The Winchester Sister

Chapter 7 - It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

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"It's always bloody Halloween!" I exclaim as I look up from the book about witches. "Can we ever have a day off?! Especially on our birthdays."

"Monsters tend to find it ironic when it is near Halloween." Sam explains.

"I know but it still pisses me off." I state.

"I'm not gonna beg for you to shut up." I roll my eyes at Dean's comment.

"I'm impervious to your influence anyway."

"Would you consider bribe?" Dean asks.

"Couldn't meet my price."

"Extortion?" I snort at Dean.

"You got nothing on me." I answer.

"Why don't we agree that you are both idiots and should bickering for the sake of my sanity." Sam interrupts. We both turned to glare at him and gives us a puppy dog eyed look. I shrug at him while Dean eats a piece of candy and I turn to give Dean a look. "Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"

"It's Halloween, man." Dean replies.

"Yeah, for us everyday is Halloween." I state matter of factly.

"Don't be a downer." Dean lectures...Really? Lecturing me? "Anything interesting?"

"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag." Sam replies while waving his hand in the direction of the open hex bag.

"Hmm, no?" Was Dean's answer. I pick up the dead flower.

"Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this-" I pick up the silver coin. "is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." Dean picks up...the bone... "And um...that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."

"Ugh." Dean mumbles disgusted before putting down the bone. "Gross."

"Relax man, it's like, at least a hundred years old." Sam comments.

"Oh, right like that makes it better? Witches, man, they're so friggin' skeevy." Dean shot back while sitting down.

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

"This Luke Wallace?" I nod. "He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." Sam and I scoff. Of course, we would have no leads. God wouldn't want to make our lives easier. "I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead." 

"Well, obviously it has something to do with witches. Witches generally cause havoc and mayhem which probably explains why this Luke guy is dead but what is so special about him, that we don't know. No crime records at all? Any complaints?"

"Absolute nada." Dean replies.

"Well, this has made this job ten times harder." The police radio goes off suddenly.

"We have a 4-1-9 at 12 Moss Street. Repeat, all available units, we have a 4-1-9 at 12 Moss Street."

"4-1-9? That is code for a dead body." I supply. "You guys go, I'll stay here and research some more." 

~Later~

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