It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Summary
A witch sacrifices people in a small town to summon a demon who may be a key to freeing Lucifer. To stop her, Castiel brings in a special angel named Uriel who intends to destroy the town.

Two Days Before Halloween
People are setting up for headstones and skeletons and pumpkins for Halloween. A woman is walking to her house, carrying a big container of candy. Inside, her husband is trying to feed their baby. She walks in and puts down the candy. “Whew!” she says. “How was the store?” her husband asks. “Madness,” she says, “Everyone in town was stocking up.” “Did you get enough?” he asks. “I had to arm-wrestle Norma Bleeker for these,” she says, going to the cupboard. “Honey, she’s seventy-four,” he replies. “And a lot stronger than she looks,” his wife says, putting the candy inside the cupboard. Her husband starts to reach for it, but she stops him. “Remember last year? We ran out at 6:30,” she says. “It’s just one piece,” he replies, going for it again, but again she stops him. “You can have as much as you want – after Halloween,” she says, and closes the cupboard. She goes over to pick up the baby, saying he needs a bath. “You coming?” she asks. “I’ll be up in a minute,” he replies, and she leaves. He opens the cupboard and takes out a candy, unwrapping it and chewing it. He reaches for another one, and then stops, a strange look on his face. He reaches inside his mouth, and feels something odd – he pulls out his hand and sees blood on his fingers. He reaches in again, and pulls it out. It’s a razor blade. Suddenly he drops to his knees, clearly in pain. He coughs, and spits out another razor blade on the floor, and then another. Spitting up blood, he falls to the floor. “Luke, what’s taking you so long?” his wife calls, walking in. Seeing him lying dead on the floor, she screams.

“Now how many razor blades did they find?” Sam asks. Dean is looking around the kitchen while Sam talks to the wife. “Two on the floor, one in his stomach, and one was stuck in his throat,” she replies, tears in her eyes. “He swallowed four of them – how is that even possible?” Sam doesn’t answer, instead looking over at Dean, who is looking at the oven. “The candy was never in the oven,” the wife says. “We just have to be through, Mrs. Wallace,” Dean replies. “Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?” Sam asks. “No – I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think so,” she replies. Dean suddenly notices a strange scratch mark on the floor near the leg of the fridge, and he goes to move it. “I just, I can’t believe it,” Mrs. Wallace is going on. “You hear urban legends about this stuff, but… it actually happens?” “More than you might imagine,” Sam says, as Dean stands up and holds out a hex bag, looking resigned. Sam sees it, then turns to the wife. “Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies? Anyone who might’ve held a grudge against him?” “What do you mean?” she asks. “Co-workers. Neighbours. Maybe a woman?” Sam asks. She gapes at him. “Are you suggesting an affair?” “Is it possible?” Sam asks calmly. “No! No, Luke would never…” she looks away. “I’m very sorry, ma’am, we just have to consider all possibilities,” Sam says quickly. “If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor blade in a piece of candy he MIGHT eat?” she says angrily. Sam and Dean exchange looks.

Motel
Sam is busily reading books on the couch as Dean walks in, happily chewing candy. “Really?” says Sam. “After that guy choked down all those razor blades.” “It’s Halloween, man,” Dean replies, perching on the arm of the couch next to Sam. “Yeah. For us, every day is Halloween,” Sam says. “Don’t be a downer,” Dean says. “Find anything interesting?” “Well we’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure,” Sam replies. “But this isn’t your typical hex bag.” He pulls it over so Dean can see. “Hmm. No?” Dean says. “Gold Thread,” Sam says, picking up a piece of plant. “An herb that’s been extinct for 200 years. And this is Celtic – or some New-Age knock-off,” he goes on, picking up a coin out of the bag. “It looks like the real deal, 600 years old…” He looks over at Dean, who is looking at the last piece of stuff in the bag. “And that is the charred, metacarpal bone of a newborn baby.” Dean makes a face and puts it down quickly. “Ew, gross.” “Relax, man, it’s at least a hundred years old,” Sam says, picking it up. “Yeah, like that makes it better?” Dean replies. “Witches, man, they’re so friggin schemey.” He gets up and sits on one of the beds. “Yeah well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together,” Sam says. “More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure. What about you, you find anything on the victim?” “This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla he made vanilla seem spicy,” Dean replies. “I can’t find any reason why someone would want this guy dead.”

