Supernatural: It’s The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
November 5th 2008 22:54
It's Halloween! Which means Sam's least favorite holiday, and Dean's favorite time to get a lot of cheap candy!
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Two days before Halloween
A woman returns home to her husband and baby daughter telling them she had to wrestle a little old lady for the last of the Halloween candy. She laughs and puts the candy in the cupboard then picks up her daughter and heads upstairs. Her husband lingers. She asks him if he’s coming up, and he says he’ll be up in a minute.
The second his wife is out of site, the guy automatically goes to the cupboard the sneaks some candy. Suddenly he stops chewing. He reaches inside his mouth and pricks his hand on none other than a razor blade.
Wincing, he manages to yank it out, then to his horror, he starts to cough up more of them! He coughs to the floor, then goes limp, blood pooling from his mouth.
His wife comes down. What’s taking him so—She spots him dead on the floor and screams.
~*~*~
One Day Before Halloween
Sam and Dean meet with Mrs. Wallace, the victim’s wife. As she tells Sam that her husband swallowed four razor blades without even knowing it, she suddenly notices Dean investigating her oven. “The candy was never in the oven,” she tells him. He closes the door and tells her they just need to be thorough.
Sam asks if there were any more razor blades in any of the other candy and Mrs. Wallace tells him there wasn’t. She really can’t believe this is happening. “You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?” Sam sighs and tells her, “More than you might imagine.”
Dean holds up the hex bag he’s found over near the oven, and Sam asks the victim’s wife if he had any enemies. A woman maybe? She insists that her husband would never have an affair. Besides, “if someone wanted to murder my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way that a razor in a piece of candy he MIGHT eat?”
Sam looks up to find Dean giving him a ‘she’s got a point’ look.
~*~*~
Back at their hotel, Sam looks up from the research book he’s studying to find Dean unwrapping and eating candy.
Sam eyes the candy. “Really? Even after that guy choked down all those razor blades?”
Dean eats another piece. “It’s Halloween, man.”
“Yeah, for us every day is Halloween.”
“Don’t be a downer.” Dean sits down to see what Sam’s been studying. “Anything interesting?”
Sam tells him that, “We’re on a witch hunt that’s for sure. But this isn’t your typical hex bag.”
What’s so weird about it? Well for one, it’s got an herb in it that’s been extinct for 200 years, a real like-600-years-old Celtic coin, and, Sam nods to the small black bone in Dean’s hand. “That is a charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby.”
Dean makes a face and quickly sets it down. “Gross.”
“Relax man, it’s like a hundred years old.”
“Right like that makes it any better?” Dean shudders. “Witches man, they’re so freakin’ skeevey.”
Sam agrees. And according to this hex bag, they’re dealing with a pretty powerful one. So, did Dean find anything on the victim?
“This Luke Wallace?” Dean answers. “He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.” He couldn’t find any reason why anyone would want this guy dead.
~*~*~
*Cue typical teenage Halloween party*
Two girls, dressed oh so originally as a cheerleader and a nurse, glance around the lame party. Clearly the only reason they’re even here is to meet up with the I’ve-been-ran-over-by-a-truck guy in the corner trying to break into the triple-locked liquor cabinet. He asks if they’re going to go to the party the next night. They’ll be there if he’ll be there. It’s gotta be better than this party, right?
The cheerleader spots a tub of water with apples floating in them. The kid points out how lame bobbing for apples is, but when the cheerleader leans down and snatches a ruby red apple out of the water with just her mouth, he changes his mind. Not to be outdone, the Halloween nurse decides she wants to have a crack at it.
She leans down over the tub and bites at an apple. She misses. She tries again and misses again, so she dives deeper. She starts to pull back to get a better look at the floating fruit, but something is very wrong. She can’t get out of the water.
“Wow, she can really hold her breath.”
The cheerleader laughs.
The girl in the apple bobbing water is starting to panic. She tries to pull out of the water again and again, but it’s as if an invisible hand is holding her under. She starts to struggle, and finally her friends realize something’s wrong. They rush to her side and try to help her out, but it’s no use. She claws at the edges of the tub as suddenly the water starts to boil.
“What is happening?”
“Jenny come one!” The cheerleader grabs her friend’s arms and tries to pull her out as steam starts to rise from the now boiling water. Jenny screams underwater as her face starts to turn red. Jenny’s heels slide uselessly against the tile, unable to get a good grip, until they suddenly go limp.
The boy pulls her up. Jenny’s is dead. Boiled alive.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean arrive at the crime scene. The cheerleader is giving her statement to a cop. The boy stands nearby.
Dean spots the cheerleader and holds Sam back from heading over. “I got this one.”
“Two words,” Sam tells his brother. “Jail bait.”
Dean gives him an offended look. “I would never.” Sam just heads over to start searching the couch.
Dean introduces himself as an FBI agent and asks the girl if she knew Mr. Wallace. She said that she’d never met him before, and Sam holds up a hex bag. Well, that was quick.
~*~*~
Back at the hotel, Dean’s on the computer, Sam’s reading again. Dean can’t find anything about the victims that would make anyone want to kill them for payback.
“Maybe because it’s not about that.” Sam says, studying his book.
“Wow, insightful,” Dean says sarcastically.
“Maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out.” Sam gets up to show Dean the book. “Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest.” On the Celtic calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31. Halloween.
Dean asks what exactly the blood sacrifices are for, and Sam tells him that if he’s right, then this witch is summoning a demon. And not just any demon. “Samhain.”
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Dean asks.
Sam explains that Samhain is the origin of Halloween. “Celts believed that October 31 was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead.” Dean turns the page to see a picture of horned demon holding up head as Sam continues, “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 tradition stuck?”
“Exactly. Only now instead of demon’s and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candy, and costumes.”
“So some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?”
“Dean this is serious.”
“I am serious.”
Sam tells him that they’re talking serious witchcraft. As in can-only-be-done-every-600-ye ars serious.
Dean: And the 600 year marker rolls around…?
Sam: Tomorrow night.
Dean: Naturally.
Dean comments that that’s a lot of death and destruction for one demon. “That’s cuz he likes company,” Sam says. “Once Samhain is raised, he can do some raising on his own.”
Raising what exactly? Oh just “dark evil crap and lots of it. And they follow him around like the freakin’ Pied Piper.”
“So we’re talking ghosts?”
“Yeah.”
“Zombies?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Leprechauns?”
“Dean.”
“Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.” Dean holds up his to elaborate.
Sam tells him it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, by the end of the night they’re going to be facing “Everything we fight. All in the same place.”
Dean looks at his brother. “It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse.”
