October 30, 9am.
The last fortnight had passed quietly enough. Y/N had taken Hermione to meet the Behemoths and she was suitably blown away. She asked how Y/N had managed to get them to the Reserve and he made the mistake of sharing his memory with her. She was quite angry- to the point it had taken several days for her to calm down.

Y/N was called into a meeting with Dumbledore, Sam and Rowan. He explained how he bonded with Hati and why there was a giant white wolf now running through the Forbidden Forest, he again demonstrated his portal spell and Rowan was suitably enough impressed to allow Y/N to write a 5ft scroll and he would be finished with Magical Theory for the year- he had demonstrated more than enough knowledge in the spell's creation to meet the necessary course requirements.

Albus had been taken back, although he kept his poker face in front of Y/N. He had viewed Sam's memory of the portal spell- Y/N's incantation and hand movement, yet he couldn't replicate it when he had tried, alone in his office. This perplexed the elderly wizard greatly. He had no clue Y/N had progressed quite this much in his power and understanding of the hidden nature of magic. He was, safe to say, a little concerned.

The storm of the century known as Hermione Granger calmed the closer Halloween came and the more excited she got for the couple's second date. It was now the day before and Hermione was absolutely brimming with excitement. She was holding Y/N's hand and telling him about the new stores they could visit as they headed towards the dungeons for their first class of the day. Y/N couldn't help but get emotional, doing his best to hide it, but it melted his heart seeing Hermione so excited and happy.

The couple were walking into Potions when suddenly a ball of light shot towards them in the corridor. As soon as it reached him Sam's voice echoed out of it:

"Y/N, usual place. ASAP..."

"For fuck sake" Y/N chuckled quietly. He had been looking forward to a relaxing morning of Potions and Alchemy with Sev and Hermione, but he had to answer the call. It was the family business after all.

Hermione turned and kissed him, whispering in his ear: "I'll save you a seat. Be safe"

Y/N smiled and replied: "Thanks babe. I'll be back in 5."

They walked into the class, Hermione going over to their usual station and placing her bag on the seat next to her while Y/N walked up to Professor Snape, who was stood behind his desk.

"Professor, could I please talk to you for a moment? Outside the classroom?" Y/N asked in a formal sounding tone of voice. Snape looked at Y/N and immediately knew what it would be about. He sighed and made an announcement to the class as the last stragglers (Ron, Harry and Seamus) entered the Potions classroom.

"I need to speak with your intellectual superior in the hall for a moment. I expect you to be seated and ready to brew a Wideye potion by the time I return. Any foolishness while I'm gone..." he paused, looking first at Harry and then Draco "...will be severely reprimanded."

Y/N and Snape walked outside together as Snape closed the class door behind him. He turned with a worried expression to his Godson:

"I assume you've been called on a hunt, Y/N?" he asked, a tinge of worry permeating his words. Y/N nodded:

"Yes sir. I'll do it and turn back. I'll get here in five minutes. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Severus waved off his apology:

"It's fine. Just be careful. I'll see you when you return."

Snape placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, squeezing affectionately and smiling before turning to return to the classroom. Y/N smiled as the door closed before apparating away.

—~—

Y/N arrived at the Leaky Cauldron to find Sam already waiting at the bar. Y/N nodded to Tom the barman and shook Sam's hand.

"Sammy, got your call. We off?"

Sam nodded and replied:

"Let's go, we're apparating to Cardiff, I've already got the Impala there and then we've got a thirty minute drive. Fill you in on the way."

He turned to Tom, flicking him a galleon and saying:

"He was never here" as he motioned to Y/N. Tom nodded, pocketing the gold coin as Y/N grabbed Sam's arm and the pair disappeared silently.

—~—

October 30th, 10am
"So we have a man who died after eating a lolly. You dragged me out of Hogwarts for that? Come on man" Y/N chuckled as they pulled up to a house in a Welsh village called Pont-y-clun.

"He died after ingesting razor blades that were hidden inside a Mintie" Sam replied.

"Those things are tiny" Y/N answered with a raised eyebrow.