One Day Before Halloween
A bunch of teenagers are at a party, eating cake and wearing costumes. Two girls, one dressed as a cheerleader and one as a nurse, are walking around. “This party blows,” the nurse says. “We should just go TP somebody.” The cheerleader smiles, then turns around and walks over to a guy. “Hey Justin! You break into the booze yet?” “Uh, it’s triple-locked,” Justin says. “So, you guys going to the mausoleum party tomorrow night?” “Are you gonna be there?” the nurse asks. “It’s gonna be rad,” Justin says. “I’m gonna get so baked.” The girls laugh. “Well it’s gotta be better than this G-rated ass-fest,” the nurse says. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” the cheerleader says. “Check it out.” She goes over to a tub of water with apples in it. “Bobbing for apples is lame,” Justin says. “Oh come on, it’s Halloween,” she says. “Uhhh, lame,” he says again. She gives him a look and kneels down, and he looks appreciatively at her butt. She sits up, holding an apple in her mouth, and takes a bite, smiling at Justin. “I stand corrected,” he says. “Well, I wanna try,” says the nurse, quickly going forward and kneeling down. She tries to get one of the apples, but they’re all floating away. Suddenly, she feels something holding her down. “Wow,” says Justin. “She can really hold her breath.” Meanwhile the nurse girl starts panicking, and her feet slide on the floor as she tries to get up. Her friend notices something is wrong, and starts forward. “Jenny?” she says, grabbing her friend’s arm. The girl continues to struggle. “Help me!” the cheerleader says to Justin, and he starts forward. They try to pull her out, but they can’t. The water around her starts boiling and bubbling and steaming. “What is happening?” Justin yells. Jenny screams as her skin starts turning red, and then slowly goes limp. The teenagers stare in shock, and then Justin pulls her out. Her face is red and blistered.

Dean and Sam head down the stairs, the cops are already in the basement, taking pictures of the apple-bobbing tub and stuff. Dean sees the cops talking to the blond cheerleader, and he stops Sam. “I got this one,” he says. “Two words. Jailbait,” Sam says quietly. “I would never,” Dean says seriously, and Sam walks off, not looking convinced. Dean smirks and follows him. “It was so weird,” the girl is saying. “The water in the tub wasn’t hot. I’d just been in there myself.” “Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace,” Dean interrupts. “Agent Seger, FBI.” He holds up his badge. “Um, who’s Luke Wallace?” she asks. “He died yesterday,” Dean tells her. “I don’t know who that is,” she says. Dean nods, then looks over to see Sam, holding up another hex bag, which he found under the couch cushions.

Motel
Dean is on the laptop doing research, Sam is laying on one of the beds, reading. “I’m telling you, both of these vics were squeaky clean,” Dean says. “There was no reason for wicked-witch payback.” “Maybe cause it’s not about that,” Sam says. “Wow. Insightful,” Dean says. “Maybe this witch isn’t working a grudge, maybe they’re working a spell,” Sam replies, pointing at one of the books. “Check this out. Three blood sacrifices over three days. The last before midnight on the final day, of the final harvest. Celtic calendar – the final day of the final harvest is October 31st.” “Halloween,” Dean says. “Exactly,” Sam replies. “What exactly are the blood sacrifices for?” Dean asks, looking at the book Sam hands him. There’s a picture of two people standing before a grave, and a strange man with horns is climbing out. “If I’m right, this witch is summoning a demon,” Sam says. “And not just any demon. Samhain.” “Am I supposed to be impressed?” Dean asks. “Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween,” Sam tells him. “The Celts believed that October 31st was the one night of the year that the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead. And it was Samhain’s night, I mean masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved in the pumpkins to worship him.” Dean sees a picture of the horned man holding up a human head. “He was exorcised centuries ago.” “So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition still holds,” Dean says. “Right. Except now instead of demons and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candy, and costumes,” Sam says. “Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?” Dean asks. “Dean, this is serious,” Sam says. “I am serious!” Dean replies. “We’re talking heavy-weight witchcraft,” Sam goes on. “This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years.” “And the six-hundred year marker rolls around…” Dean begins. “Tomorrow night,” Sam finishes. “Naturally,” Dean says. “That sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon.” “That’s cause he liked company. Once he’s raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own,” Sam says. “Raising what exactly?” Dean asks. “Dark, evil crap, and lots of it,” Sam answers. “And they follow him around like the frickin pied piper.” “So we’re talking ghosts,” Dean says. Sam nods. “Zombies?” Sam nods again. “Leprechauns?” Dean asks. “Dean,” Sam begins. “Those little dudes are scary! Small hands,” Dean says. “Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls,” Sam says seriously. “If this sucker keeps on going, by night’s end we are talking every evil thing that we’ve ever seen. Everything we fight. All in one place.” Dean blinks. “It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse.”

