It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester Part 1
"Now how many razor blades did they find?" Sam asked.
Mrs. Wallace sighed and was nearly in tears. "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them." Mrs. Wallace replied. "How is that even possible?" she asked, noticing Dean looking around the front of the stove and in the oven door. "The candy was never in the oven."
"We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace." Dean replied.
"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Angela asked.
"No, I mean, I don't think so." Mrs. Wallace replied. "I just, I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?"
"More than you might imagine." Sam replied.
Dean emerged from the floor, and showed Sam and Angela a hex bag, behind Mrs. Wallace's back so she can't see, and made sure to keep her from seeing it. Angela sighed and looked at Mrs. Wallace.
Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" Angela asked.
"Enemies?"
"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" Angela raised a brow.
"What do you mean?"
"Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman." Sam replied.
Mrs. Wallace got what Sam meant and got offended. "Are you suggesting an affair?"
"Is it possible?" Sam asked.
"No! No, Luke would nev—
"I'm very sorry." Sam replied. "We just have to consider all possibilities."
"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?"
Angela blinked, taken aback by the woman's response. Dean raised his brows at Sam.
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Sam and Angela were sitting on the couch. They had Sam's laptop and a few books on the coffee table in front of them. Angela flipped through the pages of the books while Sam picked up something from the hex bag that looked organic, and held it up. Dean entered the room and tossed his keys on the table under the window, and unwrapped a piece of candy before tossing it in his mouth. Sam and Angela saw him do this.
"Really?" Sam asked.
"After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Angela finished.
"It's Halloween, guys." Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, for us every day is Halloween." Angela replied.
Dean sat down on the arm of the couch and looked at their research. "Don't be such downers. Anything interesting?"
"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag." Sam replied.
Sam indicated the hex bag that was now open on the table. There was a silver piece, the size of a coin, and something small and charred in addition to the organic thing.
"Hmm, no?" Dean raised a brow.
Angela picked up the dried flower looking piece.
"Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years." She said. "And this," she picked up the silver piece 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 the small charred thing and smelled it.
"And um… that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." Sam continued.
"Ugh." Dean put the bone down, looking disgusted. "Gross."
Sam picked up the bone. "Relax man, it's like, at least a hundred years old."
"Oh, right, like that makes it better?" Dean asked. "Witches, man, they're so friggin' skeevy."
Dean moved over to the chair next to the couch and sat down.
"Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together." Angela replied. "More juice that we've ever dealt with, that's for sure. What about you? Find anything on the victim?"
"This Luke Wallace?" Dean asked. "He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy."
Sam scoffed at their lack of leads and Angela sighed.
"I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead." Dean added.
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Dean, Sam and Angela came down the stairs to the scene of the crime, where Jenny was killed. There was a guy with a 'Forensic' jacket on and taking pictures of the bobbing for apples tub, and a police officer was talking to Tracy.
"Have you been drinking?" the officer asked.
"Yes." Tracy replied.
Sam and Angela went to join the questioning and Dean put his hand up stopping them.
"I got this one." Dean said.
"Two words: jail bait." Angela replied.
"I would never—Dean started.
Sam just rolled his eyes at Dean and Angela just shook her head. They walked over to the couch and started lifting the cushions, looking for a hex bag. Dean smirked behind their backs.
"It's just so weird." Tracy said. "The water in the tub, it wasn't hot, I has just been in there myself."
"Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?" Dean asked.
Tracy turned to Dean, and held up a badge.
"Agent Seger, F.B.I." Dean continued.
"Um, who's Luke Wallace?" Tracy asked.
"He died yesterday." Dean replied.
"I don't know who that is."
Angela held up a hex bag that she had found in the couch cushions. Dean nodded at her and looked down at Tracy.
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Dean was on the computer at the table. Sam was lying on the bed and Angela was on the couch looking through books. Sam sat up, looking intently at a book he was reading.
"I'm telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean." Dean said. "There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback."
"Maybe cause it's not about that." Sam replied.
Dean looked at him questioningly and Angela looked at him curiously.
"Wow, insightful." Dean said.
"Maybe this witch isn't working the grudge, maybe they're working a spell." Sam continued. "Check this out." Sam read 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."
Sam handed Dean the book.
"Halloween." Angela said.
"Exactly." Sam nodded.
"What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean asked.
"Uh, if I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon, Samhain." Sam replied.
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asked.
"Dean, Samhain in the damn origin of Halloween." Angela replied. "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."
