"A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks."
"Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?"
"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out."
"You did?" Dean and Lucie asked.
"Yeah. You two seem surprised."
"Well yeah, it's just, you know. not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean reasoned.
Sam, mildly challenging, shot back, "What way is that?"
"I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and-" Sam gave him a look, "yeah, I'll shut up now."
"Look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So we're not giving up on her, but we're not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can."
"Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you."
Sam ducked his head and laughed.
"All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it."
Harriet and Cadence ran up and the former said, "Is there hot cocoa?"
Lucie smiled as she handed her the hot cocoa. "What's the rule, sweetie?"
"Two hands and slow sipping. Thank you, Mama."
"That's right. You're welcome." She gave Cadence a cup of chocolate milk and the little girl squealed gleefully.
EXT. PIERPONT INN - DAY
It wasn't raining, but the roads were wet and the air misty as Sam, Lucie, Harriet, Cadence and Dean parked the Impala in front of the inn. Dean got out of the driver's side.
"Dude, this is sweet," Dean said. "I never get to work jobs like this."
"Like what?" Sam and Lucie asked.
"Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways ...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." He closed his eyes briefly. "Mmm, Daphne. Love her."
"Is Mommy your Daphne?" Harriet asked.
Dean nodded. "Yes she is."
"Even better her hair's red."
"That's right; it is even better."
Lucie smiled at his words.
As they went up the steps, Sam and Lucie noticed an urn on the side of the porch.
"Hey, wait a sec," Sam called as he and Lucie inspected it more closely. "She and I aren't so sure haunted's the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"You see this pattern here?" He tapped a five-point symbol engraved in the urn. "That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot."
"Five-spot."
Lucie nodded. "Yeah."
"That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?"
"Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies."
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Forged In The Fire
Mystery / ThrillerLucie and Dean have chosen to live separately while he goes on hunts and she stays home with the kids. But when she makes a concerned call to her brother-in-law, she decides to make her way to her husband. She becomes roped into her husband's life...
11. Playthings
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