The three decided to split up to cover more ground. Dean sat in the impala outside of the Wallace house watching and eating candy. Angel sat outside the dead cheerleader's house on a bench and Sam was back at the motel looking through more research.

After ringing in Angel, Sam patched Dean in as well, "Hey."

"Hey, I patched Angel in too. How's it going?"

"Awesome, yeah." Dean grumbled, "I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. I've been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."

"What about you Angel? Anything?"

"Fraid not, Sammy. This girl was just as squeaky clean as Mr. Razor Blade. I can't seem to find anything on her other than your average high school rumor here and there."

"Well someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some connection."

Dean scoffed, "Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a-" He stopped abruptly "Son of a bitch."

"What?" Angel asked, her interest peaked, "Are you saying son of a bitch like a whine or like you've got something?"

"Oh I've got something alright."

Back at the motel…

Dean quickly picked up Angel and the two of them made their way back to the motel. Dean threw the motel key onto the table as they walked in the room. Sam was lying on the bed with the laptop open.

"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader?"

"Apparently…" Dean scoffed, "She's the wallaces babysitter."

Angel shook her head, "Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace."

"Huh…" Sam mused, "Interesting look for a centuries-old witch."

"Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean smirked as he took a seat on the other bed, "I would, hmm…"

Angel and Sam both gaped at him as he got lost in thought. Sam's bitch face was clear as day and Angel's disapproving glare nearly burned a hole in his head. When he noticed he raised his eyebrows at them innocently.

"Anyway, now that i've got that image seared into my head," Angel turned to Sam, promptly changing the subject, "Did you dig up anything good?"

"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school."

He turned the laptop to show a picture of Tracy as well as a list of notes:

NOTE: 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

At the local highschool…

The Winchesters walked into the art room of the highschool where homemade Halloween masks lined the walls. Tense, Angel studied them all warily. Upon seeing one that looked particularly demonic she stopped in front of it. The sight of the thing had memories flooding back to her. Pain filled screams and screeches filled her ears making her flinch. The strong smell of iron and burnt flesh assaulted her nostrils as well. Her fists clenched and she swallowed hard trying to wrench herself out of the flashbacks.

"Bring back memories?"

Sam's voice from behind her startled her out of her trance with a jump. She turned to see both of her brothers standing there watching her.

Angel's eyes widened, "Huh?"

"Being a teenager…" Sam eyed her, knowing something was wrong, "All that angst."

"Oh…" Angel sighed a little in relief before clearing her throat and collecting herself, "Yeah, yeah, sure."

He eyed her questioningly, "What did you think I meant?"

"Nothing." She dismissed, "It's- it's not important."

Dean looked over at a student who was attempting to put a big bong-shaped piece into a kiln and laughed, "Now that brings back memories."

"Dude…" The teenager said frowning, "I'm gonna need a bigger kiln."

Angel forced out a strained laugh while simultaneously avoiding Sam's curious and worried eyes. She turned her full attention to the teacher who made his way over to them.

"You three wanna talk to me?"

"Ah." Sam stepped up to shake his hand, "Mr. Harding."

"Oh, please, Don." He reached for Dean's hand next, "Even my students call me Don."

"Yeah, we get it, Don."

Angel elbowed him after she shook his hand last. The three of them pulled out their badges as Dean followed through with the introductions.

"I'm Agent Getty. This is Agent Lee and Agent Ramone. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis."

"Uh, yeah, Tracy. Bright kid, loads of talent. It's a shame she got suspended."

"Right." Angel nodded, "You two had a violent altercation recently, correct?"

"Yeah, she exploded." His laugh was tense, "If Principal Murrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out."

"Why?"

"I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing."

Angel raised a brow as she indicated the angry masks littering the walls, "More disturbing than creep town over there?"

"Oh yeah. She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings. Gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating."

"Symbols?" Sam showed Don a small bag with the silver Celtic coin in it, "Anything like this?"

"Yeah, I think that might have been one of them."

Dean nodded, "You know where Tracy is now?"

He shrugged, "I would imagine her apartment."