Sam nods. This is definitely not going to be a happy Halloween.
~*~*~
Dean sits in The Impala, unwrapping another candy to add to his huge stack of wrappers in the seat next to him. His phone rings and he tells Sam that he’s been sitting outside Mrs. Razor-blade’s house for ours “and I’ve got a big steaming pile of nothin’.”
Sam points out that someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses, so there’s gotta be a connection. Dean starts to say he hopes something happens soon because he’s starting to cramp up, when suddenly the cheerleader from the Halloween party shows up at the house.
~*~*~
Dean tosses his hotel key on the table and Sam looks up from his computer. “So? Our apple-bobbing cheerleader?”
“Tracey? The Wallace’s babysitter. She told me she’d never even heard of Luke Wallace.”
“Interesting look for a centuries old witch,” Sam says.
“Yeah well, if you were a 600 year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn’t you go for a hot cheerleader? I would.” Dean gets a far-off look in his eye and Sam just stares at him. Dean continues to daydream a second, then realizes Sam is staring at him.
Anyway, Sam did some digging and found out that Tracey got suspended from school for getting into some “violent altercations” with one of her teachers.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean visit the high school. As they’re walking under an art exhibit of masks, Dean spots one in particular that makes him stop dead in his tracks. Hellish screams fill his head as he stares at it.
“Bring back memories?” Sam asks from behind him, and Dean whips around to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Being a teenager,” Sam answers. “All that angst.”
“Oh.”
“What’d you think I meant?”
“Nothing.” Dean spots a pottery student trying to fit his bong into the kiln. “Now that brings back memories.”
The kid is disappointed when his pottery project won’t fit. “Dude, I’m gonna need a bigger kiln.”
The teacher, “call me Don” shows up and tells them that it was a shame that Tracey got expelled. He was just trying to talk to her about her work, but she basically attacked him. Why was he concerned about her work? Don says it’d gotten very disturbing.
Dean glances back at the masks. Even more disturbing than those?
Don tells them that Tracey “would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols. And then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive. She would depict herself in the middle of them, participating.” Well that sounds like the girl they’re looking for.
Sam holds up the Celtic coin and asks if the symbols looked anything like that. Don thinks that could have been one of them. Where can they find Tracey? Probably at her apartment. Don tells them that Tracey showed up on her own about a year ago, “As I understand it as an emancipated teen.” He wonders what her parents were like.
~*~*~
Dean drives up to the hotel and Sam walks over to The Impala as he gets out. Neither of them could find Tracey. As they walk to their room, a kid dressed as an astronaut and carrying his Halloween bucket walks up. “Trick-or-treat.”
“This is a motel,” Dean tells him.
“So?”
“So we don’t have any candy.”
“No we have a ton,” Sam says, turning towards The Impala. “In the uh—”
“We did but it’s gone,” Dean interrupts. “Sorry kid we can’t help you.”
The astronaut stares back at him. “I want candy.”
“Well I think you’ve had enough,” Dean tells him, and the kid gives him the evil eye.
Sam starts to head up to their room and the astronaut purposely bumps into Dean as he walks off.
~*~*~
Sam opens the hotel room door and pulls out his gun. “Who are you?!”
Castiel simply continues to stare forward, his back to Sam as Dean quickly rushes in to stop his brother. “Sam! Sam wait! It’s Castiel. The angel.” Sam spots another guy standing at the window, his back to them as well. “Him I don’t know.”
Sam is totally shocked and in awe to finally be meeting Castiel. “It’s an honor. Really I’ve heard a lot about you.” Sam holds out his hand and Castiel stares at it. When Sam still waits for him to shake it, Castiel finally does, answering, “And I you.”
“Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood,” Castiel says, holding onto Sam’s hand. “I’m glad to hear you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” the man by the window finally speaks.
“Yeah okay, chuckles,” Dean tells him, turning to Castiel. “Who’s your friend?”
Castiel ignores his question, instead asking if they’ve located the witch. Yes. Is she dead? No, but they know who it is.
“Apparently the witch knows who you are too,” Castiel says, walking over to pick up a hex bag. He tells them that they found it inside their walls. If they hadn’t removed it, Sam and Dean would probably be dead by now. So do they know where the witch is now?
Dean looks at Sam, then answers, “We’re working on it.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“What do you care?” Dean asks Castiel. The angel tells him that the raising of Samhain is another one of the 66 seals.
“So this is about your buddy Lucifer,” Dean says, and the guy standing at the window (who still hasn’t turned around) says, “Lucifer is no friend of ours.”
“It’s just an expression,” Dean answers, and Castiel reminds him that Lucifer cannot rise and the seals cannot be broken. Okay, so Dean tells him to tell them where the witch is and they’ll go get her. Castiel tells him that they’re not omniscient. This is a very powerful witch they’re dealing with and “she’s cloaked even our methods.”
“Okay, well we already know who she is, if we work together—”
Sam is interrupted by the mysterious man at the window. “Enough of this.”
Dean’s had enough of the mystery. “Who are you and why should I care?”
“This is Uriel,” Castiel tells them as Uriel finally turns around to face them. “He’s what you might call…a specialist.”
“What kind of specialist?” Dean asks. Neither angel answers.
When Sam asks them what they’re going to do, Castiel tells them that they both “need to live this town immediately.” Why? “Because we’re about to destroy it.”
Sam and Dean exchange a surprised and alarmed look, and Dean says, “So this is your plan? You’re gonna smite the whole freakin’ town?”
Castiel tells them that they don’t have time. This witch has to be stopped no matter what. Sam argues that there has to be at least a thousand people here—1,214 Uriel corrects. “And you’re willing to kill them all?” Sam asks.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve…purified a city,” Uriel tells him.
“Look I understand that this is regrettable,” Castiel tells them, to which Dean an only scoff, “Regrettable?”, but Castiel tells them that “we have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already.”
Dean still can’t get over the whole smiting an innocent town thing. Castiel argues that “it’s the lives of 1,000 versus the lives of 6 billion. There’s a bigger picture here.”
“So you’re bigger picture kind of guys huh?”
Castiel steps up to Dean. “Lucifer cannot rise. He does and Hell rises with him. Is that something you’re willing to risk?”
Dean swallows hard and Sam quickly steps in to assure them that that he and Dean will find the witch and no one else will have to die. Uriel thinks they’re “wasting time with these mud monkeys.”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel says, glancing at Uriel. “We have our orders.”
“You can’t do this, you’re *angels*!” Sam says, at a loss. “I mean aren’t you supposed to show mercy?”
“Says who?” Uriel asks.