"Exactly" Sam nodded as they got out of the car. He quickly turned teacher again, putting Y/N on the spot.

"So what do you think and how should we handle this?"

Y/N's eyes raced back and forth, as always happened when he processed information quickly. Sam smiled, Thomas had done the same thing. Y/N had no idea how much he was like his father.

"Ok, yeah so it's weird for sure. You interview the widow I'll look around?"

Sam nodded at Y/N's suggestion as they walked up to the front door.

—~—

Ten minutes had passed and Sam was interviewing the widow, Mrs. Wallace, while Y/N was searching through the kitchen for anything that seemed off.

"Now how many razor blades did they find?" Sam asked.

"Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat.He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?" Mrs Wallace replied sounding distraught. She looked across to see Y/N looking in the oven and gave him a look of anger.

"The sweets were never in the oven."

Y/N shut the oven door and smiled:

"We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace"

"Did the police find any razors in the other lollies?" Sam continued questioning, distracting her from Y/N.

"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?" She asked, still in shock from her husband's passing less than 24 hours earlier.

"More often than you would think" Sam replied solemnly.

Y/N closed the fridge and looked down, noticing a scuff mark, he leant down and quietly moved the fridge forward, reaching behind and finding a hex bag. He stood up and showed it to Sam from behind Mrs. Wallace. Sam looked down and sighed:

"Mrs Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?"

"Enemies?" she replied, completely thrown by the question.

"Anyone who might've held a grudge against him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Co-workers, neighbours. Maybe a woman?"

She took instant offence to Sam's line of questioning.

"Are you suggesting an affair? No! No Luke would nev..." She cut herself off and looked away, fighting back tears.

"I'm very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities" Sam said, again with a sympathising tone.

"If someone wanted to kill my husband don't you think they'd find a better way than a razor in a lolly he might eat?"

Y/N looked at Sam with an expression that said this isn't going anywhere.

—~—

October 30, 2pm.
Sam was sitting in the hotel room looking through the hex bag contents with four old books around him. Y/N walked in chewing down lollies. Sam scoffed at him.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades? And what about your famously strict diet?"

Y/N scoffed back:

"It's Halloween, man"

"Yeah, for us everyday is Halloween" Sam replied.

"Pfft, Don't be a downer, anything interesting?" Y/N asked, sitting across from Sam.

"Well, we're on a satanist hunt, that's for sure. But this isn't your typical hex bag."

"Hmm, no?" Y/N asked as he examined the contents.

Sam picked up the dried green stringy herb first.

"Goldthread. An herb that's been extinct for 200 years. And this..." He picked up the coin "...is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. Looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real."

Y/N picked up the small piece of bone that was also in the hex bag and sniffed it. Sam continued:

"And uh, that is he charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."

Y/N put it down and looked thoroughly disgusted, snapping: "Oh for fucks sake!"

"Relax man it's at least 100 years old" Sam countered.

"Oh right, like that makes it any better?Satanists man, they're so fucking skeezy."

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

Y/N sighed and shook his head:

"This Luke Wallace. He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy".

Sam sighed too at this point.

"I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead" Y/N concluded.

At that moment the police scanner Sam brought into the hotel room started buzzing. Dead girl, 18, burnt to death in a wading pool full of apples and cold water.

"Shit we've got another" Y/N said to Sam as they walked out the door.

—~—

October 30th, 2:45pm
The pair of hunters arrived as Muggle police at the scene were photographing and interviewing witnesses. An attractive blond teenage girl was being interviewed at the moment.

"I'll take her while you look around" Sam said to Y/N.

"Sam, two words. Jail bait" Y/N chuckled.

Sam turned and looked instantly shocked beyond all belief, stammering out: "No that's not what... I would never..."

"I'm only stirring Friar Tuck, go do your thing" Y/N chuckled before going over to look around the room.

"It was so weird the water in the tub wasn't hot. I had just been in there myself" the girl told the police officer, she looked visibly shaken.

"Your friend didn't happen to know a man named Luke Wallace did she?" Sam asked as Y/N was turning over cushions in the basement, much to the annoyance of the police on the scene.

