So that conversation with Dean was...productive. Anyway, we find out there's another case a few states over so we drive there. We get to the house where the death happened. It turns out that a woman's husband was eating a chocolate and started coughing up razor blades. So we're wearing our FBI uniforms right now and Dean is looking around the house for anything that could help us whether is sulphur, hex bag or whatever, while me and Sam are interviewing Mrs Wallace, the woman. By the way it's a Halloween in a few days.
"How many razor blades did they find?" I ask.
"2 on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them, how is that even possible? The candy was never in the oven." Mrs Wallace says as we look over at Dean who is looking in her oven.
"We just have to be thorough Mrs Wallace." Dean says as he closes the oven door.
"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Sam asks.
"No, I mean I don't know, I don't think so. I just, I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff but it actually happens?"
"More than you might imagine." I say. We look over at Dean who is now standing by the fridge and he's holding up a hex bag. Great! Witches! My favorite...can't you just feel the sarcasm. He then puts it away in his pocket and walks towards us.
"Mrs Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" Sam asks.
"Enemies?"
"Anyone who might've held a grudge against him?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
"Co-workers, neighbours, maybe a woman." Sam says.
"Are you suggesting that he had an affair?"
"Is it possible?" I ask.
"No, no Luke would never."
"I'm very sorry, we just have to consider all possibilities."
"If someone wanted to kill my husband don't you think they would've found a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat."
"I'm very sorry, thank you for your time." Sam says. Then we leave to a motel, check in and change into our normal clothes. Dean decides he's going to leave. Sam opened the hex bag to see what was inside and starts doing research on it. I help him with that, I start going through a book and he looks on his laptop. I find something in this book. I pick up the dried up plant that was in the bag and look closely at it. Dean then walks through the door.
"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Sam asks Dean who is eating candy.
"It's Halloween man."
"Yeah, for us everyday is Halloween." I say.
"Don't be a downer, anything interesting?"
"Well we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure." Sam says.
"But this isn't your typical hex bag." I say.
"No?" Dean asks.
"Gold thread."
"An herb that's been extinct for 200 years." Sam says.
"And this is Celtic," I say picking up the little coin, "I mean, not a new age knock off. Looks like the real deal. Like six hundred years old real." Dean picks up a bone that was in the bag and smells it. "And that is the charred bone of a new born baby."
Dean just makes a disgusted sound a puts it back.
"Gross." He says.
"Relax, it's at least 100 years old." Sam says as he picks it up and looks at it.
"Right, like that makes it better. Witches man, they're so friggin' skeevy."
"Yeah, well 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."
"What about you, find anything on the victim?" I ask Dean.
"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."
"Great that's just fantastic."
We turn on the police radio and a few hours later the police get a call. We drive to the address. Apparently there was a Halloween party here and some high schooler died. We walk into the basement of the house where the party was being held. There's a investigator person taking a picture of a bucket full of water and apples...bobbing for apples, classic game. There's a cop talking to a girl that has a towel wrapped around her shoulders.
"I got this one." Dean says as he stops is from walking.
"Two words: Jail bait." Sam says.
"I would never."
"Exhibit A." Sam says as he points at me.
"Whatever." Dean says. I walk over with Dean as Sam starts looking around the room for another hex bag
"It was just so weird, the water in the tub, it wasn't hot. I had just been in there myself." She says to the cop.
"Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?" I ask.
"Agents Seegar and Braun, FBI." Dean says. The cop walks away.
"Umm, who's Luke Wallace?" The girl asks.
"He died yesterday." I say.
"I don't know who that is." We look over at Sam who already found it.
"Ok, thanks for your time." I say. We all leave back to the motel for more research.
"I'm telling you, both of these vics are squeaky clean." Dean says from the laptop. Me and Sam are looking in books as usual. "There was no reason for wicked witch payback."
"Maybe because its not about that." Sam says.
"Wow, inciteful." Dean says sarcastically
"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." Sam says reading from the book he had. "Celtic calendar." He says as he hands the book over to Dean.
"The final day of the final harvest is October 31st." I say more of a realization.
"Halloween." Dean says.
"Exactly."
"What exactly are the blood sacrifices for?" I ask.