“We have no choice,” Castiel tells them, his back to Sam and Dean.
“Of course you have a choice,” Dean argues. “I mean come on, you’ve never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both just a couple of hammers?”
“Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith,” Castiel tells them. “The plan is just.”
Sam can’t believe what he’s hearing. “How can you even say that?”
Castiel turns to look at him. “Because it comes from Heaven. That makes it just.”
“It must be nice to be so sure of yourselves,” Dean tells him.
“Tell me something, Dean” Castiel asks. “When your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?”
“I’m sorry boys, it looks like our plans have changed,” Dean tells them. Uriel is amused. They think they can stop them? Nope. But if they’re going to smite the whole town, they’re going to have to do it with Sam and Dean in it. Dean tells them that they went to all the trouble of busting him out of the pit, “so I figure I’m worth something to the man upstairs.” Uriel just stares at him with a smug look on his face.
“You want to waste me?” Dean asks him. “Go ahead. See how He digs that.”
“I’m gonna drag you out of here myself.”
“Yeah but you’ll have to kill me. Then we’re back to the same problem. I mean come on, you’re gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch?” Dean asks. “Sounds to me like you’re compensating for something.”
Uriel is not amused. Dean turns instead to Castiel. “We can do this. We will find this witch, and we will stop the summoning.”
“Castiel—”
“Enough,” Castiel interrupts Uriel, then tells Dean, “I suggest you move quickly.”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean walk outside to find The Impala covered in milk. Sam opens the passenger side door just waiting for his brother to blow up. Dean stares at his car then then turns and shouts, “ASTRONAUT!”
Furious, Dean gets in the car, then notices something’s up with his brother. “What?”
“Nothing,” Sam grumbles, looking at the hex bag in his hands. He lets out harsh breath and tells Dean, “I thought they’d be different. “
“What the angels?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I tried to tell you.”
“I mean I thought they’d be righteous.”
Dean shrugs. “Well they are righteous.” He laughs. “I mean that’s kind of the problem.” Sam looks at him, confused, and Dean adds, “Of course there’s nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he’s on a holy mission.”
Sam thinks a second. “But I mean this…is God and Heaven? This is what I’ve been praying to?”
“Look man, I know you’re into the whole God thing,” Dean tells his brother. “Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that.” He grins, then becomes serious. “But just because there’s a couple of bad apples doesn’t mean the whole barrel is rotten. I mean for all we know, God hates these jerks.” Sam thinks about this as Dean adds, “Don’t give up on this stuff is all I’m saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball’s still a beautiful game.”
Good point. Sam doesn’t answer, instead picking up the bone in the now opened hex bag in his lap.
“Well are you gonna find out some way to find this witch or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?” Dean puts the keys into the ignition and guns the engine.
“You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this Dean?” Sam asks.
“No.”
“A lot. I mean more than a fire or some kitchen oven.”
“Okay Betty Crocker, what does that mean?”
Sam’s mood brightens. He’s figured it out. “It means we make a stop.”
~*~*~
The boys are back at the high school, the art room to be exact. So Tracey used the kiln to char the bone? Sam reminds Dean that “that hex bag turned up in their room not after they talked to Tracey…”
“After we talked to the teacher,” Dean finishes.
Sam leans down to find one of Don’s drawers locked. With a padlock. He grabs a nearby hammer and breaks it. The draw is full of bones from children. Dean’s guessing “he’s not saving them for the dog.”
~*~*~
It’s Halloween night and the kids are out in their costumes happily trick-or-treating. Uriel sits on a bench and Castiel stands nearby, watching the kids. “The decision’s been made.”
Uriel chuckles. “By a mud monkey.”
“You shouldn’t call them that.”
“That’s what they are. Savages. Just pluming on two legs.”
Castiel glares at Uriel. “You’re close to blasphemy.” Uriel just shrugs and Castiel reminds him that, “There is a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential, he may succeed here.” Castiel sits down, resting his chin on his hands. “At any rate, it’s out of our hands.”
“It doesn’t have to be…”
“And what would you suggest?”
“That we drag Dean Winchester out of here. That we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.”
“You know our true orders,” Castiel says fiercely. “Are you prepared to disobey?”
Uriel doesn’t answer. Guess not.
~*~*~
As the kids continue to trick-or-treat outside, inside Don’s basement, he’s preparing to sacrifice Tracey. He says the incantation then walks over to where he has the girl tied up by her arms and gagged. He traces his knife along her collarbone, down towards her heart. He smiles, then raises the knife and--*BAM BAM BAM!*
Don falls to the floor revealing Sam and Dean behind him. The boys put away their guns and Dean rushes over to untie Tracey as Sam checks Don’s pulse.
“Thank you, he was gonna kill me!” Tracey says, disgusted. Didn’t they see what he was doing? “Didn’t you hear him. How sloppy his incantation was?” Tracey says, tone suddenly changing. “My brother always was the dim—” She holds up her hand, flinging Sam and Dean back before they can get to their weapons.
Sam and Dean grunt in pain, curled up on the floor as Tracey tells them that her brother will now be the last sacrifice, not her. She laughs about how she’s had to put up with Don for 600 years, and now they get him with a gun. “Ah, I love that.”
She fills her goblet with Don’s blood as Sam and Dean continue to gasp in pain on the floor, clutching their stomachs.
“You know, back in the day this was the one night you kept your children inside.” Tracey walks back to the table where Don began the ritual. “Well tonight you’ll all see how Halloween really is.”
As Tracey begins the incantation, Sam struggles over to Don’s body, dipping his hand in the blood pooling on the floor. He wipes the blood all over his own face and Dean is confused. “What…are you doing?”
“Just follow my lead,” Sam gasps, painting Dean’s face with blood. Dean has no idea what’s going on here and is a little grossed out by this, but goes with it. Sam manages to cover his brother’s face in blood, then grunts in pain and falls back.
Tracey finishes the ritual and the cement floor suddenly cracks apart, raising Samhain into the body of Don. Don, now Samhain, gets up off the floor, and walks over to Tracey, kissing her.
“My love.”
“You’ve aged.”
“This face…I can’t fool you.”
“Your beauty is beyond time,” he tells her, then snaps her neck. Tracey falls to the floor, dead and Samhain growls, “Whore.”
Suddenly getting a whiff of humans, Samhain turns around to find Sam and Dean on the floor, apparently dead. His vision is very blurry, and he steps right over them and out the door.
Once he’s gone, Dean opens his eyes and sits up, whispering to his brother, “What the hell was that?”
“Halloween lore,” Sam answers. “People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot.”
Dean stares at his brother. “You gave it a shot?”
