NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter twenty eight.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT:
IT'S THE GREAT PUMPKIN,
SAM WINCHESTER.

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THOR AND JANE Foster was a suggestion that made Birdie ponder for a moment.

Sam had rolled his eyes in annoyance and scoffed, looking towards Birdie with the expectation that she'd have an identical expression on her face, but he found her with her brows scrunched together and eyes pinned to the floor as if she was actually considering it. She felt a pair of eyes on her, looking aside to see Sam staring at her with brows raised, lips parted, and eyes wide in surprise. She quickly cleared her throat and pursed her lips together, shaking her head as she narrowed her eyes on Dean. "Enough," she'd huffed with annoyance, giving him a stern look as she focused on the book in her hands again as they traveled towards Sleepy Hollow, New York.

A man by the name of Luke Wallace had died the day before Halloween after swallowing four razor blades (two on the floor, one in his stomach, and another stuck in his throat) while eating some candy his wife had just brought home from the store. It was incredibly strange——perhaps their kind of strange.

Birdie was more than willing to go along with the brothers to check it out, letting Hiro know that she probably wouldn't be able to get back to get her things until the next day, or even a few days later. He assured her that that was fine and he would hold onto her things for her for however long she needed. Then Birdie and the boys were off again, Dean teasing Sam and Birdie about dressing up in matching costumes for Halloween. It usually annoyed Birdie as he did it almost every single year, but this time she was thankful for the comments as it provided a nice distraction. It probably wasn't the wisest thing to ignore her emotions or to try not to think of Kaiya, yet she couldn't stop herself from throwing herself into what she knew best to ignore her feelings; it was what Serena taught her to do.

By morning, Dean seemed to stop, putting on his "serious face" as he and Sam spoke with Mrs. Wallace while Birdie talked with the police down at the station. She wasn't there for very long, finding out that they knew just as much as Birdie and the boys did. She thanked the officers for their time and bid them a goodbye, walking down the street until she made it to her motorcycle. She climbed on and headed back to the motel, finding only Sam inside their shared room.

Birdie set her helmet and keys on the table, knitting her brows together. "Where's Dean?" she wondered, slipping off her shoes before plopping down on the other end of the couch that Sam was seated on. His computer was open on the coffee table, some books open in front of him and stacked on top of each other. Something that looked like a small hex bag was a few inches away, the cloth folded together.

Sam sighed. "My guess? Getting food, or beer."

"Maybe if we're lucky he'll get both," Birdie said, brightly grinning at Sam. He laughed out a scoff, rolling his eyes as a small smile appeared on his lips. "Please tell me you guys had some luck with the wife. I didn't get anything at the station."