"Agent Geddy, MI5" Sam said with a smile, holding up his 'badge'. The police officer scoffed and walked off.

"Who's Luke Wallace?" The girl asked.

"He died yesterday"

"Oh. I don't know who that is, sorry" she replied.

Sam nodded his head as he looked up and Y/N discretely showed him another hex bag.

—~—

October 30th, 5pm
The boys were back in their hotel room, Y/N looking at information on the victim while Sam was on his bed. He found something in a very old book and sat up as Y/N started speaking.

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

"Maybe because it's not about that" Sam said without looking up from his book.

Y/N waited and waited in silence, before he finally scoffed and spoke sarcastically: "Wow, insightful."

"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. Celtic calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st" Sam said as he held the book out for Y/N to see.

"Halloween?" Y/N asked.

"Exactly" Sam nodded.

"What exactly are the blood sacrifices for?" Y/N asked, looking through book. It was full of illustrations of beheadings and orgies and mass graves of slaughter:

"Well if I'm right, this witch is summoning a demon and not just any demon... Samhain" Sam replied. Y/N could hear the concern in Sam's tone before replying:

"Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"Y/N, Samhain in the bloody origin of Halloween. The Celts believed that October 31st was the night of the year when the veil was thinnest between the living and the dead. It was Samhain's night. Masks were worn to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago."

"Even though Samhain took a trip downstairs the tradition stuck?" Y/N concluded.

"Exactly. Only now instead of demons and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, lollies and costumes" Sam answered.

"Okay so some satanist wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?"

"Y/N this is serious"

"I am serious" Y/N answered straight faced.

"We're talking heavyweight Satanism. This ritual can only be performed every 600 years!"

"And the 600 year marker rolls around?"

"Tomorrow night" Sam answered with a sense of apprehension.

Y/N sighed: "Naturally. Sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon?" He asked as he examined the pages of the aged book.

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

Y/N rubbed his eyes. This day seemed to go from bad to worse. He asked: "Raising what, exactly?"

"Dark evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like the bloody Pied Piper."

"So we're taking ghosts?"

"Yeah"

"Zombies?"

"Mmhhmm"

"Leprechauns?"

"Y/N" Sam said in a firm tone.

"I'm serious. Bad experience with dwarves. They freak me out. Little hands!" Y/N genuinely shivered. Sam spoke firmly:

"Look, it starts out with ghosts and ghouls but 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!"

The gravity hit Y/N as he answered: "...It's gonna be a slaughterhouse."

They looked at each other solumnly.

—~—

October 31st. 1pm
Y/N sat in the impala, a large pile of empty wrappers next to him. The two way went off.

"Yeah Sam?"

"How's it going?"

"Awesome, yeah I talked to Mrs razor blades again and I've been watching her house for four hours and I've got a big steaming pile of nothing!"

"Look Y/N someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some connection".

"Yeah well I hope we find them soon cause I'm starting to cramp like-" Y/N looked up to see the girl from the party walking up and talking to Mrs Wallace. She took the Wallace baby out of Mrs Wallace's arms and walked into the house as Mrs Wallace went out.

"... son of a bitch!"

"Stop whining" Sam chuckled.

"No Sam, I mean son of a bitch!"

—~—

October 31st 2pm
Y/N walked into the hotel room where Sam was still researching.

"So? Our apple bobbing cheerleader?" Sam asked.

"Tracy" Y/N answered as Sam nodded.

"The Wallace's babysitter!" Y/N snapped in frustration. Sam replied:

"She told me she'd never even heard of Luke Wallace. Interesting look for a centuries old satanist"

"Well I guess if you were a 600 year old had what would you come back as?" Y/N asked.

Sam shrugged and continued: "Well Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging and apparently she got in a violent altercation with her teacher. Got suspended from school. He runs a Saturday afternoon art class for his students at the school. Let's go"

—~—

The pair entered an art class to see a douchey looking teacher.

"You gentlemen wanted to talk to me?"

"Ah Mr. Harding" Sam smiled.

"Call me Don, every one calls me Don, even my students."