~*~*~
Samhain stalks down the street, the children hidden from his view by their costumes.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean get into The Impala. They’re off to the cemetery.
“So this demon’s pretty powerful,” Sam says once they’re in the car and driving.
Dean lets out a huff. “Yeah.”
“It might take more than the usual weapons…”
Dean stares at his brother. “Sam no, you’re not using your psychic whatever.”
“But—”
“Don’t even think about it. Ruby’s knife is enough.”
“Why?”
“Because the angels said so for one,” Dean argues.
“I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics?”
“Well they happen to be right about this one.”
“I don’t know Dean, it doesn’t seem like they’re right about much.”
“Forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, these powers? It’s like playin’ with fire.” Dean offers Sam the knife. “Please.”
Sam regretfully takes it. They continue to drive in silence.
~*~*~
The teenage kid from earlier is back at this party at the cemetery. He hears something and tells everybody to be quiet. The cops are here! Samhain walks down the stairs and the kid frowns. “Mr. Harding? I mean, Don?”
Their teacher simply shuts and locks the gate, not saying a word. He walks off.
“Uh, Don? You uh, locked us in,” the kid says trying the gate. Suddenly the old storage lockers on the walls start to rattle and shake. One of the doors busts open and a zombie grabs the kid by the ankles and pulls him into the locker. A spray of blood lets everyone know they’re about to meet their end in a very unpleasant way.
Everybody starts to scream and there’s a mad rush of costumed people to the locked gate.
“Help them!” Sam shouts to Dean.
“Dude you’re not goin’ off alone—”
“Do it!” Sam rushes off before Dean can stop him.
“Stand back!” Dean tells everyone, then shoots the old lock off. He tells them to get out of there, which they do very quickly, and Dean is left alone to watch as all the zombies crawl out of their coffins.
Dean lifts his silver stake, facing the first undead man. “Bring it on stinky.”
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Sam finds Samhain, who holds out his hand, but the bright light just bounces right off Sam. He continues walking. “Yeah that demon ray gun stuff? Doesn’t work on me.”
Samhain goes for the old fashioned way, lunging at Sam and throwing punches. Sam fights back, but ultimately Samhain grabs him by the throat at pins him to the wall.
~*~*~
Dean stakes another zombie and notices a pair of high heels next to him. The heels are connected to some legs, and he jumps up to stab the zombie, which flickers out and reappears on the other side of him. Dean turns around and the ghost slams him against the wall and disappears.
“So a zombie ghost orgy huh?” Dean asks the empty room. “Well that’s it, I’m torchin’ everybody.”
~*~*~
Samhain still has Sam trapped against the wall, and Sam struggles to get the knife free from his pocket. Samhain blocks his first attempt with his arm, and is alarmed with the knife actually cuts into him and hurts. Well, that’s not good! Samhain flings the knife away, and then Sam.
They stare at each other a second, both catching their breath, then Samhain lunges at Sam again. Without the knife, Sam lifts his hand, breaking his promise with Dean. Samhain continues to struggle forward, black smoke being slowly pressed out of his wounds.
Samhain continues to struggle forward and Dean appears just in time to watch his brother holding off the demon with nothing more than his own mind. Sam’s nose starts to bleed and Samhain lets out a growl of pain. Sam grabs his head and tries to concentrate as black smoke starts to pour from Samhain’s mouth.
Finally Sam manages to finish the job, and Samhain falls to the floor, the demon smoke swirling down and away.
Sam finally drops his hand, breathing hard. Dean can only stare at him, heartbroken.
~*~*~
One Day After Halloween
Sam is packing when Uriel shows up in his room, sitting on the couch. “Tomorrow, November 2. It’s an anniversary for you right?”
“What are you doing here?”
Uriel ignores the question. “The day Azazel killed your mother, right? And 22 years later your girlfriend too. Must be difficult to bare.” Sam doesn’t answer. “And yet you brazenly use the power he gave you,” Uriel adds. “The same blood pumping through your veins.”
“Excuse me?”
“You were told not to use your abilities.”
“Then what was I supposed to do? That demon would have killed me. And my brother,” Sam tells him. “And everyone.”
“You were TOLD not to…”
Sam starts to argue that if Samhain would have gotten loose in this town—but Uriel interrupts to remind him that he was warned. “Twice now.”
“You know, my brother was right about you,” Sam says, glaring at Uriel. “You are dicks.”
Uriel stares at him a second, then suddenly with a flutter of wind and a dark flicker of light, Uriel is standing right in front of him. “The only reason you’re still alive Sam Winchester is because you’re still useful. But the moment you cease to be useful, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, one word—ONE—and I will turn you into dust.”
Sam swallows hard.
“And as for your brother,” Uriel says, stepping back. “I believe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell.”
As Sam’s letting this sink in, Uriel disappears, with a flutter of wings sound.
~*~*~
Dean is sitting on a park bench watching the kids play when Castiel shows up. “Let me guess, you’re here for the ‘I told you so’.”
“No,” Castiel answers simply.
“Well good, because I’m really not that interested.”
“I’m not here to judge you Dean,” Castiel tells him.
“Then why are you here?”
“Our orders—”
“Yeah I’ve had about enough of these orders—”
“Our orders,” Castiel interrupts, finally looking at Dean. “Were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do.”
Dean is skeptical. “Your orders were to follow my orders?”
“It was a test. To see how you would perform under…battlefield conditions you might say.”
“It was a witch,” Dean answers, not getting it. “Not the Tet Offensive.” Castiel doesn’t answer.
“So I, uh, failed your test huh?” Dean asks. “I get it. But you know what? If you were to wave that magic time-travelling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again? I’d make the same call.”
Castiel studies him as Dean continues, “See I don’t know what’s gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell I don’t even know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know, is this? Here?” He gestures to the kids playing. “The swings, the trees, all of it. It’s still here because of my brother and me.”
“You misunderstanding me Dean,” Castiel tells him. “Not like you think, I was praying that you would choose to save the town.”
“You were…”
“These people, they are all my Father’s creations,” Castiel says, watching the kids play. “They’re works of art. And yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to Hell on Earth for ALL creation, and that’s not an expression Dean. It’s literal…You of all people should appreciate what that means.”
Dean thinks about this a moment, and Castiel finally asks, “Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?”
“Okay…”
“I’m not a…”hammer” as you say,” Castiel tells him. “I have questions Dean. I have doubts…I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I…don’t envy the weight that’s on your shoulders Dean.” He stares at him. “I truly don’t.”
Dean swallows hard, glancing from the kids back to Castiel, but the angel is gone.