"Uh if I'm right this witch is summoning a demon. Not just any demon, Sam Hayne."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asks.
"Dean, Sam Hayne 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 Sam Hayne'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 Sam Hayne took a trip downstairs the tradition stuck?" Dean asks.
"Exactly. Only now instead of demons and blood orgies it all about kids, candy and costumes."
"Okay so, some witch wants to raise Sam Hayne and take back the night?" I ask.
"Guys this is serious." Sam says.
"We're being serious." Dean says.
"We're talking heavy weight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every 600 years."
"And the 600 year marker rolls around..?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Naturally." I say
"That sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon." Dean says.
"That's because he like company. Once he's raised, Sam Hayne can do some raising of his own."
"Raising what exactly?" I ask.
"Dark, evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper."
"So we're talking ghosts."
"Yeah."
"Zombies?"
"Mhm."
"Leprechauns?"
"Dean."
"Those little dudes are scary. Small hands."
"Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by nights end we are talking every awful thing we've ever seen, everything we fight. All in one place."
"It's gonna be a slaughter house." I say. We continue on with our research and then finally call it a night.
The next day it's Halloween. Dean decides to go out for more investigating and me and Sam stay at the motel.
"How's it going?" Sam asks Dean over the phone. Sam puts the phone on speaker so that I can hear too.
"Awesome. Yeah I talked with Mrs Razor blade again. I've sitting out in front of her house for hours and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."
"Look Dean, someone planted those hex bags." Sam says.
"Someone with access to both houses." I add.
"There's gotta be some connection." Sam continues.
"Yeah, well I hope we find one soon because I'm starting to cramp like a...son of a bitch."
"Wait, what?"
"No, I mean son of a bitch. The girl from the party is here." Dean hangs up.
"Well alrighty then." I say then get back to figuring out how to stop Sam Hayne. Dean walks through the door a few minutes later.
"So?" Sam asks him.
"Our apple bobbing cheerleader?" I ask.
"Tracy, the Wallace's babysitter. She told me and Ash that she never even heard of Luke Wallace."
"Huh? Interesting look for a centuries old witch." Sam says.
"Yeah well if you were a 600 year old hag and could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?"
"I would." I say at the same time as Dean. Me and Sam just look at him. I get up, walk over to him and slap him upside the head.
"Ash you have no reason to be a hot cheerleader, you're already...this. Hotter than her." Dean says.
"If that's you trying to make things better...keep trying." I say.
"Anyways, Tracy is not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging, apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers. Got suspended from school" Sam says as he hands his laptop over to Dean. I walk over to Dean to see what's on the laptop and its Tracy's information like her email and where she lives and stuff. We decide to take a trip to her school and check things out. Yay, I get to wear my FBI outfit again. Complete sarcasm. We walk into the art room because the teacher she had a fight with was the art teacher. Dean walks in before me and Sam because we want to look around slower than him.
"Bring back memories." Sam says as we walk up behind Dean.
"What do you mean?" Dean asks.
"Being a teenager, all that angst."
"Oh."
"What did you think I meant?"
"Nothing."
"Now that brings back memories?" I say as I look over to see a guy trying to fit a tall sculpture that looks like a giant bong made out of clay into a kiln.
"Dude, I need a bigger kiln." He says to himself.
"You folks wanted to talk to me?" The teacher says as he walks into the class.
"Mr Harting." Sam says.
"Oh please, call me Don."
"Okay Don." I say.
"Even my students call me Don." He says as he shakes our hands.
"Yeah we get it Don." Dean says. He walks over to a table to put down the box that he was carrying.
"I'm Agent Getty, this are Agents Lee and Fin. We just had a few questions about Tracy Davis." Dean says.
"Oh Tracy, bright kid, loads of talent. It's a shame she got suspended."
"You two had a violent altercation?" I ask.
"Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murro hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would've clawed my eyes out."
"Why?" Sam asks.
"I was only trying to rep with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing."
"More disturbing than those guys?" Dean asks as he points to the masks that were hanging from the ceiling.
"She would color page after page of these bizarre cryptic symbols and then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings. Gory, primitive. He depicted herself in the middle of them, participating."
