Fight, Boy, Fight

Chapter 7

We were at a motel, they asked the vic's wife questions, and found a hex bag hidden. I was sitting behind Sam, watching him research, Dean walked in, he was eating candy.
Sam said" Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"
Dean said" It's halloween, man."
" Yeah. For us, every day is halloween."
" Don't be a downer. Anything interesting?"
" Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure. But this isn't your typical hex bag."
" Hmm. No?"
" Goldthread- An herb that's been extinct for 200 years. And this is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knockoff. Looks like the real deal- like 600 years old real." Dean sniffed the charred bone," And, uh... that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." Dean put it down,
" Oh, gross."
" Relax, man. It's, like, at least 100 years old."
" Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man. They're so freaking skeevy."
" Yeah. Well, it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we've ever dealt with before, that's for sure. What about you- find anything on the victim?"
" 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."

Once they got back from another victim, which they found another hex bag, they started researching.
Dean said" I'm telling you- Both of these vics are squeaky-clean. There was no reason for wicked-bitch payback."
Sam said" Maybe because it's not about that."
" Wow. Insightful."
" Maybe this witch isn't working a grudge. Maybe they're working a spell. Check this out. 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."
" Halloween?"
" Exactly."
" What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?"
" Uh, if I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon. And not just any demon- Samhain." No. That's not good, that's really bad, really really bad!
" Am I supposed to be impressed?"
" Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of halloween. The celts believed that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was 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 traditions 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 600 years."
" And the 600-year mark rolls around..."
" Tomorrow night."
" Naturally."
" Well, it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."
" That's 'cause he likes company."
" Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own."
" Raising what, exactly?"
I said" Dark, evil crap and lots of it."
Sam said" And they follow him around like the friggin' pied piper."
Dean said" So we're talking ghosts."
" Yeah."
" Zombies?"
" Mm-hmm."
" Leprechauns?"
" Dean."
" Those little dudes are scary. 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've ever seen, everything we fight all in one place."
" It's gonna be a slaughterhouse."

Everything was too hot, I was scared, I wanted my brothers! I wanted Dean! I wanted Sammy! I rammed at the door again, trying to get out but it wasn't budging. I breathed heavily, and slid down the wall, I fell to my side, whimpering. I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I want my brothers and I wanna go home! I started crying, then the door opened, I scrambled back and hit the other wall, I stared at the man.
He said" Your brothers would be so disappointed in you, River, not being able to get out of a simple room." I glared at him," And still not talking! You know... I was in your father, I saw all his thoughts... he knew you were this broken little toy, wanted to leave you somewhere no one would ever find you, somewhere you'd never find your way back. At least he treated Sam and Dean with a little care, but you... oh, no, no, no, he didn't care about you, never will. Didn't even shed a tear when Sam told him you'd died. Just told him they should worry about other things." I started crying more, he smirked," Why are you crying? He didn't care about you! Never wanted you! You were a mistake!"
I screamed" No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!"
" There it is! That got you talking." He walked to me, crouching down, he grabbed my chin tightly, holding my face up." What else makes little baby brother tick?" Pain tore through me, I started to scream...