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All I can say is Dean better not have to make a choice between Sam and the rest of the world! Great episode as always. Loved Dean eating all the Halloween candy and title of the episode!
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A woman returns home to her husband and baby daughter telling them she had to wrestle a little old lady for the last of the Halloween candy. She laughs and puts the candy in the cupboard then picks up her daughter and heads upstairs. Her husband lingers. She asks him if he’s coming up, and he says he’ll be up in a minute.
The second his wife is out of site, the guy automatically goes to the cupboard the sneaks some candy. Suddenly he stops chewing. He reaches inside his mouth and pricks his hand on none other than a razor blade.
His wife comes down. What’s taking him so—She spots him dead on the floor and screams.
~*~*~
One Day Before Halloween
Sam and Dean meet with Mrs. Wallace, the victim’s wife. As she tells Sam that her husband swallowed four razor blades without even knowing it, she suddenly notices Dean investigating her oven. “The candy was never in the oven,” she tells him. He closes the door and tells her they just need to be thorough.
Sam asks if there were any more razor blades in any of the other candy and Mrs. Wallace tells him there wasn’t. She really can’t believe this is happening. “You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?” Sam sighs and tells her, “More than you might imagine.”
Dean holds up the hex bag he’s found over near the oven, and Sam asks the victim’s wife if he had any enemies. A woman maybe? She insists that her husband would never have an affair. Besides, “if someone wanted to murder my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way that a razor in a piece of candy he MIGHT eat?”
Sam looks up to find Dean giving him a ‘she’s got a point’ look.
~*~*~
Back at their hotel, Sam looks up from the research book he’s studying to find Dean unwrapping and eating candy.
Sam eyes the candy. “Really? Even after that guy choked down all those razor blades?”
Dean eats another piece. “It’s Halloween, man.”
“Yeah, for us every day is Halloween.”
“Don’t be a downer.” Dean sits down to see what Sam’s been studying. “Anything interesting?”
Sam tells him that, “We’re on a witch hunt that’s for sure. But this isn’t your typical hex bag.”
What’s so weird about it? Well for one, it’s got an herb in it that’s been extinct for 200 years, a real like-600-years-old Celtic coin, and, Sam nods to the small black bone in Dean’s hand. “That is a charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby.”
Dean makes a face and quickly sets it down. “Gross.”
“Relax man, it’s like a hundred years old.”
“Right like that makes it any better?” Dean shudders. “Witches man, they’re so freakin’ skeevey.”
Sam agrees. And according to this hex bag, they’re dealing with a pretty powerful one. So, did Dean find anything on the victim?
“This Luke Wallace?” Dean answers. “He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.” He couldn’t find any reason why anyone would want this guy dead.
~*~*~
*Cue typical teenage Halloween party*
Two girls, dressed oh so originally as a cheerleader and a nurse, glance around the lame party. Clearly the only reason they’re even here is to meet up with the I’ve-been-ran-over-by-a-truck guy in the corner trying to break into the triple-locked liquor cabinet. He asks if they’re going to go to the party the next night. They’ll be there if he’ll be there. It’s gotta be better than this party, right?
The cheerleader spots a tub of water with apples floating in them. The kid points out how lame bobbing for apples is, but when the cheerleader leans down and snatches a ruby red apple out of the water with just her mouth, he changes his mind. Not to be outdone, the Halloween nurse decides she wants to have a crack at it.
She leans down over the tub and bites at an apple. She misses. She tries again and misses again, so she dives deeper. She starts to pull back to get a better look at the floating fruit, but something is very wrong. She can’t get out of the water.
“Wow, she can really hold her breath.”
The cheerleader laughs.
The girl in the apple bobbing water is starting to panic. She tries to pull out of the water again and again, but it’s as if an invisible hand is holding her under. She starts to struggle, and finally her friends realize something’s wrong. They rush to her side and try to help her out, but it’s no use. She claws at the edges of the tub as suddenly the water starts to boil.
“What is happening?”
“Jenny come one!” The cheerleader grabs her friend’s arms and tries to pull her out as steam starts to rise from the now boiling water. Jenny screams underwater as her face starts to turn red. Jenny’s heels slide uselessly against the tile, unable to get a good grip, until they suddenly go limp.
The boy pulls her up. Jenny’s is dead. Boiled alive.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean arrive at the crime scene. The cheerleader is giving her statement to a cop. The boy stands nearby.
Dean spots the cheerleader and holds Sam back from heading over. “I got this one.”
“Two words,” Sam tells his brother. “Jail bait.”
Dean gives him an offended look. “I would never.” Sam just heads over to start searching the couch.
Dean introduces himself as an FBI agent and asks the girl if she knew Mr. Wallace. She said that she’d never met him before, and Sam holds up a hex bag. Well, that was quick.
~*~*~
Back at the hotel, Dean’s on the computer, Sam’s reading again. Dean can’t find anything about the victims that would make anyone want to kill them for payback.
“Maybe because it’s not about that.” Sam says, studying his book.
“Wow, insightful,” Dean says sarcastically.
“Maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out.” Sam gets up to show Dean the book. “Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest.” On the Celtic calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31. Halloween.
Dean asks what exactly the blood sacrifices are for, and Sam tells him that if he’s right, then this witch is summoning a demon. And not just any demon. “Samhain.”
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Dean asks.
Sam explains that Samhain is the origin of Halloween. “Celts believed that October 31 was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead.” Dean turns the page to see a picture of horned demon holding up head as Sam continues, “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 tradition stuck?”
“Exactly. Only now instead of demon’s and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candy, and costumes.”
“So some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?”
“Dean this is serious.”
“I am serious.”
Sam tells him that they’re talking serious witchcraft. As in can-only-be-done-every-600-ye ars serious.
Dean: And the 600 year marker rolls around…?
Sam: Tomorrow night.
Dean: Naturally.
Dean comments that that’s a lot of death and destruction for one demon. “That’s cuz he likes company,” Sam says. “Once Samhain is raised, he can do some raising on his own.”
Raising what exactly? Oh just “dark evil crap and lots of it. And they follow him around like the freakin’ Pied Piper.”
“So we’re talking ghosts?”
“Yeah.”
“Zombies?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Leprechauns?”
“Dean.”
“Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.” Dean holds up his to elaborate.
Sam tells him it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, by the end of the night they’re going to be facing “Everything we fight. All in the same place.”
Dean looks at his brother. “It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse.”
Sam nods. This is definitely not going to be a happy Halloween.
