of the witch. Eventually, Tracy, blonde cheerleader from the party, appeared on her doorstep. Turns out she's their babysitter and she lied about not knowing Luke. That's not suspicious at all.

They all met back at the hotel. When they opened the door, Castiel was sitting on the bed with his back to them and a black man in a suit was standing at the window. Adonia and Sam pulled out their guns.

"Who are you?" They asked in unison. They quickly looked at each other and back to Castiel. He stood and walked towards them.

"Guys, guys, wait! It's Castiel. The angel. Him, I don't know," Dean explained. Genna froze. They pointed their guns back down and put them away.

"Hello, Sam." Sam began breathing heavily, star struck.

"Adonia," he nodded in her direction. She quickly waved, but also gave a slight bow. She had no clue what to do.

"Oh my god. I mean, i didn't mean to- I'm sorry. It's an honor, really, I- I've heard a lot about you." Sam extended his hand and walked towards the angel. Castiel looked down at his hand and back at Sam. Dean shut the door so no one would see. Cas firmly took Sam's hand.

"And I, you," he turned Sam's hand over and placed his other hand on top.

"Sam Winchester- the boy with the demon blood. Glad to see you've ceased your extracurricular activities." Sam looked at him with confusion.

"Let's keep it that way," Uriel spoke from the window.

"Yeah, okay, Chuckles. Who's your friend?" Dean asked.

"This raising of Samhain- have you stopped it?" Cas asked, avoiding the question.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Dean, have you located the witch?"

"Yes, we've located the witch."

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but-" Dean interrupted Sam.

"We know who it is."

"Apparently, the witch knows who you are too," Cas said, walking away and picked up a hex bag on the end table by the bed.

"This was in the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"

"We're working on it," Adonia said, ashamed.

"That's unfortunate," Cas responded disappointedly.

"Why do you care?" She asked.

"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals."

"So, this is about friend, Lucifer," Genna asked, stepping forward.

"Lucifer is no friend of ours," Uriel said.

"It's just an expression," she said at ease.

"Lucifer cannot rise, the breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs."

"Okay, great, well now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is, we'll gank her and everybody goes home," Dean said.

"We are not omniscient, this witch is very powerful, she's cloaked even our methods."

"Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together-" Adonia was interrupted by Uriel.

"Enough of this."

"Okay, who are you and why should I care?" Dean got aggravated by his interruptions. He turned around.

"This is Uriel. He's what you might call...a specialist," even Cas didn't sound thrilled of his presence either. Uriel walked closer to them.

"What kind of specialist?" Adonia asked, looking him over with distrust. Uriel and Castiel exchanged looks.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked.

"You- uh all of you, you need to leave this town immediately."

"Why?"

"Because we're about to destroy it." The hunters exchanged a worried glance.

"So this is your plan, you're gonna smite the whole fu-freaking town?" Adonia asked, watching her words.

"We're out of time, this witch has to die, the seal must be saved."

"There are a thousand people here," Genna noted.

"1,214," Uriel quickly added.

"And you're willing to kill them all?" Sam asked.

"This isn't the first time I've…purified a city," Uriel mentioned without any regret. Adonia and Genna scoffed.

"Look, I understand this is regrettable," Cas said turning back to them.

"Regrettable?" Adonia asked with an attitude.

"We have to hold the line; too many seals have broken already."

"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Dean asked.

"It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion, there's a bigger picture here."

"Right, cause you're bigger picture kind of guys," Adonia rolled her eyes and walked over to a nearby wall to lean on.

"Lucifer cannot rise, he does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?" Castiel asked her.

"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die," she pleaded.

"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." The hunters lowered their eyebrows to Uriel.

"I'm sorry, but we have our orders," Cas said turning away from them.

"No, you can't do this, you're angels, I mean aren't you supposed to-

You're supposed to show mercy," Sam pleaded.

"Says who?" Uriel asked with a smirk.

"We have no choice," Cas added.

"Of course you have a choice, I mean, come on, what? You've never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both just a couple of hammers?" Dean was angered.

"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith, the plan is just."

"How can you even say that?" Sam's faith was dwindling.

"Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just."

"Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves," Adonia had lost her faith a long time ago. The angels weren't making it any better.

"Tell me something Adonia, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Adonia gave Castiel a look. Somewhat irritated and shocked.

"Well sorry boys, looks like the plans have changed," Dean interveined.

"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asked. Dean stood close to Uriel as a threat.

"No, but if you're gonna smite this whole town, then you're gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell, I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste me, go ahead, see how he digs that."

"I will drag you out of here myself."

"Yeah, but you'll have to kill me, then we're back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something," he turned around and faced Castiel, "We can do this, we will find that witch and we will stop the summoning."

"Castiel! I will not let these peop-" Cas threw his hand up to Uriel to silence him.

"Enough!" Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. It was about time he shut him up.

"I suggest you move quickly," he said to the hunters.

After some investigating, the found out that the art teacher from Tracy's high school was behind the hex bags. The remaining bones of a newborn baby in his desk was a dead giveaway.

They found his house and ran down to the basement. Tracy was tied up in the middle of the room and Don was about to stab her. The hunters shot their guns and killed him. When he fell to the ground, Dean ran over to grab the victim and Genna checked to make sure he was dead.

"Thank you, he was gonna kill me! Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?" Everyone grew confused.

"My brother- always a little dim," she said. It was a trap. Tracy yelled an incantation and the hunters flew back, hitting the ground.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master's return? The spellwork's a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable." She kneeled down by Don and picked up the knife and chalice.

"The whole time I wanted to rip his face off." Tracy started digging the knife into his bullet wound, put the chalice up to catch the blood flow, and looked back over to the hunters, still writhing in pain on the floor and clutching their stomachs.

"And you get him with a gun, uh, love that," she got up and walked back over to the altar, "you know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well, tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is." Tracy started another incantation. Adonia, still clenching in pain, leaned over to Don, puts her hand in the blood and smears it on her face.

"What are you doing?" Genna asked.

Just follow my lead, she said to them as clear as day in their minds. Adonia spreads the blood on each of their faces as well. As Tracy finished the incantation, the ground cracked, black smoke poured out of it, and into the body of Don (now Samhain). The hunters laid still on the floor, the torture over, but they acted as if they were dead.

Samhain rose off the ground and stood before Tracy, his vision blurry. She turned around and Samhain kissed her.

"My love," she said to him.

"You've aged."

"This face...I can't fool you."

"Your beauty is beyond time." Their foreheads pressed against each, but he suddenly twisted her neck and she fell to the floor.

"Whore," he said over her body. Samhain turned around and sniffed the air. He saw the bodies, walked over to them, and glanced over them for a second. He walked past them and left. As soon as they heard the door close, they opened their eyes. Dean leaned over to Adonia.

"What the hell was that?" Still whispering to be cautious.

"Halloween lore, people used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot."

"You gave it a shot?" Dean looked at her in disbelief that she followed her gut from some book.

They hurried to the nearby tomb where another Halloween was being held. By the time they got down there, the teenagers were already screaming for help behind locked gates. Blood was already splattered on the floor.

"Help them," Sam shouted over the screaming.

"Dude, you're not going alone!" Dean protested.

"Do it!" Sam ran off. Dean, looking irritated, did as he was told. Adonia wouldn't stand for it, so she ran after Sam. Genna called for her, but it was too late. Dean could use her help. The tombs were breaking and dead bodies were crawling out.

By the time Adonia reached him, she saw a bright white light and quickly hid back behind a wall.

"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff? It doesn't work on me," Sam said confidentally. Samhain ran towards him, but was knocked back after a hard punch. They fought back and forth until Samhain had Sam by the throat. Sam tried to use the knife on him, but Samhain tossed it away. They shoved each other off and they stood before each other. Adonia stepped in view and watched as Sam began his exorcism by hand. She just stood there as it took place, unable to tell him to stop. It wasn't long before Dean and Genna stood next to her with the same reaction. Sam was struggling and Samhain was fighting it. Sam looked past him to find them watching him, but he ignored it and proceeded. Finally, the black smoke rolled out of him and Don's body collapsed.