HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty seven.

The three stood opposite a big white house with Christmas decorations on the lawn. "This is where Mrs. Wreath lives, huh? Can't you just feel the evil pagan vibe?"

"Why do Americans always go all out for holidays? I never understood it." Sierra looked up at the lights whilst Dean knocked on the door.

A woman who looked like she was from the 1950s opened the door, her voice sweet, "Yes?"

Dean smiled, putting his arm around Sierra to snap her out of her daze, "Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths."

"Why, yes I am." Madge nodded with a smile.

Dean turned to Sam with a grin, "Ha! Bingo."

"Yeah? Uh, well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day?" Sam continued.

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

"It is, it sure is. But the problem is, is that all you wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one."

"Oh, fudge!" Madge exclaimed, Sierra hid a chuckle at the fact the woman refused to curse.

"You wouldn't have another one that we could buy from you, would you?" Dean asked her, patting Sierra's shoulder. "My girl here was devastated you were all out."

Sierra gritted her teeth with a fake smile. She really didn't like this woman. She sensed something off about them. "Oh, no, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season, sorry darling."

"Aww..." Sierra drawled out.

"Tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?" Dean then questioned with fake curiousness.

Then Mr. Carrigan comes down the staircase inside the house. He has an old-fashioned pipe and a cardigan. The two of them together are very 1950s like Sierra thought.

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

Sam glanced at the strange couple, "Yeah... um, you mentioned that."

"What's going on, honey?" Mr Carrigan asked with a wide grin.

"Well, just some nice boys and lady asking about my wreaths, dear." Madge proudly smiled.

"Oh, the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths. Oh, care for some peanut brittle?" He leaned out to offer them a bowl. Dean reached out to take some, but Sam slapped Dean's arm.

"We're okay." Sam awkwardly grinned, scolding Dean with his eyes.

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Dean was sat sharpening a wooden stake, while Sam used the laptop. Five other wooden stakes were scattered on the bed and floor near Dean whilst Sierra peered over Sam's shoulder again.

Sam clapped his hands as he read from an article about the Carrigans, "I knew it! Something was way off with those two."

"They smelt off too." Sierra grimaced. "What'd you find?"

"The Carrigans lived in Seattle, last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas." Sam explained. "They moved here in January. All that Christmas crap in their house – that wasn't boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint."

"Pagan stuff?" Dean asked whilst looking up from his stakes.

"Serious pagan stuff."

"So what, Ozzie and Harriet are keeping a pagan god hidden underneath their plastic-covered couch?"