Halloween
Dean is eating candy in the car, the seat beside him littered with wrappers. He groans and holds his stomach, and then his phone rings. “Hey,” he says, opening it. “How’s it going?” Sam asks. “Awesome. I talked to Mrs. Razor Blade again. I’ve been sitting out in front of her house for HOURS, and I’ve got a big steamy pile of nothing,” Dean says irritably. “Look, Dean, someone planted those hex bags,” Sam says firmly. “Someone with access to both houses, there’s gotta be some kind of connection.” “Yeah well I hope we find it soon cause I’m starting to cramp like a… son of a bitch,” Dean says, looking out the window. The blond cheerleader from the other night is walking up the stairs to Mrs. Wallace’s house. “What?” Sam says. “No Sam, I mean son of a bitch,” Dean says. He watches as the girl knocks on the door, and is let in by Mrs. Wallace, who hands the girl her baby.

Motel
Dean throws the door key onto the table, and Sam looks up. “So? Our apple-bobbing cheerleader? Tracy? The Wallace’s baby-sitter,” Dean says. “She told me she’d never even heard of Luke Wallace.” “Hm. Interesting look for a centuries-old witch,” Sam says. “Yeah well if you were a six-hundred year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn’t you go for a hot cheerleader?” Dean says, sitting down. “I would.” Sam looks over at him, Dean is looking dreamy. Sam stares at him, and Dean finally looks back. “Well, Tracy isn’t as wholesome as she looks,” Sam says. “I did some digging – apparently she got into a ‘violent altrication’ with one of her teachers. Got suspended from school.” He hands Dean the laptop, and Dean sees a picture of her.

School
Dean walks into the art room, looking up. There are all kinds of hand-made masks on the ceiling, drying. There is a certain red one that draws his attention, he suddenly hears strange screams in his head, memories of Hell. He stares at it uneasily as Sam walks up behind him. “Bring back memories?” he says. “Whaddya mean?” Dean asks. “Being a teenager, all that angst,” Sam says. “Oh,” Dean says. “What’d you think I meant?” Sam asks. “Nothing,” Dean says, shrugging. He sees a teenager who is carrying a large clay bong. “Dude! I’m gonna need a bigger kiln,” the teenager says after the bong doesn’t fit. “You gentlemen wanted to talk to me?” a man says, walking up behind them. “Ah, Mr. Harding,” Sam says, holding out his hand. “Oh, please, Don,” he says, smiling. “Even my students call me Don.” “Yeah we get it, Don,” Dean says. “Uh, I’m Agent Geddy, this is Agent Lee – we just had a few questions about Tracy Davies.” “Ah yeah, Tracy. Bright kid, loads of talent – it’s a shame she got suspended,” Don says. “You two had a – uh – violent altrication?” Dean says. “Yeah, she exploded,” Don says. He says that if the principal hadn’t walked by when he did, Tracy would’ve clawed his eyes out. “Why?” Sam asks. “I was only trying to rap with her about her work,” Don says, shrugging. “It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing.” “More disturbing than… those guys?” Dean says, motioning to the masks hanging on the ceiling. “She would cover page after page with these bizarre, cryptic symbols,” Don says. “And then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings. Gory, primitive… and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating.” “Symbols, what kind of symbols? Anything like this?” Sam holds out the Celtic coin from the hex bag. “Yeah, yeah – I think that might’ve been one of them,” Don says. “You know where Tracy is now?” Dean asks. “I would imagine her apartment,” Don replies. “Her apartment?” Dean repeats. “Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone,” Don says. “As I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like.”

Motel
Dean pulls up in the Impala and gets out, Sam walks across the parking lot to meet him. “So?” Dean calls. “So Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?” Sam asks. “Ah, luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick,” Dean says as the boys head back to their room. “She could be making the third sacrifice any time,” Sam says. “Yes, thank you, Sam,” Dean replies just as a chubby kid dressed up as an astronaut approaches them. “Trick or treat,” he says. “This is a motel,” Dean says, pointing. “So?” the kid asks. “So, we don’t have any candy,” Dean says. “No we have a ton, in the uh…” Sam begins, but Dean cuts him off. “We did, but it’s gone.” He gives Sam a look, then turns back to the kid. “Sorry kid, we can’t help you.” “I want candy,” the kid says. “Well I think you’ve had enough,” Dean says. The kid glares at him, then shoves past him.