"Yeah we get it Don" Y/N smirked.

"Uhh I'm agent Geddy this is agent Lee. We just had a few questions about Tracy Davis" Sam interrupted quickly.

"Uh yeah Tracy, bright kid loads of talent shame she got suspended."

"You two had a violent altercation?" Sam asked.

"Yeah she exploded. If headmaster Murrow didn't show Tracy would've clawed my eyes out!"

"Why?" Y/N asked, puzzled.

"I was just trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing."

"What more than them?" Y/N chuckled, pointing at some terrible paper mache masks.

Don looked downwards.

"She 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."

"Symbols what kind of symbols" Sam asked. "Like this?" He held up the coin in an evidence bag.

Don squinted looking at it. "Yeah. I think that was one of them actually."

"Any idea where we could find her now?"

"Probably her apartment" the teacher replied.

"Her apartment?" Sam asked puzzled.

"Yeah she arrived here a year ago alone. As I understand it as an emancipated teen. God only know what her parents were like"

—~—

October 31st 3pm
Sam arrived back at the motel in the impala as Y/N walked up to him, the pair having separated at the school to investigate different leads.

"So?" Y/N asked him.

"Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?"

"Luck is not our style. Her friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch hopped a broom.

"She'd be making the third sacrifice any time now" Sam sighed.

At that moment, a chubby boy in an astronaut costume walked up to the pair, asking:

"Trick or treat?"

"This is a motel" Y/N replied.

"So?" The boy asked.

"We don't have any candy"

"We have plenty In the-"

"It's all gone, Sam" Y/N said firmly, cutting his mentor off. Sam gave him a look as Y/N looked down at the chubby boy:

"Sorry kid,5 we can't help you"

"I want lollies"

"Well I think you've had enough" Y/N chuckled.

The boy squinted his eyes at Y/N, who looked surprised at the boy, who pushed past Y/N and stormed off.

Sam chuckled and shook his head, walking into their hotel room. He was shocked beyond words to see Castlel standing there, another man- larger, heavier and bald with dark skin standing and looking out the window.

"Cass?"

"Sam it's good to see you again. You too, Y/N"

"Cass. What are you doing here? Whose your friend?"

Castiel ignored Y/N's question and got straight to business.

"The raising of Samhain. Have you stopped it?"

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Have you located the witch?" Castile asked again. There was panic in his voice. This was unusual.

"Yes we've located the witch" Y/N replied.

"Is the witch dead?"

"No but we know who it is" Sam added.

"Apparently the witch knows who you are too" Castiel sighed. He walked over to the bedside table and picked up a hex bag.

"This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it surely one or both of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"

"We're working on it" Y/N replied.

"That's unfortunate" Castiel said, back to his emotionless self.

"What do you care?" Y/N asked slightly aggravated. Castiel sighed, looking both the hunters in the eye:

"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals."

"So this is about your buddy Lucifer?" Y/N replied.

The black man looking out the window spoke up, an arrogant tone to his voice: "Lucifer is no friend of ours!"

Y/N looked at him slightly annoyed and replied: "It's just an expression!"

Castiel responded:

"Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs. We've been instructed to no longer observe."

"Okay great, well now you're here why don't you tell us where the satanist is we can gank her and everyone goes home" Y/N said with a smile, his hands rubbing together happily. Castiel replied unmoved:

"We are not omniscient. This satanist is very powerful. She's cloaked even to our methods".

"Okay well we already know who she is so if we work together-" Sam stepped in. He was quickly cut off by the mystery man at the window, who muttered loudly and distastefully:

"Enough of this"

"Who are you and why should I care?" Y/N snapped loudly. The man turned around.

"Y/N, Sam, this is Uriel. He's what you might call a specialist."

"What kind of a specialist? What are you planning on doing?" Y/N asked in concern.

"You both need to leave this town immediately" Castiel replied as the two angels stared at each other.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because we're about to destroy it" Castiel answered as if it was obvious.

"This is your plan? You're gonna smite the whole bloody town?" Y/N roared, on the verge of erupting further. He couldn't believe this.