"Symbols, what kind of symbols? Anything like this?" Sam says showing him the Celtic coin.
"Yeah, I think that might've been one of them."
"Do you know where Tracy is now?" I ask.
"I imagine her apartment."
"Her apartment?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, she got here about a year ago alone. As I understood it as an emancipated teen."
"God only know what her parents were like."
"Alright well thanks for your time." I say. We leave back to our motel. Get changed then me and Sam walk to Tracy's apartment while Dean goes out to ask her friends questions . We walk back to the motel as Dean gets back too.
"So?" Dean asks as he gets out of the car.
"Tracy was nowhere we could find." Sam says.
"Any luck with her friends?" I ask.
"Luck is not our style, her friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch hopped a broomstick."
"She could be making the third sacrifice any time." Sam says.
"Yes, thank you Sam." Dean says as a kid who looks about 10 or 11 dressed up in an astronaut costume walks up to us.
"Trick or treat." He says holding a little orange bucket.
"This is a motel." Dean says.
"So?"
"So we don't have any candy."
"No, we have a ton in the-" Sam starts.
"We did, but it's gone." Dean interrupts.
"Sorry kid, we can't help you." I say.
"I want candy." The kid says.
"Well I think you've had enough." He just gives me and Dean the stink eye. I keep walking and the kid side checks Dean.
"I waant candy." I start singing. That kid got that song stuck in my head.
"Ash stop." Dean and Sam say.
"I waant candy." I sing louder just to annoy them then I laugh. Sam opens the door to our hotel room.
"Who are you?" He yells as he pulls out his gun and aims it at the person in our room. I walk in behind him and see that there's more than one person, there's two. And it's Castiel.
"Sam, Sam wait." Dean says coming in behind us.
"That Castiel. The angel." I say. Sam puts his gun down.
"Him we don't know." Dean says about the other guy.
"Hello Sam." Castiel says.
"Oh my god. Er-ah- I didn't mean to, sorry. It's an honor. Really I've heard a lot about you." Sam says. He puts his hand out to Castiel to shake his hand, and Castiel just looks at it like he doesn't know what to do. He then grabs Sam hand and does shake it.
"And I, you. Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. I'm glad to hear you've ceased your extra curricular activities."
"Let's keep it that way." The other guy finally says.
"Yeah okay Chuckles." Dean says.
"Who's your friend?" I ask Castiel."
"This raising of Sam Hayne, have you stopped it?" Castiel asks, ignoring my question.
"Why?" Dean asks.
"Dean, have you located the witch?"
"Yes, we've located the witch."
"And is the witch dead?"
"No-" Sam starts.
"But we know who it is." I finish.
"Apparently the witch know who you are too." Castiel walks over to our bedside table and picks up a hex bag. "This was inside the wall of your room. If we hasn't found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"
"We're working on it." Dean says.
"That's unfortunate."
"Why do you care?" I ask.
"The raising of Sam Hayne is one of the 66 seals."
"So this is about your buddy Lucifer." Dean says.
"Lucifer is no friend of ours." The other guy says.
"It's just an expression."
"Lucifer cannot rise, the breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs."
"Okay, great. Now that you're here why don't you tell us where the witch is, we'll gank her and everybody goes home."
"We are not omniscient, this witch is very powerful, she's cloaked even our methods."
"Okay, we already know who she is, so if we work together-"
"Enough of this." The guy says.
"Okay, who the hell are you and why should we care?" I ask. He's pissing me off.
"This is Uriel. He's what you might call a specialist." Castiel says.
"What kind of a specialist?" Dean asks. There's a silence.
"What are you gonna do?" I ask.
"You, all of you need to leave this town immediately."
"Why?" Dean asks.
"Because we're about to destroy it."
"So this is your plan, your going to smite the whole friggin' town?"
"We're out of time, this witch has to die, the seal must be saved."
"There are a thousand people here." Sam says.
"One thousand two hundred and fourteen." Uriel says.
"And you're willing to kill them all?"
"This isn't the first time I've...purified a city."
"Look, I understand this is regretable." Castiel says.
"Regretable?" Dean says.
"That's an understatement." I say.
