Razor Blade Candy
"Sam, it's a baby bone."
"Did you have to say it out loud?" Sam groaned, not looking away from the open laptop screen before him.
"Yes." Jane was examining the contents of the hex bag the boys had pulled from the Wallace house. At first, with how small it was, she had thought it was a bird bone or something. But after more than a quick glance, she was reevaluating that opinion. She was no bone expert, but this didn't look avian. It looked human. Like, tiny human. "What do you think?"
Sam cursed when she dropped it on the keyboard. "Jane!"
She blinked her gray eyes at him, trying and failing to pull off the innocent look.
Sighing, he picked it up, turning it over in his hand a few times before putting it back onto the spread open hex bag. "Maybe." He returned to the keyboard.
It wasn't too long after his 'maybe', that he was changing the maybe to yes. "Metacarpal, newborn's." His nose was wrinkled. "That is-"
"Beyond disturbing. I think I have to go sanitize my entire body now."
"It's old Jane, if that makes you feel any better."
She tucked her legs underneath her, shifting the heavy book she was using for 'researching purposes' to adjust with her and leaned back into the pillows, trying to ignore all the purple. They were both on the bed Dean had claimed, sitting side by side, her legs tucked, his long legs out before him and the books scattered all about the top of the purple coverlet. She had brought her own laptop, which made the research go a little faster as Sam could now delegate tasks to her and she was competent enough to do them and understand what she was looking for and at. "It doesn't, not really."
He was saved from replying by the door opening, drawing both their attention to Dean. He tossed his keys on the table and stood there, eyeballing them while unwrapping a piece of candy. Sam had a hard time watching Dean pop that piece into his mouth. "Really? After that guy choked on those razor blades?"
Jane was thinking the same thing, her face showing her horror.
"It's Halloween, man." Dean shrugged, walking over to perch on the edge of the bed by Jane, bending down to kiss her.
Jane pulled away quickly when she realized what he had done and stuck out her tongue, eyes crossing to stare at the broken piece of candy on the tip of her tongue. "Dean!" It wasn't easy speaking with her tongue out, and it came out sounding all shades of messed up. She did not want to die via a razor blade in her mouth.
Snickering, he flicked it away. "Anything interesting?" He asked, peering at what they were doing, catching her hand in his when she went to slap him, squeezing gently.
"Witch hunt." Sam was trying to pretend he had never seen that. "But this isn't a typical hex bag."
Dean bent down to examine the things the hex bag had contained. "No?"
"No. Uh, there's goldthread, which is an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. The silver piece is Celtic, like 600 years old."
Jane pulled a face when Dean picked up the metacarpal.
Sam pulled one as well when Dean actually sniffed at it. "That is a charred metacarpal."
"Of a newborn baby." Jane felt ill, watching Dean put it back down and brush his hands off on his jeans in obvious disgust. She knew the feeling.
"Gross."
"Have you been drinking?"
Sam watched the teenage girl bob her head yes, inwardly sighing. He bet at this point she was wishing she had drank a lot more. Not that it would explain anything. He went to go get involved in the questioning but stopped when Dean held up a hand.
"I got this." Dean straightened his tie.
"Dude, two words: Angry. Jane."
Dean stopped, looked at the teen and then back at Sam. "You get this."
"Yeah."
"Sam?"
"Hmm?"
"Could you come here?"
Dean hated working with Jane's laptop. It was worse than working on Sam's. At least on Sam's, he could have a window up of something interesting while he worked. Sam knew he was pervy. He did that on Jane's and she retaliated by playing gay male porn with Enya on background. He had learned his lesson. He glanced away from the screen and watched as Sam walked over to join her on the bed, taking the book she had been reading from her.
He realized then, and it hurt in a way he couldn't understand, that they looked good together, that Jane and Sam were a better match then he was with her. They were both book smart, insanely smart, college educated… they shared similar tastes in food, in music…. Bad music, in his opinion, but they liked similar things.
He turned in his chair to study them. Jane was wearing a gray sweater with a funny neck, the sweater could have been it a dress, it came down to her upper thighs and she had worn a pair of black leggings beneath them, her feet encased in a pair of black, flat slippers. Sam was… Sam, tall, his hair somewhat brushed back from his face, in jeans and striped over shirt… their heads were inclined over the book, Sam's brown hair was brushing against Jane's black, loose hanging locks.
Then Dean smirked, green eyes fastening on the glint of silver on her right hand. Sam and Jane might've looked good together, and shared some things in common, but he was the one who was married to her and at night, it was his chest her head lay on.
Insecurity be gone.
Sam stood up, the book in his hands. "Check this out, three blood sacrifices over three days."
Dean arched an eyebrow.
"The last has to happen on the final day of the final harvest."
"Okay, so what does that mean?"
"It means, that the reason we can't find anything on the vics is because this isn't revenge."
"It's a spell." Jane finished, looking both pleased and grim. Pleased because she had pieced a good chunk of that together –go her, finally pulling some weight!- and grim because… bad. "According to the Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st."
"Halloween." Dean really wished demons, gods, and witched would give the holidays a rest.
"Samhain." She corrected.
"What?" He took the book when Sam offered it, looking down at the page.
"The witch, whoever it is, isn't summoning just a demon. She's summoning Samhain." Sam explained, dropping down opposite Dean at the table and rested his elbows on the top. "Providing we're right, of course."
"Tell me why I should be impressed?" He popped his last piece of candy into his mouth, enjoying the way Jane got squeamish. He doubted she'd eat another piece of candy within the next ten years.
Sam impressed him.
