The Winchester Family Business

“It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester”

--Robin's Rambles by Robin Vogel

Now - two days before Halloween - A young woman passes by decorations and kids prepping for the holiday. She enters her home loaded down with Halloween candy. Her husband, feeding their baby, gazes eagerly at the huge bucket of candy she puts on the shelf. He tries to grab a piece, but she smacks his hand and tells him not until after Halloween, they ran out at 6:30 last year. She lifts her baby son from his high chair and asks her husband if he's joining her for his bath. "I'll be up in a minute," he promises, but as soon as she's gone, he opens the cabinet and takes candy out of the bucket, unwraps it and starts to chew it. He takes another piece, but quickly discards it; something is wrong. We see the inside of his mouth, where a razor blade has lodged itself into his palate. (ouch and ewww!) He removes that one, fingers bloody, then throws up another, with more blood. His wife comes in with the baby, wanting to know what's taking him so long. Seeing him lying there, blood dribbling from his mouth, she screams. 

Day before Halloween - Sam questions Mrs. Wallace: How many razor blades were there? "Two on the floor, one in his stomach, one stuck in his throat," she says tearfully, wondering how it was possible for him to swallow four of them. Noticing Dean checking her oven, she says, "The candy was never in the oven." Dean says they must be thorough. Mrs. Wallace doesn't think razors were found in any of the other candy, but she can't believe an urban legend actually happened to her husband. Dean finds a hex bag under the refrigerator and holds it up to show Sam, who asks Mrs. Wallace if a woman might have had a grudge against her husband. "Are you suggesting an AFFAIR?" she asks, furious, "no, Luke would nev-" Sam apologizes; they must consider all possibilities. "If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you think they'd find a better way than putting a razor blade in a piece of candy he MIGHT eat?" Sam and Dean exchange looks--she's right. But. . .

Hotel - Dean enters, gobbling down candy. "Really?" says Sam. "After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" It's Halloween, Dean reminds him, and Sam says it's Halloween every day for them. The hex bag is interesting—gold thread, an herb that's been extinct for two hundred years." He picks up what looks like a silver coin. "This 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 a small charred thing and smells it. "THAT," says Sam, "is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." "Gross!" says Dean, discarding it, "witches, man, they're so freakin' skeevy!" "Takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together, that's for sure," says Sam. Dean checked out Luke Wallace, who was so vanilla, he made vanilla seem spicy; he finds no reason why anyone would want this guy dead.

Someone dumps a giant lump of cake on a plate. We're at a Halloween party in someone's basement. Two pretty girls, Jenny, dressed as a slutty nurse, and Tracy, as a slutty cheerleader, talk about how lame the party is. "This party blows!" declares Jenny. Perhaps they should TP someone's house? "Justin, have you gotten into the liquor cabinet yet?" asks Jenny. "No," he says, “it's triple locked. Are you going to the mausoleum party tomorrow night?" Are you gonna be there? asks Jenny. "It's gonna be so rad," chortles Justin, "I'm gonna get so BAKED!" "It's gotta be better than this G-rated ass-fest, declares Jenny." "It's not that bad," says Tracy, who, to prove her point, pulls her hair back with one hand and sexily goes apple-bobbing. She stands and bites into the apple she caught, making it look obscene. "I stand corrected," declares Justin. "I wanna try," says Jenny, who gets down on her knees, too. The first couple of apples get away from her, but she suddenly finds herself being pulled down into the water, unable to get free. Justin comments about her ability to hold her breath. Tracy realizes something is wrong. "Help me!" she cries, trying to pull Jenny free. Justin runs over to help, but they can't get Jenny out. Inexplicably, the water in the vat begins to boil. Jenny screams into the water and kicks her legs as her face burns and blisters. Finally, her feet are still. Justin pulls Jenny out of the water. "Oh my God!" he cries, looking at her blistered, dead face. Tracy covers her mouth, looking as if she's about to throw up.