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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: "I only had one bottle." 💫✦🌺
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A MONTH OF SEARCHING FOR AVA yielded no answers for the hunters.
But Sam had taken a case from Ellen, insisting that they still needed to save as many people as they could.
So that brought the trio to Cornwall Connecticut, to a small—and possibly haunted—inn.
"Hey, wait a sec," Sam called out from behind them, "I'm not so sure haunted's the problem."
Dean and Venus turned and returned to the bottom of the steps, stopping by where Sam's eyes were locked onto a flower pot. "What do you mean?" Dean pressed.
"See this pattern, here?" Sam pointed to a small shape engraved in the large pot.
Venus moved to get a better look at it. Her eyes widened slightly. "Is that a quincunx?"
Sam nodded. "Right, a five spot."
Dean's brows knitted in confusion. "Five spot. That's for Hoodoo spellwork isn't it?"
"Yeah, you fill this thing with blood weed, you got powerful charm to ward off enemies."
Dean looked at the other flower pots lining the entrance. "Except I don't see any blood weed," he noted, "Don't you think this place is a little too uh...white meat for hoodoo?"
"Oh for sure. I mean it's Connecticut," Venus replied. The boys' heads bobbed in agreement.
They eventually turned and made their way into the inn, with Venus and Dean in front and Sam trailing behind.
A middle-aged brunette woman entered the foyer wearing a pleasant smile. "May I help you?"
"Hi, we'd like a room for a couple of nights," Venus told the woman, handing her one of her fake credit cards.