~*~*~
Dean sits in The Impala, unwrapping another candy to add to his huge stack of wrappers in the seat next to him. His phone rings and he tells Sam that he’s been sitting outside Mrs. Razor-blade’s house for ours “and I’ve got a big steaming pile of nothin’.”
Sam points out that someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses, so there’s gotta be a connection. Dean starts to say he hopes something happens soon because he’s starting to cramp up, when suddenly the cheerleader from the Halloween party shows up at the house.
~*~*~
Dean tosses his hotel key on the table and Sam looks up from his computer. “So? Our apple-bobbing cheerleader?”
“Tracey? The Wallace’s babysitter. She told me she’d never even heard of Luke Wallace.”
“Interesting look for a centuries old witch,” Sam says.
“Yeah well, if you were a 600 year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn’t you go for a hot cheerleader? I would.” Dean gets a far-off look in his eye and Sam just stares at him. Dean continues to daydream a second, then realizes Sam is staring at him.
Anyway, Sam did some digging and found out that Tracey got suspended from school for getting into some “violent altercations” with one of her teachers.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean visit the high school. As they’re walking under an art exhibit of masks, Dean spots one in particular that makes him stop dead in his tracks. Hellish screams fill his head as he stares at it.
“Bring back memories?” Sam asks from behind him, and Dean whips around to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Being a teenager,” Sam answers. “All that angst.”
“Oh.”
“What’d you think I meant?”
“Nothing.” Dean spots a pottery student trying to fit his bong into the kiln. “Now that brings back memories.”
The kid is disappointed when his pottery project won’t fit. “Dude, I’m gonna need a bigger kiln.”
The teacher, “call me Don” shows up and tells them that it was a shame that Tracey got expelled. He was just trying to talk to her about her work, but she basically attacked him. Why was he concerned about her work? Don says it’d gotten very disturbing.
Dean glances back at the masks. Even more disturbing than those?
Don tells them that Tracey “would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols. And then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive. She would depict herself in the middle of them, participating.” Well that sounds like the girl they’re looking for.
Sam holds up the Celtic coin and asks if the symbols looked anything like that. Don thinks that could have been one of them. Where can they find Tracey? Probably at her apartment. Don tells them that Tracey showed up on her own about a year ago, “As I understand it as an emancipated teen.” He wonders what her parents were like.
~*~*~
Dean drives up to the hotel and Sam walks over to The Impala as he gets out. Neither of them could find Tracey. As they walk to their room, a kid dressed as an astronaut and carrying his Halloween bucket walks up. “Trick-or-treat.”
“This is a motel,” Dean tells him.
“So?”
“So we don’t have any candy.”
“No we have a ton,” Sam says, turning towards The Impala. “In the uh—”
“We did but it’s gone,” Dean interrupts. “Sorry kid we can’t help you.”
The astronaut stares back at him. “I want candy.”
“Well I think you’ve had enough,” Dean tells him, and the kid gives him the evil eye.
Sam starts to head up to their room and the astronaut purposely bumps into Dean as he walks off.
~*~*~
Sam opens the hotel room door and pulls out his gun. “Who are you?!”
Castiel simply continues to stare forward, his back to Sam as Dean quickly rushes in to stop his brother. “Sam! Sam wait! It’s Castiel. The angel.” Sam spots another guy standing at the window, his back to them as well. “Him I don’t know.”
Sam is totally shocked and in awe to finally be meeting Castiel. “It’s an honor. Really I’ve heard a lot about you.” Sam holds out his hand and Castiel stares at it. When Sam still waits for him to shake it, Castiel finally does, answering, “And I you.”
“Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood,” Castiel says, holding onto Sam’s hand. “I’m glad to hear you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” the man by the window finally speaks.
“Yeah okay, chuckles,” Dean tells him, turning to Castiel. “Who’s your friend?”
Castiel ignores his question, instead asking if they’ve located the witch. Yes. Is she dead? No, but they know who it is.
“Apparently the witch knows who you are too,” Castiel says, walking over to pick up a hex bag. He tells them that they found it inside their walls. If they hadn’t removed it, Sam and Dean would probably be dead by now. So do they know where the witch is now?
Dean looks at Sam, then answers, “We’re working on it.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“What do you care?” Dean asks Castiel. The angel tells him that the raising of Samhain is another one of the 66 seals.
“So this is about your buddy Lucifer,” Dean says, and the guy standing at the window (who still hasn’t turned around) says, “Lucifer is no friend of ours.”
“It’s just an expression,” Dean answers, and Castiel reminds him that Lucifer cannot rise and the seals cannot be broken. Okay, so Dean tells him to tell them where the witch is and they’ll go get her. Castiel tells him that they’re not omniscient. This is a very powerful witch they’re dealing with and “she’s cloaked even our methods.”
“Okay, well we already know who she is, if we work together—”
Sam is interrupted by the mysterious man at the window. “Enough of this.”
Dean’s had enough of the mystery. “Who are you and why should I care?”
“This is Uriel,” Castiel tells them as Uriel finally turns around to face them. “He’s what you might call…a specialist.”
“What kind of specialist?” Dean asks. Neither angel answers.
When Sam asks them what they’re going to do, Castiel tells them that they both “need to live this town immediately.” Why? “Because we’re about to destroy it.”
Sam and Dean exchange a surprised and alarmed look, and Dean says, “So this is your plan? You’re gonna smite the whole freakin’ town?”
Castiel tells them that they don’t have time. This witch has to be stopped no matter what. Sam argues that there has to be at least a thousand people here—1,214 Uriel corrects. “And you’re willing to kill them all?” Sam asks.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve…purified a city,” Uriel tells him.
“Look I understand that this is regrettable,” Castiel tells them, to which Dean an only scoff, “Regrettable?”, but Castiel tells them that “we have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already.”
Dean still can’t get over the whole smiting an innocent town thing. Castiel argues that “it’s the lives of 1,000 versus the lives of 6 billion. There’s a bigger picture here.”
“So you’re bigger picture kind of guys huh?”
Castiel steps up to Dean. “Lucifer cannot rise. He does and Hell rises with him. Is that something you’re willing to risk?”
Dean swallows hard and Sam quickly steps in to assure them that that he and Dean will find the witch and no one else will have to die. Uriel thinks they’re “wasting time with these mud monkeys.”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel says, glancing at Uriel. “We have our orders.”
“You can’t do this, you’re *angels*!” Sam says, at a loss. “I mean aren’t you supposed to show mercy?”
“Says who?” Uriel asks.
“We have no choice,” Castiel tells them, his back to Sam and Dean.
“Of course you have a choice,” Dean argues. “I mean come on, you’ve never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both just a couple of hammers?”
“Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith,” Castiel tells them. “The plan is just.”
Sam can’t believe what he’s hearing. “How can you even say that?”
Castiel turns to look at him. “Because it comes from Heaven. That makes it just.”
“It must be nice to be so sure of yourselves,” Dean tells him.
“Tell me something, Dean” Castiel asks. “When your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?”
“I’m sorry boys, it looks like our plans have changed,” Dean tells them. Uriel is amused. They think they can stop them? Nope. But if they’re going to smite the whole town, they’re going to have to do it with Sam and Dean in it. Dean tells them that they went to all the trouble of busting him out of the pit, “so I figure I’m worth something to the man upstairs.” Uriel just stares at him with a smug look on his face.
“You want to waste me?” Dean asks him. “Go ahead. See how He digs that.”
“I’m gonna drag you out of here myself.”
“Yeah but you’ll have to kill me. Then we’re back to the same problem. I mean come on, you’re gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch?” Dean asks. “Sounds to me like you’re compensating for something.”
Uriel is not amused. Dean turns instead to Castiel. “We can do this. We will find this witch, and we will stop the summoning.”
“Castiel—”
“Enough,” Castiel interrupts Uriel, then tells Dean, “I suggest you move quickly.”
~*~*~
Sam and Dean walk outside to find The Impala covered in milk. Sam opens the passenger side door just waiting for his brother to blow up. Dean stares at his car then then turns and shouts, “ASTRONAUT!”
Furious, Dean gets in the car, then notices something’s up with his brother. “What?”
“Nothing,” Sam grumbles, looking at the hex bag in his hands. He lets out harsh breath and tells Dean, “I thought they’d be different. “
“What the angels?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I tried to tell you.”
“I mean I thought they’d be righteous.”
Dean shrugs. “Well they are righteous.” He laughs. “I mean that’s kind of the problem.” Sam looks at him, confused, and Dean adds, “Of course there’s nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he’s on a holy mission.”
Sam thinks a second. “But I mean this…is God and Heaven? This is what I’ve been praying to?”
“Look man, I know you’re into the whole God thing,” Dean tells his brother. “Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that.” He grins, then becomes serious. “But just because there’s a couple of bad apples doesn’t mean the whole barrel is rotten. I mean for all we know, God hates these jerks.” Sam thinks about this as Dean adds, “Don’t give up on this stuff is all I’m saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball’s still a beautiful game.”
Good point. Sam doesn’t answer, instead picking up the bone in the now opened hex bag in his lap.
“Well are you gonna find out some way to find this witch or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?” Dean puts the keys into the ignition and guns the engine.
“You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this Dean?” Sam asks.
“No.”
“A lot. I mean more than a fire or some kitchen oven.”
“Okay Betty Crocker, what does that mean?”
Sam’s mood brightens. He’s figured it out. “It means we make a stop.”
~*~*~
The boys are back at the high school, the art room to be exact. So Tracey used the kiln to char the bone? Sam reminds Dean that “that hex bag turned up in their room not after they talked to Tracey…”
“After we talked to the teacher,” Dean finishes.
Sam leans down to find one of Don’s drawers locked. With a padlock. He grabs a nearby hammer and breaks it. The draw is full of bones from children. Dean’s guessing “he’s not saving them for the dog.”
~*~*~
It’s Halloween night and the kids are out in their costumes happily trick-or-treating. Uriel sits on a bench and Castiel stands nearby, watching the kids. “The decision’s been made.”
Uriel chuckles. “By a mud monkey.”
“You shouldn’t call them that.”
“That’s what they are. Savages. Just pluming on two legs.”
Castiel glares at Uriel. “You’re close to blasphemy.” Uriel just shrugs and Castiel reminds him that, “There is a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential, he may succeed here.” Castiel sits down, resting his chin on his hands. “At any rate, it’s out of our hands.”
“It doesn’t have to be…”
“And what would you suggest?”
“That we drag Dean Winchester out of here. That we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.”
“You know our true orders,” Castiel says fiercely. “Are you prepared to disobey?”
Uriel doesn’t answer. Guess not.
~*~*~
As the kids continue to trick-or-treat outside, inside Don’s basement, he’s preparing to sacrifice Tracey. He says the incantation then walks over to where he has the girl tied up by her arms and gagged. He traces his knife along her collarbone, down towards her heart. He smiles, then raises the knife and--*BAM BAM BAM!*
Don falls to the floor revealing Sam and Dean behind him. The boys put away their guns and Dean rushes over to untie Tracey as Sam checks Don’s pulse.
“Thank you, he was gonna kill me!” Tracey says, disgusted. Didn’t they see what he was doing? “Didn’t you hear him. How sloppy his incantation was?” Tracey says, tone suddenly changing. “My brother always was the dim—” She holds up her hand, flinging Sam and Dean back before they can get to their weapons.
Sam and Dean grunt in pain, curled up on the floor as Tracey tells them that her brother will now be the last sacrifice, not her. She laughs about how she’s had to put up with Don for 600 years, and now they get him with a gun. “Ah, I love that.”
She fills her goblet with Don’s blood as Sam and Dean continue to gasp in pain on the floor, clutching their stomachs.
“You know, back in the day this was the one night you kept your children inside.” Tracey walks back to the table where Don began the ritual. “Well tonight you’ll all see how Halloween really is.”
As Tracey begins the incantation, Sam struggles over to Don’s body, dipping his hand in the blood pooling on the floor. He wipes the blood all over his own face and Dean is confused. “What…are you doing?”
“Just follow my lead,” Sam gasps, painting Dean’s face with blood. Dean has no idea what’s going on here and is a little grossed out by this, but goes with it. Sam manages to cover his brother’s face in blood, then grunts in pain and falls back.
Tracey finishes the ritual and the cement floor suddenly cracks apart, raising Samhain into the body of Don. Don, now Samhain, gets up off the floor, and walks over to Tracey, kissing her.
“My love.”
“You’ve aged.”
“This face…I can’t fool you.”
“Your beauty is beyond time,” he tells her, then snaps her neck. Tracey falls to the floor, dead and Samhain growls, “Whore.”
Suddenly getting a whiff of humans, Samhain turns around to find Sam and Dean on the floor, apparently dead. His vision is very blurry, and he steps right over them and out the door.
Once he’s gone, Dean opens his eyes and sits up, whispering to his brother, “What the hell was that?”
“Halloween lore,” Sam answers. “People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot.”
Dean stares at his brother. “You gave it a shot?”
~*~*~
Samhain stalks down the street, the children hidden from his view by their costumes.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean get into The Impala. They’re off to the cemetery.
