"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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She met him one time and was never able to forget that handsome face of his. When they met, it was the wrong time, more for him than her thoug...
I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.
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4x07 Part One
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When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween. ~Anonymous
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Its that time of year again.
A time where little kids look forward to stuffing their faces with candy and teenagers can't wait to party with their dramatic and outrageous costumes.
The holiday where fear is celebrated, monsters are considered cool, and abnormal freaky deaths start to happen.
This holiday is known as Halloween.
Speaking of abnormal deaths, the trio had found a case about a man dying from eating candy that had razor blades in them.
Nadia and Sam stood in front of his heartbroken widow, asking her questions while Dean looked around the kitchen for any clues.
"So, Mrs. Wallace," Said Nadia. "How how many razor blades did they find?"
Mrs. Wallace sighs and responds nearly in tears.
"Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat."
The dirty blonde looked up at them, her green eyes full of tears. "He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?"
She notices Dean looking around the front of the stove and in the oven door.
"The candy was never in the oven."
Dean slowly closes the oven door, "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace."
"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Sam asked.
Mrs. Wallace shook her head, "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?"
Nadia sighs, feeling bad for her. "More than you might imagine."
Dean emerges from the floor behind Mrs. Wallace, showing Sam and Nadia a hex bag he found.
Nadia groans mentally, hating witches with a passion while Sam sighs in annoyance himself and looks at Mrs. Wallace.
"Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?"
"Enemies?"
"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" Nadia added.
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"Co-workers? Neighbors?" Sam asked.
The Winchester hesitated. ". . .Maybe a woman."
Understanding what Sam was implying, she gets offended.
