Broken Promises - SPN 4

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

We were at the Wallace house on our newest case.

"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 said, nearly in tears. She then noticed Dean looked around the front of the stove. "The candy was never in the oven."

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

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

"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?" she said.

"More than you might imagine." I said. Dean stood up from the floor and showed Sam and I a hex bag. I sighed and we looked back to Mrs. Wallace.

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

"Enemies?" she asked.

"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" I explained.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman." Sam said. She seemed to realized what Sam was saying and got offended.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" she asked.

"Is it possible?" Sam asked.

"No! No, Luke would nev–" she said.

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

"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?" she said. Sam looked over at Dean, who raised his eyes at him.

We were now back at the motel. Sam was on the couch with his laptop and some books. I was sitting at the table looking through some other things. Sam picked up something from the hex bag. Dean walked in and threw his keys on the table while throwing a piece of candy in his mouth.

"You're a dumbass." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Sam asked.

"It's Halloween, man." Dean said

"Yeah, for us every day is Halloween." I said. He leaned on the arm of the couch and looked at Sam's research.

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

"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag." Sam said as he indicated to the bag on the coffee table.

"Hmm, no?" Dean said and looked at it. Sam looked at the dried up flower.

"Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this –" he said as he picked up the silver piece. "is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real."

Dean had picked up the small charred thing and smelled it.

"And um... that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." Sam said.

"Ugh." Dean said as he put it down, looking disgusted. "Gross." Sam picked it up.

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

"Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man, they're so friggin' skeevy." Dean said. He sat on the chair across from me.

"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?" Sam said.