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Episode Summary:

It's a few days before Halloween and the Winchesters investigate two mysterious deaths in a small town. The three find hex bags and deduce a witch is sacrificing people to summon a dangerous demon named Samhain. Castiel arrives in town and tells them the freeing of Samhain is one of the Seals that will lead to freeing Lucifer, so Castiel has brought a specialist angel named Uriel to smite the entire town.

Two days before Halloween…

A kid was putting a skull in front of a headstone on his lawn, decorating for Halloween. Across the street, Mrs. Wallace walked up with a big candy bucket in her left hand, as well as a pumpkin and grocery bag in the other. She walked into her house where a baby was being fed by Mr. Wallace.

Mr. Wallace turned to greet her as she sat everything on the counter, "How was the store?"

"Oh, madness." She sighed, "Everyone in town was stocking up." She reached over to the baby in the chair, "Hi, sweetie."

"Did you, uh…" Mr. Wallace raised a brow as she stuffed everything into a cupboard, "Get enough?"

"Oh, hey, I had to arm wrestle Norma Bleaker for these."

"Honey, she's 74."

"And a lot stronger than she looks." When he reached for the candy to take a piece, she swatted his hand away, "Ah-ah-ah, remember last year? We ran out at 6:30."

"It's just one piece."

He went to reach for a piece again, and once again she swatted his hand, "Ah-ah-ah-ah, you can have as much as you want after Halloween." Turning to the baby she smiled, "Who needs a bath? Huh?" Before heading upstairs she turned to her husband, "You coming?"

"I'll uh, I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay."

After she left Mr. Wallace turned and opened the cupboard to get a piece of candy, "Oh."

He grimaced from mouth pain as he chewed and stuck his fingers in his mouth to investigate. When he pulled them out there was blood on them. Reaching back in, moaning in pain, he pulled a double sided razor free as blood spurted from the mouth wound it left. As he looked at it, he started to gag, and grabbed the countertop as he leaned over to start spitting up blood. He spit out another razor blade, followed by another, and continued to spit blood before dropping dead.

Mrs. Wallas called out to him, "Luke, what's taking you so long?" She walked back in holding the baby and saw him on the floor, blood pooling around his open mouth, and his eyes staring blankly, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God!"

One day before Halloween…

The next day, the three Winchesters found themselves in the Wallaces kitchen to investigate. Dean and Angel spread out around the kitchen to survey everything as Sam took point questioning the wife.

"Now, how many razor blades did they find?"

Mrs. Wallace sighed, and responded nearly in tears, "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 and noticed Dean looking around the front of the stove and in the oven as well as Angel peeking in the fridge, "The candy was never in the oven or the fridge."

Dean closed the oven door looking over to her, "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace."

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

"No, I mean, I don't know. I don't think so." She took a steadying breath as tears filled her eyes again, "I just- I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?"

"More than you might imagine."

Dean emerged from the floor, and showed his siblings a hex bag from behind Mrs. Wallace's back.

Sam turned back to her, "Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?"

She looked perplexed, "Enemies?"

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

"What do you mean?"

"Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman."

Once she understood she scoffed at him, hurt and offended, "Are you suggesting an affair?"

"Is it possible?"

"No! No, Luke would nev-"

"I'm very sorry." He cleared his throat, "We just have to consider all possibilities."

She glared, "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?"

Back at the motel…

Sam sat on the couch, his laptop and a few books spread out on the coffee table in front of him as he researched. He picked up something from the hex bag that looked organic, and held it up to get a better look. A few seconds later, Dean and Angel walked in having finished their part of the recon. Dean tossed his keys on the table under the window, and unwrapped a piece of candy before tossing it in his mouth. Angel shook her head in exasperation at him.

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

"Don't even bother, Sammy." Angel plopped down next to him, quickly surveying all of his findings, "He's been scarfing down candy all day. You should see the impala."

Dean rolled his eyes at them, "It's Halloween, c'mon."

"Yeah…" Sam didn't look convinced, "For us every day is Halloween."

"Don't be a downer like your sister." Dean sat down on the arm of the couch beside them and looked at Sam's research as well, "Anything interesting?"

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

Sam indicated the hex bag that is open on the table. A silver piece, the size of a coin, something small and charred, and finally the organic piece that looked like a dried up flower was all laid out.

"Sure doesn't look like the normal hex bag we're used to." Angel looked it over curiously, "What is all this stuff?"

"Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years." Sam picked each item up as he explained, "And this coin is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." Before Sam could reach for it, Dean picked up the small charred thing and smelled it making Angel grimace and Sam smirk, "And um… that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."

"Ugh." He dropped the bone in disgust, "Gross."

"No one told you to smell it, doofus."

"Relax man." Sam picked it back up, "It's like, at least a hundred years old."

"Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man." He shivered and moved over to the chair next to the couch to sit down, "They're so friggin' skeevy."

"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." He looked to Angel, "What about you guys? Find anything on the victim?"

"I wish!" Angel laughed, "This guy makes Mr. Clean look dirty. He's boring." Sam scoffed at their lack of leads, "We couldn't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."

That night, in a basement…

A group of high school kids were spread out around a basement as they engaged in a party. Two girls stood side by side with each other as they walked through the party. Jenny was dressed in a nurse outfit and Tracy was dressed in a cheerleader outfit. A guy dressed in a tree costume bumped into them earning a scoff from Jenny.