"We have to hold the line, too many seals have broken already." Castiel says.
"So you screwed the pooch on some sales and now this town has to pay the price?" Dean asks.
"It's the lives of 1000 against the lives of 6 billion. There's a bigger picture here."
"Right, because you're bigger picture kinda guys." I say.
"Lucifer cannot rise. He does then hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?"
"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die." Sam says.
"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel says.
"I'm sorry, but we have our orders." Castiel says.
"No you can't do this, you're angels. I mean aren't you supposed to-you're supposed to show mercy." Sam says.
"Says who?" Uriel asks.
"We have no choice." Castiel says.
"Of course you have a choice." Dean says.
"What? Have you never questioned a crap order? What? Are you both just a couple of hammers?" I ask.
"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith. The plan is just." Castiel says.
"How can you even say that?" Sam asks.
"Because it comes from heaven. That makes it just."
"It must be nice to be so sure of yourselves." Dean says.
"Tell me something Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?"
"Well sorry boys, looks like the plans have changed."
"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asks.
"No." Dean starts.
"But if you're gonna smite this whole town then you're gonna have to smite us with it because we're not leaving." I say walking towards him. "See you went to the trouble of busting Dean outta hell, I figure he's worth something to the man upstairs."
"So you wanna waste me, go ahead, see how he digs that." Dean says on the same page as me and walking up towards me.
"I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel says to him.
"But you'll have to kill me."
"Then we're back to the same problem." I say.
"I mean c'mon, are you gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch?" Dean asks.
"We could do this, we will find that witch and we will stop the summoning." I say walking back to over to Castiel.
"Castiel, I will not let these-"
"Enough. I suggest you move quickly." Castiel says.
"Yay thanks." I say more cheerful now. I hug Castiel and then run out the door. Sam and Dean follow quickly behind. I get to Dean's car and stop. I start laughing right away because somebody egged his car. He just looks at his car for a bit.
"Astronaut!" He yells blaming it on the kid that wanted candy. We get in the car.
"What?" Dean asks Sam.
"Nothing. I thought they'd be different."
"The angels?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Well I tried to tell you." Dean says.
"I just, I mean I though they'd be righteous."
"Well, they are righteous, that's kinda the problem." I say.
"Of course there's nothing more dangerous than an a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission." Dean says.
"But, I mean this is god and heaven and this is what I've praying to." Sam says.
"Look man, I know you're into the whole god thing, Jesus and stuff like that, just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean that the whole barrel is rotten, I mean for all we know god hates these jerks. Don't give up on this stuff is all I'm saying."
"Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball is still a beautiful game." I say. Sam opens the hex bag and picks up the charred bone.
"Are you gonna figure out a way to stop this witch or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean says.
"Do you know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this?" Sam asks.
"No."
"A lot, I mean more than some fire or some kitchen oven."
"Okay Betty Crocker, what does that mean?"
"It means we make a stop." We drive back to the school and go back into the art room.
"So Tracy used a kiln to char the bone. What's the big deal?" Dean says as Sam goes into 'Don's' desk.
"That hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy."
"After we talked to the teacher." I say. One of the drawers on the teacher's desk is locked. Sam picks up a carving hammer from the table behind him and starts hitting the lock. He gets it open after 5 hits. He opens the drawer and inside is a bunch of little bones.
"Oh my god, those are all from children." Sam says.
"And I'm guessing he's not saving it for the dog." Dean says.
We find out where the teacher lives and drive there. We hear someone speaking in a different language like Latin or something coming from the basement. We walk down there and get the right on time. Tracy as ropes bound around her wrists and the rope is attached to the ceiling. There's a piece of cloth around her head and its in her mouth so that she can't scream. The teacher has a dagger and brings it up above his head to stab her but me Sam and Dean shoot him before he can kill Tracy. Sam checks the teachers pulse, Dean goes over to cut Tracy free and I just stand there ready to shoot anything else because honestly this seemed too easy.