"We're out of time. This satanist has to die. The seal must be saved" Castiel roared back.

"There are thousands of people here" Sam said, mortified.

"8136" Uriel recited as if their lives were nothing but an annoyance.

"And you're willing to kill them all?" Sam asked pleadingly, struggling to comprehend what he was hearing.

"This isn't the first time I've... purified a city" Uriel said with a menacing smirk.

"Look I understand this is regrettable" Castiel said with his hands raised up, attempting to play peacekeeper.

"Regrettable?" Y/N asked in complete shock.

"We have to hold the line. Too many deals have broken already?"

"So some hunters screw the pooch on some seals and now this town has to pay the price?" Y/N snapped.

"It's the lives of 8000 against the lives of six billion there's a bigger picture here"
Castiel replied, getting more frustrated with Y/N the longer the conversation escalated.

"Right cause uh you're bigger-picture kind of guys" Y/N said with a glare.

Castiel stepped closer towards Y/N, his voice turning ice cold:

"Lucifer cannot rise. He does and Hell rises with him. You remember the Hole. Is that something you're willing to risk?"

Y/N's eyes faltered but Sam spoke up quickly:

"We'll stop this Satanist before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die!"

Uriel spoke up with almost distain: "We're wasting time with these mud monkeys!"

Sam gave him a look of definite distain.

"I'm sorry, but we have our orders" Castiel replied.

"No, you can't do this. You, you're angels. I mean, aren't you supposed to.... you're supposed to show mercy" Sam seemed to be completely breaking in shock at this point. Uriel grinned arrogantly and chuckled, asking: "Says who?"

"We have no choice" Castiel said with a hint of regret.

"Of course you have a choice. I mean what you've never questioned a crap order? What are you, a couple of hammers?" Y/N snapped, almost yelling.

"Even if you can't understand it, have faith. The plan is just."

Sam looked despondent as he stammered: "how... how can you even say that?"

"Because it comes from heaven that makes it just" Cass replied.

"It must be so nice to be so sure of yourselves" Y/N narrowed his eyes as he spoke.

"Tell me something, Y/N. Jacob is the closest thing you've ever had to a father. So when your father gives you an order, don't you obey?"

"He is not my father" Y/N snapped, fighting against the rage rising inside him, as he managed to compose himself. He smiled:

"Sorry boys, it looks like the plans have changed."

Uriel sneered: "You think you can stop us?"

"No" Y/N said coldly, stepping towards a Uriel and getting right in his face.

"But if you're gonna smite this whole town then you're gonna have to smite us with it because we are not leaving!"

He turned to Castiel:

"You said Cass, that you were told to observe me. Watch over me. Keep me from too much harm? I figure that means I'm worth something to the man upstairs!"

He turned back to Uriel: "You wanna waste me? Go ahead. See how he digs that!"

Uriel looked like he wanted to tear Y/N's spine out:

"Insolent child! I will 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 village for one little Satanist? Sounds to me like you're compensating for something"

Y/N and Uriel glared at each other for a moment before Y/N turned back to Castiel.

"We can do this. We will find that Satanist and we will stop the summoning."

"Castiel, I will not let these-"

"Enough" Castiel said as he held out a hand to Uriel without breaking eye contact with Y/N.

"I suggest you move quickly."

Y/N nodded and the two hunters walked out to the impala which had been egged. A lot.

Sam threw a dagger at Y/N before looking around and yelling "ASTRONAUT!"

Y/N chuckled. They got in the car and Sam opened the hex bag, looking inside it. He was quiet for a moment before he sighed.

"I had a fiancée. Jessica. Nearly 20 years ago. I knew here since we were children, we were both in Ravenclaw together. She... uh... she died. She was killed by a demon. Your dad had been tracking the demon. He saved me, pulled me out of our house that was on fire. Trained me up before we finally tracked and killed the son of a bitch..."

Y/N was almost speechless. Sam never talked about his past. He said the only words he could think of.

"Sam... I'm so sorry."

Sam smiled.

"I'm only saying it because since that night, I've prayed. I've prayed to God a lot. This was what I was praying to? I thought they'd be righteous."

