The Curse of Sight

07

[It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester]

The boys and Haven were in the Wallace kitchen.

"Now, how many razor blades did they find?" Sam asked.

Mrs. Wallace sighed, and responded nearly in tears. "Two on the floor, on in his stomach, and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?" She noticed Dean looked around the front of the stove and in the oven door. "The candy was never in the oven."

"We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace," Dean said.

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" Sam questioned.

"No, I mean, I don't think so," Mrs. Wallace replied. "I just -- I can't believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?"

"More than you might imagine," Haven answered gently.

Dean emerged from the floor and showed Sam and Haven a hex bag, behind Mrs. Wallace's back so she couldn't see, and made sure to keep her from seeing it. Sam sighed and looked at Mrs. Wallace.

"Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" Sam questioned.

"Enemies?" Mrs. Wallace repeated.

"Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman."

Mrs. Wallace got what Sam meant and got offended. "Are you suggesting an affair?"

"Is it possible?"

"No! No, Luke would nev-"

"I'm very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities."

"If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you think they'd find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?"

Sam looked over at Dean and Haven who raised their eyes at Sam.

The three made their way back to the motel room.

Sam sat on the couch with his laptop and a few books on the coffee table in front of him, flipping the pages the books. He picked up something organic looking from the hex bag and held it up. Haven sat across from him, looking at the item. Dean entered the room and tossed his eyes on the table under the window, and unwrapped a piece of candy before tossing it in his mouth.

"Really?" Sam said. "After that guy choked down all those razor blades?"

"It's Halloween, man," Dean replied.

"Yeah, for us every day is Halloween."

Dean sat down on the arm of the chair and looked at Sam's research. "Don't be a downer. Anything interesting?"

"Well, we're on a witch hunt, that's for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag."

Sam indicated the hex bag that was open on the table. There was  silver piece, the size of a coin, and something small and charred in addition to the organic thing, that looked like a dried up flower.

"Hmm, no?" Dean said.

Sam picked up the dried-up flower-looking piece. "Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this," he picked up the silver piece, "is Celtic, and I don't mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." Dean picked up the small charred thing and smelled it. "And um... that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."