I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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4x07
Part One

When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween. ~Anonymous

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Its that time of year again.

A time where little kids look forward to stuffing their faces with candy and teenagers can't wait to party with their dramatic and outrageous costumes.

The holiday where fear is celebrated, monsters are considered cool, and abnormal freaky deaths start to happen.

This holiday is known as Halloween.

Speaking of abnormal deaths, the trio had found a case about a man dying from eating candy that had razor blades in them.

Nadia and Sam stood in front of his heartbroken widow, asking her questions while Dean looked around the kitchen for any clues.

"So, Mrs. Wallace," Said Nadia. "How how many razor blades did they find?"

Mrs. Wallace sighs and responds nearly in tears.

"Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat."

The dirty blonde looked up at them, her green eyes full of tears. "He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?"

She notices Dean looking around the front of the stove and in the oven door.

"The candy was never in the oven."

Dean slowly closes the oven door, "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace."

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Sam asked.

Mrs. Wallace shook her head, "No, I mean, I don't think so. . .I just - I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?"

Nadia sighs, feeling bad for her. "More than you might imagine."

Dean emerges from the floor behind Mrs. Wallace, showing Sam and Nadia a hex bag he found.

Nadia groans mentally, hating witches with a passion while Sam sighs in annoyance himself and looks at Mrs. Wallace.

"Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?"

"Enemies?"

"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" Nadia added.

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"Co-workers? Neighbors?" Sam asked.

The Winchester hesitated. ". . .Maybe a woman."

Understanding what Sam was implying, she gets offended.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" She scoffed.

Sam squinted, hating to even ask. "Is it possible?"

"No! No, Luke would nev-"

"I'm very sorry." Nadia apologized. "We just have to consider all possibilities."

Mrs. Wallace lowered her voice, getting very stern.

"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?"

Sam only gave a slight nod, understanding where she was coming from as he exchanged awkward glances with Nadia and Dean.

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Nadia turns the page of a book she's reading on the couch, with Sam beside her on his laptop.

In front of them on the coffee table was the open hex bag that Dean found.

While Dean was out, the two were looking up information on the hex bag.

As Nadia turned another page, Sam looked over at her, a look of curiosity on his face.

"You talk to my brother lately?"

Nadia looked over at the younger Winchester as he said, "Talk as in a real conversation, a conversation Dean usually wouldn't partake into?"

Nadia raised her eyebrows. "What kind of conversation we talking?"

"I don't know. . .maybe a conversation about hell."

Slowly Nadia closed her book, "You don't believe him either, do you?"

"Not one bit. There's certain things you just don't come back from."

Sam shook his head, genuinely worried about his brother.

"I probably shouldn't even ask, but my brother has seem to take a liking to you, so I figured maybe he would've told you something."

"No, he hasn't told me anything, when we talk it's rarely about him. . .but. . ."

She leaned her head to the side, smiling a bit. "A liking to me?"

Sam smirks, "Don't act like you guys don't have the hots for each other."

His phrase made her laugh.

"I've never seen my brother like this before. I see how you guys are with each other and I think you're good for him."

Nadia looked down in thought, a small smile on her face.

Speaking of Dean, the Winchester came into the room.

"Hey," He greeted the two as he tossed his keys on the table.

"Hi." Nadia replied, watching Dean open a piece of candy and pop it in his mouth.

"Ooo, candy." She stood, putting the book down on the table. "Got more?"

He dug into his pocket, tossing her a piece.

The Winchester couldn't help but smile a little, watching her hum happily as she unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth.

"Really?" Sam chuckled at the two with a piece of the hex bag in his hand. "After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"

Dean took off his jacket. "It's Halloween, man."

He walked over to the couch and sat in Nadia's spot.

"Yeah, for us every day is Halloween." Sam said matter of factly.

"Then why not take advantage?" Nadia shrugged, sitting on the arm of the couch, getting a nod of agreement from Dean who then said,

"Don't be a downer. Anything interesting?"

"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag." Nadia answered, pointing to the hex bag.

The hex bag contains a silver piece the size of a coin, a small charred bone and a dried up flower.

"Hmm, no?" Dean frowned.

Sam picks up the dried flower.

"Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this, " He picks up the silver piece.

"Is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like six hundred years old real."

