ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 28]

SEASON 3, EP. 8
A Very Supernatural Christmas (FINAL PART)

    Sam, Dean, and Beau look up at a big white house with Christmas decorations on the lawn. Beau's eyes rake over the yard of decorations with annoyance, he wasn't one for Christmas decorations or Christmas at all really. Don't get him wrong he loved the family aspect of it, he just hated how expensive and bright the whole holiday was.

    Dean looks at the Christmas decorations, not believing someone like this could be a god or a person killer. "This is where Mrs. Wreath loves, huh? Can't you just feel the evil pagan vibe?" He begins to walk to the front porch with an unconvinced look on his face.

    Sam and Beau follow him as he knocks on the door and not a minute later an older woman opens the door and she gives them all a smile. "Yes?"

    Beau's eyes slightly widened at the familiar woman he had just met a couple days ago at the whole Santa's Wonderland thing. His nose flared as he took in the familiar scent of meadowsweet, the smell was overbearing causing him to try and subtly cover his nose. The hot tingle in the pit of his stomach started to form the longer he stood outside the house. He hadn't felt his body react when they quickly first met before but the longer he was in her presence his insides hurt.

    Dean spoke to her, "please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths."

    Madge opens the door wider with a proud smile, "why, yes I am."

    Dean turns to Sam with a big smile on his face, "ha! Bingo."

    Sam puts on a huge fake smile, speaking in a friendly tone, "yeah? Uh, well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day?"

    Beau took this time that Sam was talking to her to swiftly shuffle around him to try and get a good look in the house and saw nothing but the usual Christmas decorations and a very impressive ginger bread house sitting on the dining room table.

    "You were? Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?"

    Dean and Beau just awkwardly nodded in agreement to her question, pretending to go along with the conversation. Sam smiled and kept his conversation with her, "it is, it sure is. But the problem is, is that all your wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one."

    Madge kind of straightens up with her eyebrows raised, "oh, fudge!"

    Dean shook his head as he asked her a question on if she had another one that they could possibly buy from her. She gasps as she looks at the three men, "oh, no, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season."

    Beau speaks up from behind them with a fake sad tone, "awww, that's too bad, they were beautiful." He fakes pouts when Madge gives him a sad smile with a shrug.

    Dean frowns and looks away before turning back to her, "tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?"

    "Why, the smell, of course! I don't think I've ever smelled anything finer."

    From behind her a man comes down the staircase, assuming to be her husband. He has an old-fashioned smoking pipe and a dark brown cardigan. "What's going on, honey?"

    She puts her arms around him as she looks between her husband and the boys, "well, just some nice boys asking about my wreaths, dear."

    He gives them a smile, his teeth a bright perfect white and he raises his pipe to them. "Oh, the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths." Out of nowhere he's holding out a tin full of peanut brittle, "oh, care for some peanut brittle?"