The three all gave him surprised looks at that information. Angel frowned and crossed her arms.

"She has her own apartment?"

"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."

Back at the motel…

Dean parked the Impala in the motel driveway before he and Angel got out to meet Sam. He crossed the parking lot from the other direction to meet them.

"So?"

"Tracy was nowhere I could find." Sam sighed, "Any luck with her friends?"

"Nope." Angel answered as she put her hands in her coat pockets, "You know luck's never on our side. None of her friends know where she skirted off too."

"It's like the bitch popped a broomstick."

Sam shook his head as they walked toward their motel room, "She could be making the third sacrifice any time."

"Yes." Dean glared, "Thank you, Sam."

A kid in an Astronaut costume intercepted their walk. He held up a bucket of candy between them.

"Trick or treat."

Dean motioned to the building with a small smile, "This is a motel."

"So?"

"So we don't have any candy."

Angel frowned, "Yes we do."

"We have a ton in the-"

"We did." Dean quickly hit them with a glare, "It's gone."

Sam and Angel both hit him with disapproving looks. They both understood that he meant he ate all of it. The Astronaut stood before him, also looking unimpressed.

"Sorry, kid." Dean shrugged, "We can't help ya."

"I want candy."

"Well, I think you've had enough."

The Astronaut glared even harder at Dean, narrowing his eyes. As he walked past them, he shoved Dean aside. Angel chuckled at her little brother's confused glare before following Sam back to their room. Just as Sam entered their motel room he saw two figures standing in the middle of the room. He immediately drew his gun and moved forward in an offensive stance, ready to attack.

"Who are you?!"

Angel peered around to see it was Castiel, "Wait! Stop." She put her hand on Sam's arm so he'd put his gun down as Dean rushed in behind her,"It's just Castiel. The angel." Sam stood stunned as she surveyed the other man in the room, "He's new though. Never met him."

Sam's face held a look of wonder and amazement as Cas crossed the room, "Hello, Sam."

"Oh my God. Er, uh, I didn't mean to- sorry." His nervous laugh earned frowned from both Angel and Dean, "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. The angel looked down at it unsure of what the gesture meant. Sam shook his own hand a little before Cas finally understood and obliged in the handshake.

"And I, you. Sam Winchester; The boy with the demon blood." Casriel put his free hand over Sams as the latter tensed at his words, "Glad to hear you've ceased your extracurricular activities."

The other angel stayed facing the window as he commented, "Let's keep it that way."

"Yeah, okay, chuckles." Dean glared at his back before turning to Castiel, "Who's your friend?"

"This raising of Samhain…" Castiel ignored Dean, instead turning his attention to Angel, "Have you stopped it?"

She looked taken aback by his intensity, "Why's that important to you guys?"

"Angel, have you located the witch?"

"Yes, we've located the witch."

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but-"

Dean interrupted quickly, noting the tension in the room, "We know who it is."

Castiel walked over to the bedside table, "Apparently the witch knows who you are too." 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 of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"

The three of them exchange a look before Dean shrugged, "We're working on it."

Castiel frowned, "That's unfortunate."

"Not that all this cryptic business isn't fun but…" Angel stepped up in front of her brothers, "Mind telling us what the hells going on? And why you care so much?"

Castiel looked to his associate before turning to her, "The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals."

"Ah." She scoffed, "So this is all about Lucy, is it?"

"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." Dean demanded, "We'll gank her and everybody goes home."

"We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful. She's cloaked even our methods."

"We already know who she is, so if we work together-"

The other angel quickly and powerfully interrupted Sam without even turning to ace them, "Enough of this."

Irritation instantly filled Dean, "Who are you and why should I care?"

"This is Uriel." He turned from the window with a glare directed at Dean and walked toward them as Castiel spoke, "He's what you might call a… specialist."

"A specialist?" Angel cocked a brow at Uriel as she studied him, "I don't suppose you mean in witch killing?" When Castiel and Uriel exchanged a long glance she tensed, "Didn't think so. What are you gonna do?"

Castiel met her eyes, "You three need to leave this town immediately."

"Why?"

"Because we're about to destroy it."