Sam nodded. "I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him." Sam continued. "He was exorcised centuries ago."
"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck." Dean replied.
"Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes." Angela nodded.
"Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?"
"Dean, this is serious." Sam replied.
"I am serious." Dean defended.
"We're talking heavy witchcraft." Angela said. "This ritual can only be performed every 600 years."
"And the 600 year marker rolls around…?"
"Tomorrow night." Sam answered.
"Naturally." Dean nodded. Dean looked down at the book and he had it flipped to a page showing a demon on a heap of bodies holding a head in its hand. "Well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."
"That's because he likes company." Sam replied. "Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own."
"Raising what, exactly?"
"Dark, evil crap and lots of it, I mean, they follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper." Angela replied.
"So we're talking ghosts."
"Yeah." Sam and Angela nodded.
"Zombies." Dean said.
"Mm-hmm." Sam replied.
"Leprechauns?" Dean asked.
"Dean—Angela started.
"Those little dudes are scary. Small hands." Dean replied.
"Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen." Sam said. "Everything we fight, all in one place."
"It's gonna be a slaughterhouse." Dean said.
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Dean was sitting in the Impala outside of the house watching and eating candy. His cell phone started to ring, and he pulled it out, flipping it open and looking at the caller ID before he answered.
"Hey." Dean said.
Sam and Angela were in the motel room, and had put Dean on speaker.
"How's it going?" Angela asked.
"Awesome, yeah, I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again." Dean replied. "I've been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."
"Look Dean, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses." Sam said. "There's gotta be some connection."
"Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a—Dean stopped suddenly as he saw something. "Son of a bitch."
Across the street, Tracy was walking up to the Wallace house.
"Quit whining." Angela said.
"No, guys, I mean, son of a bitch." Dean said.
Dean watched as Tracy walked up to the door, knocked, and Mrs. Wallace opened it with the baby in her arms.
"Hey." Tracy smiled.
"Hi." Mrs. Wallace replied.
"Hi!" Tracy spoke to the baby.
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Dean threw the motel room key, with a 'Moonlight Motel 126' keychain on it, onto the table. Sam was lying on the bed with his laptop open and Angela was on the couch, books lying around her.
"So, our apple bobbing cheerleader?" Angela asked.
"Tracy?"
"Mm-hmm?" Sam replied.
"The Wallace's babysitter." Dean replied. "Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace."
"Huh, interesting look for a centuries old witch." Angela said.
"Yeah, well, if you were a 600 year hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean asked. "I would, hmm…"
Angela looked slightly disgusted. "Ew." She replied.
Dean sat down on the other bed and got lost in thought about that, and Sam looked at him furrowing his brow. Dean noticed and raised his eyebrows at Sam innocently.
"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks." Sam commented. "Did some digging, apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teacher, got suspended from school."
Angela walked over and sat next to Dean who was handed Sam's laptop. On the screen next to a picture of Tracy were these notes: Student was suspended for a violent act on a teacher.
Student Name: Tracy Davis
Address: 27 Lirewenshire Lane
Parent Name: Jerome Walker Davis
Parent Name: Mary Jane Kanoli Davis
Student Email: tracydavis 2
Parent Email: jwdavis
Grade: 11
Home Room: Mr. Goldwyn
Counselor: Mrs. Parks
Emergency Contact: Mary Davis 555-0892
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Dean walked into a room full of art masks, and looked up. He saw a particular demonic looking one, and focused on it, reminding him of his time in Hell. Sam and Angela walked up behind Dean.
"Bring back memories?" Sam and Angela asked.
"What do you mean?" Dean replied.
"Being a teenager, all that angst." Angela said.
Dean sighed, a little relieved that they didn't see what was going on with Dean staring at the mask.
"Oh."
"What'd you think we meant?" Sam asked.
"Nothing." Dean replied. He looked over at Justin, who was putting a big bong shaped piece into a kiln. "Now that brings back memories."
"Dude, I need a bigger kiln." Justin muttered.
A teacher came around a corner.
"You three wanna talk to me?" the teacher asked.
"Ah, Mr. Harding." Angela smiled.
"Oh, please, Don." Don replied. He reached for Angela's hand.
"Okay, Don." She replied.
Don shook Dean and Sam's hands next. "Even my students call me Don."
"Yeah, we get it, Don." Dean replied.
Dean, Sam and Angela pulled out their badges.
"I'm agent Getty, this is agent Lee and agent Fitch." Dean said. "We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis."
"Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent." Don replied. "It's a shame she got suspended."