"Well, they are righteous. I mean that's kind of the problem" Y/N said with sincerity. Sam looked at him slightly puzzled.

"There's nothing more dangerous than some arsehole who thinks he's on a holy mission. Look at the fucking blood purists"

Sam nodded in agreement. "But, I mean, this is God and Heaven? I knew Castiel was stiff and could be difficult but..."

"Look man I get you're into the whole God thing and Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. 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. Don't give up on this stuff is all I'm saying. I've heard Victor Krum is a dick, but Quidditch is still a beautiful game"

Y/N smiled and tried his best to console his friend. It was quiet for a moment before Sam returned the smile, before picking up the charred baby metacarpal.

"You gonna figure out a way to find this Satanist or you gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Y/N said with a smirk. Humour, his old fall back position.

"Do you know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this Y/N?"

"No"

"A lot. I mean more than a fire or some kitchen oven".

"Okay Fanny Cradock what does that mean?"

Sam started the engine, saying as he did: "It means we make a stop."

—~—

October 31st, 4:30pm
The hunters had broken in the school, easy when you can magically unlock everything. Y/N lifted a lid and looked in the kiln.

"So Tracy used a kiln to char a bone? And? What's the big deal?"

He walked over to Don's desk as Sam was
searching through it.

"Y/N, that hex bag turned up in our room not after we'd talked to Tracy..."

"After we'd talked to the teacher" Y/N said, finishing Sam's thought. Sam nodded. They noticed his bottom draw had a huge padlock.

Alohomora

The lock dropped off and they opened it to see a bowl of baby bones.

"Oh my god. Those are all from children"
Sam said horrified.

"I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog" Y/N replied. He added: "I'm gonna enjoy ripping this bastard apart"

—~—

Castiel and Uriel were in a park, Castiel standing, Uriel sitting on a bench. They watched a group of costumed children walk passed.

"The decision's been made" Castiel said in his usual montoned way.

Uriel chuckled. "By a mud monkey"

"You shouldn't call them that"

"Oh that's what they are. Savages. Just plumbing on two legs"

Castiel looked down at him

"You're close to blasphemy."

Uriel sighed

"There's a reason we were sent to watch over him. He has great potential. He may succeed here" Castiel said as he sat and placed his hands folded on his knees and leant on them with his chin before continuing:

"At any rate it's out of our hands"

"It doesn't have to be" Uriel fired back. Castiel rose from his prayerful position to look at his brother shocked. He asked:

"What are you suggesting?"

"That we drag Y/N L/N out of here kicking and screaming and then we blow this insignificant pin prick off the map."

"You know our true orders" Castiel said firmly. "Are you prepared to disobey?"

Uriel looked away in frustration.

—~—

October 31st 7pm
A woman in a witch costume walked passed a house holding her daughter's hand. It had no lights, no decorations and an evil laugh emanated from inside. She looked down at her daughter, shook her head and they continued on.

Tracy was in the basement, gagged and cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Don was chanting in fairly poor Latin over a satanic alter as Y/N and Sam snuck round the corner into the basement. Don approached Tracy and trailed a knife down her neck, over her exposed cleavage with a predatory grin on his face. He lifted the knife high in the air...

Avada Kedavra

Y/N hit him from behind with the killing curse. Sam rushed to untie Tracy.

"Thank you he was gonna kill me. Ugh that sick son of a bitch!" Tracy yelled as Sam untied her. Suddenly a sadistic smirk grew on her face as she continued:

"I mean did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?"

The sadistic grin grew. The hunters raised their wands but Tracy was too quick, raising her hand and blasting them back. They both held their stomachs pinned to the floor.

"Ugh demonic magic bullshit" Y/N said in frustration, unable to get up.

"My brother always was a little dim" Tracy smirked.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice. His idea. But now, that honour goes to him. Our master has returned. This spell-works a two man job, you understand? So for 600 years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, Preparing, unbearable. The whole time I wanted to rip his face off"

As she spoke she leaned down to Don's body and sliced it open, blood rushed out and pooled on the floor towards the hunters. She collected his blood in a chalice she was holding.

