SuperPotter 4

Chapter 7 It's The Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester

Sam and Hermione are standing in the kitchen of the Wallace family. They were talking with Mrs. Wallace.

'Now how many razor blades did they find?' Sam asks.

Mrs. Wallace sighs, and responds nearly in tears. 'Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. 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,'

'We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace,' Dean responds.

'Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?' Hermione asks.

'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?'

'More than you might imagine,' Sam responds. Dean emerges from the floor, and shows Sam and Hermione a hex bag, behind Mrs. Wallace's back so she can't see, and makes sure to keep her from seeing it. Hermione sighs and looks at Mrs. Wallace. 'Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?'

'Enemies?' She asks, confused.

'Anyone who might have held a grudge against him,' Hermione responds.

'What do you mean?'

'Co-workers? Neighbours? Maybe a woman,' Sam responds.

Mrs. Wallace gets what Sam means and gets 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 looks over at Dean, who raises his eyes at Sam.

Sam is sitting on a couch in the motel room, with his laptop and a few books on the coffee table in front of him, flipping the pages of the books. He picks up something from the hex bag that looks organic, and holds it up. Dean and Hermione enter the room, he tosses his keys on the table under the window, and unwraps a piece of candy before tossing it in his mouth. Sam notices him doing that.

'Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?' He asks.

'It's Halloween, man,'

'Yeah, for us every day is Halloween,'

Dean sits down on the arm of the couch as Hermione walks over towards the other arm and takes place. They look 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 indicates the hex bag that is open now on the table. There is a silver piece that has the size of a coin, and something small and charred in addition to the organic thing. Kinda looking like a dried up flower.

'Hmm, no?'

Sam picks up the dried up flower looking piece. 'Goldthread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years. And this—' He picks 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 picks up the small charred thing and smells it. 'And um...that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby,'

'Ugh,' He puts the bone down, and looks disgusted. 'Gross,'

Sam picks up the bone. 'Relax man, it's like, at least a hundred years old,'

'Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man, they're so frigging skeevy,' Hermione looks away, she tried not to let those words get to her. She knew that he didn't mean her. 'I mean, come on they are seriously creating a bad name for the good witches,' He moves over to the chair next to the couch and sits down.