Sam opens the motel room door and instantly draws his gun. “Who are you!?” he yells, seeing someone sitting on the bed. “Sam, Sam wait!” Dean yells, coming up behind him. “It’s Castiel, the angel.” There is another man, a big African-American man standing at the window. “Him I don’t know,” Dean says. “Hello Sam,” Castiel says, approaching. “Oh my God,” Sam says. “Oh, uh… I didn’t mean to – sorry. It’s an honour. Really. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He holds out his hand. Castiel stares at Sam’s hand for a moment, but when Sam doesn’t move, he finally shakes his hand. “And I you,” he says. “Sam Winchester. The boy with the demon blood. Glad to hear you’ve… ceased your extracurricular activities.” “Let’s keep it that way,” the big man at the window says, still not looking at them. “Yeah okay, Chuckles,” Dean says irritably, glaring towards him. “Who’s your friend?” he asks Castiel. “The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?” Castiel says. “Why?” Dean asks. “Dean, have you located the witch?” Castiel says. “Yeah, we’ve located the witch,” Dean says. “And, is the witch dead?” Castiel asks. “No, what…?” Sam begins. “We know who it is,” Dean interrupts. “Apparently the witch knows who you are, too,” Castiel says, crossing to the nighttable and picking up a hex bag. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or both of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?” “We’re working on it,” Dean says. “That’s unfortunate,” Castiel says. “What do you care?” Dean asks. “The raising of Samhain is one of the sixty-six seals,” Castiel replies. “So this is about your buddy Lucifer,” Dean realizes. “Lucifer is no friend of ours,” the man at the window says. “It’s just an expression,” Dean says uneasily. “Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs,” Castiel says. “Okay, great. So now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is, we’ll gank her, and everybody goes home,” Dean says. Castiel replies that the witch is powerful, and has cloaked even the angels’ methods. “Okay, we already know who she is, so if we work together…” Sam begins, but the man at the window interrupts. “Enough of this.” “Okay, who are you, and why should I care?” Dean asks loudly as the man turns around. “This is Uriel, he is what you might call… a specialist,” Castiel explains. “What kind of a specialist?” Dean asks. No one answers. “What are you gonna do?” Dean asks. Castiel says they need to leave the town immediately, because the angels are about to destroy it. The boys exchange glances. “So this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole friggin town?” Dean asks incredulously. “We’re out of time. This witch has to die,” Castiel says. “The seal must be saved.” “There are a thousand people here!” Sam says. “One thousand two hundred and fourteen,” Uriel says. “And you’re willing to kill them all?” Sam gapes. “This isn’t the first time I’ve… purified a city,” Uriel replies. “Look, I understand this is regrettable,” Castiel says. “We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already.” “So you screwed the pooch on some seals and now this town has to pay the price?” Dean asks angrily. “It’s the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion, there’s a bigger picture,” Castiel says. “Right. Cause you’re bigger picture kinda guys,” Dean says. “Lucifer cannot rise,” Castiel says again. “He does, and Hell rises with him. Is that something you’re willing to risk?” Dean has nothing to say for a moment, and Sam cuts in. “We’ll stop this witch before she summons anyone! Your seal won’t be broken, and no one has to die!” “We’re wasting time with these mud monkeys,” Uriel interrupts. “I’m sorry,” Castiel says. “But we have our orders.” “No, you can’t do this,” Sam says. “You’re angels. I mean aren’t you supposed… you’re supposed to show mercy!” Uriel chuckles. “Says who?” “We have no choice,” Castiel says. “Of course you have a choice,” Dean replies. “I mean come on, you’ve never questioned a crap order? Huh? What, are you both just a couple of hammers?” “Even if you can’t understand it,” Castiel begins, beginning to look angry, “Have faith. The plan is just.” “How can you even say that?” Sam says incredulously. “Because it comes from Heaven,” Castiel replies, turning to look at him. “That makes it just.” “It must be nice,” Dean says, “To be so sure of yourselves.” “Tell me something, Dean. When your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?” Castiel says. Dean stares at him. “Well sorry, boys. Looks like the plans have changed.” “You think you can stop us?” Uriel says, smirking. “No,” Dean says, walking towards him, “But if you’re gonna smite this whole town? Then you’re gonna have to smite us with it. Because we are not leaving. See you went to the trouble of busting me out of Hell, I figure I’m worth something to the man upstairs. You wanna waste me? Go ahead. See how he digs that.” “I’ll drag you out of here myself,” Uriel says. “Yeah, but you’ll have to kill me,” Dean says. “Then we’re back to the same problem. I mean come on. You’re gonna wipe out a whole town, for one little witch? Sounds to me like you’re compensating for something.” He turns away, back to Castiel. “We can do this. We will find that witch, and we will stop the summoning.” “Castiel, you do not let these people…” begins Uriel, but Castiel stops him. “I suggest you move quickly,” he says to Dean.