She laughed as she looked at Y/N. "Then you get him with a wand. Oh I love that."

She stood and walked towards the alter.

"You know back in the day this was the one night you kept your children inside. Well tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is."

She stood over the alter and started speaking Latin. Sam struggled over to Don's blood and wiped it on his face.

"What are you doing?" Y/N whispered.

"Just follow my lead" Sam said and he got more blood on his hand and wiped it on Y/N's face. Sam laid back like he was dead and Y/N followed suit.

Tracy was still talking as the ground ripped open and a black smoke came out of it, entering into Don's body. His eyes opened but they were milky white with a small light-blue iris. He stood and looked at Tracy, walking over to him.

He cupped his hands on her face and leant in kissing her. She wept with happiness, saying only: "My love"

"You've aged" Samhain spoke to her.

"This face... I can't fool you?" She said sadly.

Samhain smiled at her, answering: "Your beauty is beyond time."

She smiled.

Crack

Samhain snapped her neck and she dropped to the floor dead. He looked at her corpse and muttered a single word:

"Whore"

He walked back, his vision blurry as he got used to his new vessel. He saw Sam and Y/N, faces bloodied, and walked passed them and up the stairs.

Y/N opened his eyes and looked up as the door opened and closed. He looked at Sam.

"What the hell was that?"

"Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him... so I gave it a shot."

Y/N nodded before looking at Sam furious. "You gave it a shot?"

Sam chuckled.

—~—

Samhain walked down the busy street, walking passed dozens of trick or treaters. They barely registered with him as human as they were all in Halloween costumes.

—~—

Y/N and Sam walked towards the impala, wiping blood from their faces. Y/N spoke up, asking: "where the hell are we gonna find this mook?"

Sam unlocked the car and asked:

"Where would you go to raise all the Dark forces of the night?"

"Cemetery" Y/N said as Sam started the car and they drove off.

—~—

October 31st 8:00pm
Samhain entered a crypt. There were a dozen teenagers in one, drinking, smoking and blaring rock music. Some weren't in costumes.

Samhain recognised them as people and grinned evilly. He shut the gate and locked it, taking the key and walking off.

One of the teenagers called out to him.

"Mr. Harding? I mean Don. You locked us in."

Suddenly the graves around them started vibrating wildly. The teenagers panicked before a zombie broke the grave seal on one, grabbing a boys feet and dragging him in. Blood quickly splashed out across the floor. The teenagers screamed hysterically.

Y/N and Sam ran down the stairs, following the screams. Y/N looked towards the path leading further into the crypt.

"Sam rescue them I'm going after Samhain".

"Y/N no..." Sam tried to stop him.

"Angel blade. Rescue them. Hurry"

Sam nodded reluctantly before he yelled for them to back off and close their eyes. They quickly did fearfully as he cast Alohomora the on door, it flew open and the teenagers ran out to safety. Sam dropped the duffel bag he was carrying and pulled out a silver stake. He rammed it into one zombies heart before knocking another to the floor and stabbing him as well.

He felt a presence behind him and turned around thrusting. The spirit disappeared before reappearing behind him and throwing him to the wall.

"Ghost zombie orgy huh? That's it. I'm torching everybody" Sam chuckled.

—~—

Y/N reached the end of the corridor and Samhain was standing there. He walked towards the demon who held his hand out and blasted Y/N with some force, but nothing happened.

Samhain looked at the boy shocked but it turned to fear. The boys eyes were black momentarily before they returned to normal.

"You're not a demon? What are you?" Samhain asked in genuine fear before Y/N answered: "The wielder of this."

He unsheathed his angel blade and slammed it into Samhain's face. His eyes and mouth lit up with a brilliant illuminating light before he fell to the floor dead.

—~—

November 1st 8:30am
Y/N is sat on a park bench across from the motel, watching children play on I the equipment on a beautiful but chilly Sunday morning while Sam finalised their motel bill. He was suddenly aware of a presence on the bench next to him. He looked across at Castiel sitting there.

"Let me guess, you're here for the I told you so?" Y/N asked.

