Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 120. It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Deans POV

One day before Halloween.

"Now how many razor blades did they find?" Sam asks Mrs Wallace while I look around the kitchen. Mrs Wallace sighs and responds, her voice full of tears. "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them." She says then looks at Ana and Sam.

"How is that even possible?" She asks as she notices me looking around the oven and in the oven door. "The candy was never in the oven." She tells me. "We just have to be thorough, Mrs Wallace." I tell her.

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Ana asks her. "No, I mean, I don't think so." She says as she shakes her head then sighs again. "I just - I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?" She says. "More than you might imagine." Sam tells her as I emerge from the floor, show Ana and Sam the hex bag I found, behind Mrs Wallace's back, making sure she doesn't see it.

Ana and Sam sigh before they look back at Mrs Wallace. "Did Luke have any enemies, Mrs Wallace?" Sam asks her. "Enemies?" She asks disbelieving. "Any one who might have held a grudge against him?" Ana asks. "What do you mean?" She asks them. "Co-workers? Neighbours? Maybe a woman." Sam lists off and I can see Mrs Wallace was taken aback by what he suggested.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" She asks, offended. "Is it possible?" Ana asks and she looks at her, shocked and offended. "No! No, Luke would ne-" she stammers but Sam speaks up to her her attention back to him. "I'm very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities." He tells her.

"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?" She asks as I look at Ana and Sam.

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I enter the motel room, tossing my keys on the table, seeing Sam and Ana sitting in the couch with his laptop and a few books on the table. Ana is flipping through the pages as Sam looks through the hex bag. I unwrap a piece of candy before tossing it into my mouth.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Ana asks me. "It's Halloween, baby." I say and she shakes her head. "Yeah, for us every day is Halloween." Sam says as I sit down on the arm of the couch, putting my hand on the back of Ana's neck, rubbing my thumb back and forth as I look at their research.

"Don't be a downer. Anything interesting?" I ask. "Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag." Ana says as Sam indicates to the hex bag that is open on the table. There is a sliver piece, the size of a coin, and something small and charred in addition to the organic thing, it kinda looks like a dried up flower.

"Hmm, no?" I say as Sam picks up the dried flower looking piece. "Gold thread, a herd that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this-" he says as he sets down the gold thread and picks up the silver piece. "...is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." He explains as I pick up the charred piece and smell it.

"And that is the charred metacarpal bone of newborn baby." Sam tells me. "Ugh." I say as I put the bone down and look disgusted as Ana chuckles. "Gross." I say disgusted while Sam picks up the bone.

"Relax man, it's like, at least a hundred years old." He tells me. "Oh right, like that makes it better? Witches, man, they're freakin' skeevy." I say as I nudge Ana and she moves over as I sit down, pulling her back into me. "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." Sam says.