"Uh, you two had a… uh, violent altercation." Angela said.
"Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work." Don replied. "It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing."
Dean turned and indicated the angry masks hanging on the wall and the ceiling. "More disturbing, than, uh, those guys?"
"She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings." Don said. "Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating."
"Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?" Sam asked, showing Don a small bag with the silver Celtic coin in it.
"Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them."
"You know where Tracy is now?" Dean asked.
"I would imagine her apartment."
"Her apartment?" Angela asked.
"Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like."
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Dean drove up and parked the car and got out as Sam and Angela walked up to the Impala from another direction.
"So?" Dean asked.
"Tracy was nowhere we could find." Angela replied. "Any luck with her friends?"
"Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch popped a broomstick."
Dean, Sam and Angela made their way toward their motel room, and a kid dressed as an astronaut started to walk towards them.
"She could be making the third sacrifice any time." Sam said.
"Yes, thank you Sam." Dean sassed.
The astronaut walked up to them and held up a bucket of candy. "Trick or treat."
"This is a motel." Dean replied.
"So?"
"So we don't have any candy."
"No, we have a ton in the uh…" Angela looked back and pointed toward the Impala.
"We did, but it's gone." Dean replied.
Sam and Angela looked at Dean, getting his meaning. The astronaut looked unimpressed and Dean looked down at him.
"Sorry kid, we can't help ya." Dean replied.
"I want candy."
"Well, I think you've had enough."
The astronaut glared at Dean, narrowing his eyes. As the astronaut walked past Dean he shoved into him and Dean put his hands up.
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Sam entered their motel room and immediately drew his gun, and moved forward in an offensive stance, ready to attack.
"Who are you?!" Sam yelled.
Dean and Angela rushed in, and tried to stop Sam.
"Sam! Sam, wait!" Angela exclaimed. "It's Castiel."
Dean put his hand on Sam's gun and pushed it down, and Sam stood their stunned.
"The angel." Dean added. He spotted another figure in the room, standing by the window. "Him, Angie and I don't know."
Sam looked at Castiel in wonder and a smile crossed his face.
"Hello, Sam." Castiel said.
"Oh my God, er, uh, I didn't mean to, sorry." Sam replied. "It's an honor, really, I, I've heard a lot about you."
Sam stepped forward and held out his hand to shake Castiel's. Dean went and closed the door to their room, and Castiel looked at Sam's hand like he wasn't sure what to do with it. Sam shook it a little, and Castiel finally understood and put his right hand in Sam's.
"And I, you." Castiel replied. "Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood." He added. "Glad to see you've ceased your extracurricular activities."
Uriel was still facing the window, but spoke. "Let's keep it that way."
"Yeah, okay, Chuckles." Angela replied. She looked back at Castiel and raised a brow. "Who's your friend?"
"This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Castiel asked.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"Dean, Angela, have you located the witch?" Castiel asked.
"Yes, we've located the witch." Angela replied.
"And is the witch dead?" Castiel asked.
"No, but—Sam started.
"We know who it is." Dean said.
Castiel walked over to the table by the bed. "Apparently the witch knows who you are too." He replied. He picked up a hex bag and showed it to them. "This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one or all three of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"
Dean, Sam and Angela exchanged a look.
"We're working on it." Angela replied.
"That's unfortunate." Castiel said.
"What do you care?" she asked.
"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals." Castiel answered.
"So this is about your buddy Lucifer." Dean said.
"Lucifer is no friend of ours." Uriel replied.
"It's just an expression." Dean replied.
"Lucifer cannot rise." Castiel said. "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." Angela said.
"We are not omniscient." Castiel replied. "The witch is very powerful, she's cloaked even our methods."
"Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together—Sam suggested.
"Enough of this." Uriel said.
"Okay, who are you and why should we care?" Angela glared at Uriel.
Uriel turned from the window and looked at Angela.
"This is Uriel, he's what you might call a… specialist." Castiel answered.
Uriel walked toward them.
"What kind of specialist?" Angela asked.
"What are you gonna do?" Dean added.
"You, uh, all three of you, you need to leave this town immediately." Castiel said.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"Because we're about to destroy it." Castiel answered.
Sam, Dean and Angela exchanged a worried glance.
A/N: Hey, guys! Hope you liked the chapter! We're getting so close to 4x09 and I am super duper excited. We'll get to see more of Angie getting just really angry, and I'm excited.
Also, it's my first day of summer vacation! :D
Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!
~Emily