“So this demon’s pretty powerful,” Sam says once they’re in the car and driving.
Dean lets out a huff. “Yeah.”
“It might take more than the usual weapons…”
Dean stares at his brother. “Sam no, you’re not using your psychic whatever.”
“But—”
“Don’t even think about it. Ruby’s knife is enough.”
“Why?”
“Because the angels said so for one,” Dean argues.
“I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics?”
“Well they happen to be right about this one.”
“I don’t know Dean, it doesn’t seem like they’re right about much.”
“Forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, these powers? It’s like playin’ with fire.” Dean offers Sam the knife. “Please.”
Sam regretfully takes it. They continue to drive in silence.
~*~*~
The teenage kid from earlier is back at this party at the cemetery. He hears something and tells everybody to be quiet. The cops are here! Samhain walks down the stairs and the kid frowns. “Mr. Harding? I mean, Don?”
Their teacher simply shuts and locks the gate, not saying a word. He walks off.
“Uh, Don? You uh, locked us in,” the kid says trying the gate. Suddenly the old storage lockers on the walls start to rattle and shake. One of the doors busts open and a zombie grabs the kid by the ankles and pulls him into the locker. A spray of blood lets everyone know they’re about to meet their end in a very unpleasant way.
Everybody starts to scream and there’s a mad rush of costumed people to the locked gate.
“Help them!” Sam shouts to Dean.
“Dude you’re not goin’ off alone—”
“Do it!” Sam rushes off before Dean can stop him.
“Stand back!” Dean tells everyone, then shoots the old lock off. He tells them to get out of there, which they do very quickly, and Dean is left alone to watch as all the zombies crawl out of their coffins.
Dean lifts his silver stake, facing the first undead man. “Bring it on stinky.”
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Sam finds Samhain, who holds out his hand, but the bright light just bounces right off Sam. He continues walking. “Yeah that demon ray gun stuff? Doesn’t work on me.”
Samhain goes for the old fashioned way, lunging at Sam and throwing punches. Sam fights back, but ultimately Samhain grabs him by the throat at pins him to the wall.
~*~*~
Dean stakes another zombie and notices a pair of high heels next to him. The heels are connected to some legs, and he jumps up to stab the zombie, which flickers out and reappears on the other side of him. Dean turns around and the ghost slams him against the wall and disappears.
“So a zombie ghost orgy huh?” Dean asks the empty room. “Well that’s it, I’m torchin’ everybody.”
~*~*~
Samhain still has Sam trapped against the wall, and Sam struggles to get the knife free from his pocket. Samhain blocks his first attempt with his arm, and is alarmed with the knife actually cuts into him and hurts. Well, that’s not good! Samhain flings the knife away, and then Sam.
They stare at each other a second, both catching their breath, then Samhain lunges at Sam again. Without the knife, Sam lifts his hand, breaking his promise with Dean. Samhain continues to struggle forward, black smoke being slowly pressed out of his wounds.
Samhain continues to struggle forward and Dean appears just in time to watch his brother holding off the demon with nothing more than his own mind. Sam’s nose starts to bleed and Samhain lets out a growl of pain. Sam grabs his head and tries to concentrate as black smoke starts to pour from Samhain’s mouth.
Finally Sam manages to finish the job, and Samhain falls to the floor, the demon smoke swirling down and away.
Sam finally drops his hand, breathing hard. Dean can only stare at him, heartbroken.
~*~*~
One Day After Halloween
Sam is packing when Uriel shows up in his room, sitting on the couch. “Tomorrow, November 2. It’s an anniversary for you right?”
“What are you doing here?”
Uriel ignores the question. “The day Azazel killed your mother, right? And 22 years later your girlfriend too. Must be difficult to bare.” Sam doesn’t answer. “And yet you brazenly use the power he gave you,” Uriel adds. “The same blood pumping through your veins.”
“Excuse me?”
“You were told not to use your abilities.”
“Then what was I supposed to do? That demon would have killed me. And my brother,” Sam tells him. “And everyone.”
“You were TOLD not to…”
Sam starts to argue that if Samhain would have gotten loose in this town—but Uriel interrupts to remind him that he was warned. “Twice now.”
“You know, my brother was right about you,” Sam says, glaring at Uriel. “You are dicks.”
Uriel stares at him a second, then suddenly with a flutter of wind and a dark flicker of light, Uriel is standing right in front of him. “The only reason you’re still alive Sam Winchester is because you’re still useful. But the moment you cease to be useful, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, one word—ONE—and I will turn you into dust.”
Sam swallows hard.
“And as for your brother,” Uriel says, stepping back. “I believe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell.”
As Sam’s letting this sink in, Uriel disappears, with a flutter of wings sound.
~*~*~
Dean is sitting on a park bench watching the kids play when Castiel shows up. “Let me guess, you’re here for the ‘I told you so’.”
“No,” Castiel answers simply.
“Well good, because I’m really not that interested.”
“I’m not here to judge you Dean,” Castiel tells him.
“Then why are you here?”
“Our orders—”
“Yeah I’ve had about enough of these orders—”
“Our orders,” Castiel interrupts, finally looking at Dean. “Were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do.”
Dean is skeptical. “Your orders were to follow my orders?”
“It was a test. To see how you would perform under…battlefield conditions you might say.”
“It was a witch,” Dean answers, not getting it. “Not the Tet Offensive.” Castiel doesn’t answer.
“So I, uh, failed your test huh?” Dean asks. “I get it. But you know what? If you were to wave that magic time-travelling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again? I’d make the same call.”
Castiel studies him as Dean continues, “See I don’t know what’s gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell I don’t even know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know, is this? Here?” He gestures to the kids playing. “The swings, the trees, all of it. It’s still here because of my brother and me.”
“You misunderstanding me Dean,” Castiel tells him. “Not like you think, I was praying that you would choose to save the town.”
“You were…”
“These people, they are all my Father’s creations,” Castiel says, watching the kids play. “They’re works of art. And yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to Hell on Earth for ALL creation, and that’s not an expression Dean. It’s literal…You of all people should appreciate what that means.”
Dean thinks about this a moment, and Castiel finally asks, “Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?”
“Okay…”
“I’m not a…”hammer” as you say,” Castiel tells him. “I have questions Dean. I have doubts…I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I…don’t envy the weight that’s on your shoulders Dean.” He stares at him. “I truly don’t.”
Dean swallows hard, glancing from the kids back to Castiel, but the angel is gone.
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All I can say is Dean better not have to make a choice between Sam and the rest of the world! Great episode as always. Loved Dean eating all the Halloween candy and title of the episode!
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