"This party blows. We should just go TP somebody."

Tracy smiled at her, but turned around with a bigger grin upon noticing a different guy, "Uh, hey Justin."

He turned from the liquor cabinet he was trying to get into, "Yo."

"You break into the booze yet?"

"Uh, it's triple locked. So…" He stopped closer to the two of them, "You guys going to that mausoleum party tomorrow night?"

Jenny smirked, "Are you gonna be there?"

"It's gonna be rad. I'm gonna get so baked!"

He laughed and Jenny, trying to be flirty, laughed along with him, "Well, it's gotta be better than this G-rated assfest."

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad." Tracy waved her off and turned to notice a tub with water and apples in it, "Oh, check it out."

"Okay, bobbing for apples is lame."

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

"Mmm…" Justin shrugged, "Lame."

Tracy rolled her eyes at him before turning back, kneeling down in front of the tub, and holding her hair as she bobbed for an apple. She got one on the first try, her short cheerleader skirt coming up in the process. Tracy turned around in victory before taking a bite out of the apple.

"I stand corrected."

Jenny looked from him with wide eyes to Tracy, "I wanna try."

Tracy went back and stood next to Justin as Jenny knelt down at the tub and tried but couldn't get an apple. She tried again, and missed. The third time she tried, her face got stuck under the water.

"Wow…" Justin nodded as he watched her, "She can really hold her breath."

Tracy chuckled, but Jenny still didn't come up. She started to struggle, her heels scraped across the floor trying to get some leverage. Tracy and Justin finally realized something was wrong, and Tracy ran over to the tub to kneel beside her friend.

"Jenny?" Jenny continued to struggle to no avail, and Tracy turned around to Justin, "Help me!" Justin hurried over to help, "Jenny, what's wrong?" The two of them continued to pull Jenny, but couldn't get her head above the water, "Help!"

"Come on!" Justin tried to pry Jenny's hand off the side of the tub, but couldn't get it loose either, "Let go!" The water in the tub started to bubble as steam rose off the surface, "What is happening?"

"Jenny, come on!" Jenny screamed under the water and her face turned red as she struggled, "Help! Jenny! Jenny!" Then suddenly Jenny stopped struggling, "Jenny?"

Justin pulled Jenny up out of the water to reveal her boiled face, "Oh, oh my God."

Tracy held her mouth as she stared at Jenny in shock.

Later on…

Sam, Dean and Angel walked down a flight of stairs to the basement where the latest victim was killed. A guy with a Forensic jacket was taking pictures of the bobbing for apples tub, and a police officer was talking to Tracy who looked visibly shaken.

The police officer studied her, "Have you been drinking?"

She scoffed lightly, "Yes."

Angel and Sam tried to make their way over to her but Dean stopped them both, "I got this one."

He licked his lips and Sam sighed, "Two words: jail bait."

Dean scoffed, "I would never-"

"Save it, Casanova." Angel cut him off, "Help Sam look for hex bags. I'll handle the girl."

As Angel walked up to them, she got there just in time to hear Tracy finish her sentence, "It's just so weird. The water in the tub- it wasn't hot. I had just been in there myself."

"Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?" Angel asked pulling out her badge when the two turned to her curiously, "Agent Seger, F.B.I."

The cop nodded before walking away and letting her finish as Tracy looked to Angel curiously, "Who's Luke Wallace?"

"He died yesterday."

She shook her head, "I don't know who that is."

Sam held up a hex bag that he found in the couch cushions earning a nod from Angel before she turned back to the girl.

Back at the motel…

Dean studied the computer that sat in front of him as Sam laid on the bed flipping through the books for anything useful. They both looked up when their sister walked through the door.

"Well…" Dean grinned, "Look who the cat dragged in."

"Ha ha." Angel sighed, "No luck on the recon with the second vic. Both these vics are squeaky clean."

Dean frowned, "There's definitely no reason for a wicked bitch payback."

Sam sat up, looking intently at a book he is reading, "Maybe because it's not about that."

"Wow, insightful."

"Maybe this witch isn't working the grudge, maybe they're working a spell. Check this out." He 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 Angel the book when she held her hand out, "Halloween?"

"Exactly."

"What exactly are the blood sacrifices for?"

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

Her face stayed blank, "Who?"

"We supposed to be impressed by that name?"

"Samhain. Like the origin of Halloween Samhain." At their blank looks continued, "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 orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes."

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

"Dean, this is serious."

"I am serious."

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

"And when's the marker roll around this time?"

"Tomorrow night." Sam answered

Angel rolled her eyes, "Naturally." She looked down at the book and studied the page showing a demon on a heap of bodies holding a head in his hand, "This is a hell of 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."

"That doesn't sound good…"

"It's not. He raises dark, evil crap and lots of it. I mean, they follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper."

"So we're talking ghosts, zombies, ghouls…" Angel met his eyes, "Pretty much every big bad that could be thought of?"

Sam nodded grimly, "Yeah."

"Leprechauns?" Angel and Sam both snapped their eyes to him in irritation, "Those little dudes are scary." He shrugged innocently, "Small hands."

"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. Everything we fight, all in one place."

Dean thought for a moment before tensing, "It's gonna be a slaughterhouse."