Dean picks up the small charred bone and smells it.

Nadia tilted her head, pointing. "And um. . .that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."

"Ugh." Dean put it down in disgust. "Gross."

Sam picks up the bone. "Relax man, it's like, at least a hundred years old."

"Oh, right, like that makes it better?" Dean frowns.

"Witches, man, they're so friggin' skeevy." He moves over to the chair next to the couch and sits down, giving Nadia her spot back.

"Forget skeevy, witches are bitches." She sat back down next to Sam.

"Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together." Sam sighed. "More juice than we've ever dealt with, that's for sure. What about you? Find anything on the victim?"

"This Luke Wallace?" Dean asked, taking off his shoes.

"He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy. I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."

Sam sighed at their lack of leads, silence coming over the three as they thought about their next move.

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As always, it didn't take long for another death to happen.

The trio got a call that a teenage girl named Jenny died, bobbing apples at a basement Halloween party.

So they got dressed up in their FBI suits and made their way over.

With Nadia in lead, they come down the stairs to the scene of the crime.

There's a guy with a 'Forensic' jacket on, taking pictures of the tub of apples, and a police officer talking to a blonde named Tracey who was wearing a skimpy cheerleader costume with a blanket around her.

"We'll take the cheerleader, you find the hex bag." Dean said to Sam.

Sam nodded, going over to the couch to begin his search while Nadia and Dean went to question Tracey.

"Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?" Dean intervened Tracey and the cop.

The blonde looked at Dean, just as he and Nadia showed her their badges. "Agent Seger and Nelson F.B.I."

The cop walked away as she asked, "Um, who's Luke Wallace?"

"He died yesterday." Nadia informed her.

"I don't know who that is." Tracey shrugged.

Sam holds up a hex bag that he found in the couch cushions, and both Nadia and Dean notice giving him a nod, concluding their search.

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Back to doing research, Nadia and the boys were in full on study mode, trying to figure out more information on the hex bag and the victims that have died.

Dean was at the table on the computer, Sam was looking through books lying on his bed, while Nadia was lying across the couch, looking through books herself.

Dean looked over at her, just taking in her beauty. Every time he looked at her, she made him feel fuzzy in the inside.

They just clicked.

For the first time he felt like he found someone who understood him. She was like a breath of fresh for him and he wanted to get closer to her, but he was scared.

Every good thing that ever happens to him, it just gets ruined and Nadia was something he didn't want to mess up.

He pushed his thoughts to the side, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.

Sam sat up, looking at the book he's reading, intently.

"I'm telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean." Dean sighed. "There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback."

"Maybe cause it's not about that." Sam said, causing Nadia to look up questioningly.

"Wow, insightful." Said Dean sarcastically.

"Maybe this witch isn't working the grudge, maybe they're working a spell. Check this out."

Sam starts to read as he stood and walked over to Dean along with Nadia.

"Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st."

Sam hands Dean the book so he and Nadia can read.

"Halloween." Said Nadia.

"Exactly." Sam nodded.

"What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean asked, looking at the picture on the page.

"Uh, if I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon, Samhain."

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Dean did the same, "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

Sam sighed,

"Guys, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain's night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago."

"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck." Nadia stated more than asked.

Sam nodded, "Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes."

"Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?" Dean asked with a shrug.

Sam tilted his head to the side. "Dean, this is serious."

"I am serious." Dean shot back.

"We're talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years."

"And the six hundred year marker rolls around. . .?"

"Tomorrow night." Sam answers his question.

"Naturally." Dean looks down at the book, flipping to a page that showed a demon on a heap of bodies holding a head in his hand.

"Well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."

"That's because he likes company." Sam explains. "Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own."

"Raising what, exactly?" Nadia finally entered the conversation again after taking in all the information.

"Dark, evil crap and lots of it, I mean, they follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper."

"So we're talking ghosts." Says Dean.

"Yeah." Sam confirms.

"Zombies."

"Mm-hmm."

"Leprechauns?"

Nadia chuckles a bit while Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean-"

"Those little dudes are scary." Dean says serious. "Small hands."

Sam leans on the table, "Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place."

The boys looked at Nadia who was biting her lip as she shook her head.

"It's gonna be a slaughterhouse."

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I'm gonna add gifs when I get home to my computer.