Saving Grace

It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester -- Samhain

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Back at the high school, we set to looking for evidence. Luckily, Don was no where to be found. "So Tracy used the kiln to burn the bone, what's the big deal?"

"Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room not after we talked to Tracy..." Sam trails off as I root through the desk drawers.

"After we talked to the teacher." Dean nods.

"Where's your lockpick, Sam." I hum as I grasp onto a small padlock. I flinch backwards as Sam holds a hammer to my face. "Or that. Thanks." I chuckle and crack the lock off. I tug open the drawer and grimace at the plate of bones. "Oh, my god. These are all from children."

"I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog." Dean comments.

"C'mon, We need to hurry, he might be sacrificing someone right now." I urge.

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We managed to get to Don's house just in time to save Tracy. With Don dead on the ground, we free Tracy. "Thank you, he was gonna kill me! That sick son of a bitch!" Tracy hisses. "I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him?! How sloppy his incantation was? My brother always was a little dim." With a few Latin words, Sam, Dean, and I all hit the ground, groaning in pain. "He was gonna make me the final sacrifice. His idea. But now, that honor goes to him. Our master has returned. This spell work's a two-man job, you understand? So, for six hundred 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. And... You get him with a gun. Oh, I love that." I kick at the ground, trying to distract myself from the pain lancing through my body. I tried keeping my eyes open, trying to keep the nasty little witch in my sight. "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." Tracy began reciting the rest of the incantation. I managed to roll onto my stomach and slip my hand into Don's blood, and smearing over my face.

"What-- what are you doing?" Dean groans as Sam mimics the action.

"Just shut up and follow our lead." Sam snaps as I smear blood onto Dean's face. I set my head onto the ground and feign death as Samhain is released from Hell, possessing Don's body. There's a sick crack after Tracy and Samhain exchange a few words. He walks right over us, not bothering to check if we're alive.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asks quietly after Samhain leaves the room.

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

"You gave it a shot?" Dean echoes.

"It worked, didn't it?" I retort. "C'mon." I groan as I sit up and rip a part of my shirt off to clean my face.

"So how are we gonna find this mook?" Dean asks as we step outside.

"Where would you go to raise all the dark forces of the night?" Sam asks.

"A cemetery." Dean answers.

I nod and get into the Impala. "So, this demon's pretty powerful." Sam mentions from the backseat.

I snort. "Yeah, that's putting it lightly."

Sam sucks in a breath. "It might take more than the usual weapons."

Dean and I exchange worried glances. "Sam, no." Dean says firmly. "You're not using your psychic whatever."

"But--"