[#392 Dean Winchester]
[#486 Sam Winchester]
[Book 3 of 14]
{Completed}
"Do I dare look?" Alayna muttered to herself. When Sam didn't answer, she looked up at the window just as Dean walked over to it, facing the two from behind the glass, and flash...
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The four of them decided to go check out the Carrigan's house. They lived in a big white house in the center of a quiet suburb. The front yard was covered in Christmas decorations, like Santa and his sleigh, some reindeer, elves, and Frosty the Snowman. The lawn was a nice green and perfectly manicured, not an inch of snow in sight. "This is where Mrs. Wreath lives, huh?" Dean checked, looking around at the Christmas decorations skeptically.
"You can just feel the evil Pagan vibe." Karoline gave a mock shiver, her voice dripping with sarcasm earning a laugh from Dean and a withering look from her sister. Alayna rolled her eyes before throwing on a big smile and knocking on the door. A middle-aged woman answered the door, she had short, salt-and-pepper hair, and bright, rosy cheeks. She looked like any ordinary housewife, wearing a pink dress with a white cardigan, topped with a string a pearls. Like she was straight out of 50's TV show family.
"Yes?" She greeted curiously as she looked at the four hunters on her doorstep.
"Hi," Alayna smiled and caught her eye. "You're Madge Carrigan, right? The one who made those meadowsweet Wreaths?"
"Why, yes I am." Madge answered with a beaming smile.
"Ha!" Dean turned to Sam with a big smile, smacking the back of his hand against his arm. "Bingo."
Sam turned a polite smile to the woman, "Yeah? Uh, well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day?" Karoline peaked passed the older woman and into the house, seeing Christmas decorations everywhere. It was like Santa threw up inside. She quirked an eyebrow as she looked over at Dean, only to see he had the same look on his face.
"You were?" Madge's overly cheery voice caught their attention. "Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?" She asked in a sweet voice.
"Yeah, it is," Alayna said as she wrapped her arms around Sam's waist. "But, you see, all your Wreaths were sold out before we could buy one, and my boyfriend really wants one."
"Oh, fudge!" She cursed and Karoline rose a hand to her lips to stifle a laugh. You couldn't get anymore white-bread, suburban than that.
"You wouldn't happen to have a spare one, would you?" Alayna asked, frowning in disappointment.
"Oh, no, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season." She informed then, looking a little disappointed herself.
"Aw..." Sam looked away disappointed.
"Can I ask you a question?" Karoline spoke up this time, taking a step forward with a curious smile. "Why Meadowsweet?" Karoline's eyes flicked to the man who had just joined them. He had salt-and-pepper hair, and a pipe in his hand. They looked like one of those cheesy couples in one of those 50's sitcoms, with all the cheesy jokes and picture perfect life.