"No" Castiel answered calmly.

"Well good, cause I'm really not that interested."

"I'm not here to judge you Y/N"

"Then why are you here?"

Castiel chuckled.

"Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do."

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Your orders were to follow my orders?"

"It was a test. To see how you would perform under... battlefield conditions."

Y/N looked at Castiel and replied drolly:

"It was a Satanist, not the Somme."

Castiel surprised Y/N by chuckling. Y/N continued:

"So I failed your test huh? I get it. But you know what? If I could use my time turner to go back and change things without risking a tear in space and time, I wouldn't do it. I'd make the same call. Cause see I don't know what's gonna happen when these Seals are broken. Hell, I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is that this here... the park, the trees, the children, all of it. It's still here because of me and my partner."

Castiel surprised Y/N again by smiling:

"You misunderstand me Y/N. I'm not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save this town."

"You were?" Y/N asked shocked.

Castiel nodded.

"These people. They're all my Father's creations. 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 Y/N. It's literal. You of all people, given what you experienced in the Hole, should appreciate what that means."

Y/N paused and looked at Castiel, his breathing pace increased as he muttered:

"You kn- you kno-.. you know wh-"

"We know what you were subjected to Y/N, yes. The curse on that Hole isn't like other curses. It dates from the First Age. The mind of the person that is in there is literally trapped in hell. There's a reason prisoners aren't meant to be in there for more than 24 hours."

Y/N paused, trying not to hyperventilate as memories flooded back to him.

Hell. He had been in hell.

Castiel could pick up on Y/N's growing despair and quickly attempted to change the subject.

"I'll tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul. Not even Hermione"

Y/N smiled at his girlfriend's name and nodded. "Okay"

"I'm not uh... a hammer as you put it. I have questions and I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore... and whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months and years you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Y/N. I truly don't."

They looked at each other for a moment before Y/N looked away in thought.

He looked back and Castiel was gone. He thought for a moment before he walked back to the car and said goodbye to Sam.

"Obviously forget class that's due in an hour. I'm not gonna make it" Sam chuckled. "Just work on a scroll on all the spells you've learnt so far in class and we will see each other next weekend."

"Unless" Y/N chuckled.

"Unless. You stay safe Y/N."

"You too Sam." Y/N smiled. He held his hand out but Sam pulled him into a hug. Y/N hesitated momentarily before hugging him back.

He waved goodbye as Sam got in the impala and drove off and apparated back to Hogwarts. He landed in the male toilets in the dungeons and headed to a stall.

He looked at the time. 9:00am. He turned the time turner 48 times and checked his watch again. 9:01 Friday morning. He gave it 5 minutes and walked to the Potions classroom.

He knocked on the door and when he entered Snape took one look at him and spoke quickly:

"Y/N to my office please. Ms. Granger you too"

Hermione got up and looked at Y/N with concern, taking his hand and walking over to Snape's office.

Draco chuckled after the pair walked in.

"Silence" Snape bellowed back into the classroom before leaving to his office and closing the door.

"How long were you gone Y/N? What happened? You look dreadful" Severus asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"Two days. A village in Wales. Another Seals broken and I screwed the pooch" Y/N sighed. He went on to explain everything to them.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you. I know the seal was broken but you saved 8000 lives. That's just beyond words" Hermione spoke warmly with a huge smile on her face.

"Hermione is right, Y/N. The bravery it took standing up to two angels. I'm beyond proud of you son".

Snape stopped suddenly as he realised what he said. Y/N stood up and hugged him instantly. Snape returned it.

"I feel the same way, Sev" Y/N said quietly. As they broke apart Snape spoke again. "The two of you can brew a Wideye potion in your sleep. You are excused for this mornings class. Just go and relax, the two of you. I sense you need it Y/N. For alchemy just continue reading Alchemists Handbook and we will catch up next week."

Y/N smiled at the Professor, a tired smile. Hermione went to pack up her things and the two left the classroom, hand in hand.

"Special place?" She asked smiling at her boyfriend.

"Special place" he affirmed as they walked up the stairs out of the dungeon.