"Thank you he was going to kill me." Tracy says after she takes the fabric off her mouth. "That sick son of a bitch. Did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was? My brother always was a dim-" We take our guns out again to shoot her but she yells something which sends flying back and landing on the floor as writhing in agony because of something she did to us. "He was going to make me the final sacrifice. His idea, but now that honor goes to him. Our master's return, the spell works a two man job, you understand? So for 600 years, I had to deal with that son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable. The whole time I wanted to rip his face off and you get him with a gun, I love that. You know back in the day this was the night you kept your children inside. Well tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is." She then starts chanting more of the spell.
Sam works his way over to 'Don' who is laying on the floor dead and Sam takes Sam of the blood that bled out of him and rubs it on his face.
"What are you doing?" Dean whispers.
"Jut follow my lead." Sam whispers back wiping more blood on Dean then my face. S lays on the floor in silence, pretending to be dead so me and Dean do the same.
"My love." I hear Tracy say.
"You've aged." Her master says who I'm assuming took possession of Don's body.
"This face, I can't fool you."
"Your beauty is beyond time." I then hear the snap of a neck and the pain from Tracy's spell is gone. "Whore." I hear footsteps walk towards us, stop, then walk away. I then hear a door open then close from upstairs.
"What the hell was that?" I ask as we all sit up a bit.
"Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him. So I have it a shot." Sam explains.
"You gave it a shot?" Dean asks. We get up and start wiping the blood of our faces.
"How are we going to find this mook?" I ask as get outside and walk to the impala.
"Where would you go to raise all the dark forces of the night?" Sam asks.
"The cemetery." Dean answers.
"Yeah." Sam says as we all get it the car.
"So this demon is pretty powerful." I say once we're on our way to the cemetery.
"Yeah." Dean says.
"It Might take more than the usual weapons." Sam says. Both me and Dean look at Sam like he's stupid.
"Sam no, you're not using your psychic whatever." Dean says.
"But-"
"Don't even think about it, Ruby's knife, which Ashlee has, is enough." Dean interrupts.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"Because the Angela said so, for one." I say.
"I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics."
"Well they happen to be right about this." Dean says.
"I don't know Dean, it doesn't seem like they're right about much."
"Forget the angels okay, you said yourself these powers is like playing with fire."
"Please." I say as hold out my knife in front of him. He goes to take it but I pull it back. "You're not taking it right know though, this knife is mine now and it's like my baby." I say and put it back in my boot. We get to the cemetery and there's a bunch of high schoolers locked in a crypt with a bunch of rattling tombs. At least there's a gate and not an actual stone door.
"Help them." Sam says.
"Dude, you're not going off alone." Dean says.
"Do it." I hand Sam my knife and he takes it with him. At least I have a gun too.
"Stand back." Dean says to the terrified teens. He shoot at the lock on the gate and then kicks the gate open.
"C'mon, c'mon." I say shuffling them out. Me and Dean walk in to the little room that they were locked in. There's a tomb plaque thing that fell down and broke and now there's a dead person crawling out of it. And then another one.
"Bring it on stinky." Dean says. I pull out a different and longer dagger from the duffel bag that Dean brought. We stab all of them. Maybe they had a peaceful death the first time...just not this time. Dean stabs the last zombie then there's a woman that walks towards us. I go to stab her but she just disappears and reappears behind us. She throws me to the wall and then Dean right beside me with her ghost powers then disappears.
"Zombie-ghost orgy huh?" Dean asks rhetorically. "Well that's it, we're torching everybody." Dean says as he looks at me. I just nod my head and we get up to get everything we need. We put gasoline and salt over all the bodies and then burn them all. We run to the room we know Sam and Sam Hayne will be. When we turn the corner we see Sam using his psychic mind powers to send Sam Hayne back to hell. There's nothing we can do but stand there and watch. Sam eventually puts his hand to his head as if he's getting a headache. Then Don's body falls to the floor and the black demon smoke goes through the floor back to hell. Sam looks up at us out of breath and guilt written all over his face. I walk into the room and see my knife on the floor so I pick it up and walk out back to the car, Dean following behind me and then Sam. We drive back to the motel and we're all too tired to leave tonight so we all crash right away when we get back to the motel. So me and Dean decided to go for a walk in different directions and Sam stays at the motel. We meet back at the motel after and we get all packed up and then leave this town.