Outside, the boys head to the car, only to find it splattered with eggs. Dean stares. “ASTRONAUT!” he yells. He gets in the car and slams the door, shaking his head. He glances at Sam, who is quiet. “What?” he asks. “Nothing,” Sam says. He is holding the hex bag. “I thought they’d be different.” “What, the angels?” Dean asks. “Yeah,” Sam says. “Well, I tired to tell ya,” Dean replies. “I just… I mean I thought they’d be righteous,” Sam goes on. “Well… they are righteous. I mean, that’s kind of the problem,” Dean says. “There’s nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he’s on a holy mission.” Sam nods, then says “But I mean this is God? This is Heaven? This what I’ve been praying to?” “Look man, I know you’re into the whole God thing,” Dean says. “Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that… just cause there’s a couple of bad apples doesn’t mean the whole barrel is rotten. I mean for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don’t give up on this stuff, is all I’m saying. Babe Ruth was a dick, but baseball is still a beautiful game.” Sam smiles at him, then goes back to looking at the hex bag, picking up the baby’s bone. “Well are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?” Dean asks, starting the car. “You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, Dean?” Sam says. “No,” Dean admits. “A lot. I mean, more than a fire, or some kitchen oven,” Sam tells him. “Okay, Betty Crocker, what does that mean?” Dean asks. “It means we make a stop,” Sam says.

School
“So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what’s the big deal?” Dean asks as Sam heads over to a desk in the art room. “Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room not after we talked to Tracy…” “After we talked to the teacher,” Dean remembers. “Hey,” Sam says, pointing at a locked cabinet. He takes a mallet and smashes off the padlock. He opens it to find a little bowl of bones. “Oh my God,” he says. “Those are all from children.” “I’m guessing he’s not saving them for the dog,” Dean says.

Castiel and Uriel are watching children walk by in costumes. “The decision’s been made,” Castiel says. Uriel chuckles. “By a mud monkey.” “You shouldn’t call them that,” Castiel says. “That’s what they are,” Uriel says calmly. “Savages. Just plumbing on two legs.” “You’re close to blasphemy,” Castiel says. “There’s a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential, he may succeed here.” He sighs and sits down next to Uriel on the park bench. “At any rate, it’s out of our hands.” “It doesn’t have to be,” Uriel says. “And what would you suggest?” Castiel asks. “That we drag Dean Winchester out of here, then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map,” Uriel says firmly. “You know our true orders,” Castiel replies. “Are you prepared to disobey?”

It is night now, kids in costumes are walking around still. They pause at one house, and then continue walking, as it is dark. But as they pass by, we see a light flickering in the basement window.

The teacher, Don Harding, is chanting in Latin, while Tracy is strung up by her hands. He finishes, and walks over to her, touching a knife to her chest, over her heart. He raises the knife, and suddenly bullets hit him from behind, he falls to the ground. Dean and Sam rush over, Dean cuts her down as Sam checks the teacher’s pulse. “He was gonna kill me!” Tracy says, pulling out the gag. “That sick son of a bitch. I mean did you see what he was doing, did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was? My brother always was dim.” Just as Dean is about to shoot her, she throws out her hand and the boys are flung backwards onto the floor, holding their arms around their stomachs in pain. “He was gonna make me the final sacrifice,” Tracy goes on. “His idea. But now, that honour goes to him. Our master’s return… the spellwork’s a two man job, you understand. So for six-hundred years, I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing. Unbearable.” She crouches and takes out a cup, and begins filling it with his blood. “The whole time I wanted to rip his face off. And now, you get him with a gun. I love that.” She stands up and heads back to the altar. “You know, back in the day, this was the one night you kept your children inside. Well tonight you’ll all see what Halloween really is.” She begins chanting in Latin. The boys are still doubled up on the floor, but Sam pulls himself over to Don’s body, and puts his hand in the blood, then wipes it on his own face. “What – are you doing?” Dean manages to get out. “Just follow my lead,” Sam replies, wiping blood on Dean’s face as well. As the witch continues chanting, a crack appears in the floor, and black smoke flows out of it. She smiles as it comes out of the floor and disappears into her dead brother’s mouth. His eyes turn a strange blue-grey colour, and he slowly stands up. She turns around and smiles as he stumbles closer, then kisses her. “My love,” she says. “You’ve aged,” he says, holding her face in his hands. “This face…” she says. “I can’t fool you?” “Your beauty is beyond time,” he replies, then breaks her neck in one swift motion. “Whore.” He turns around, pausing as he sees Sam and Dean. But they lay silently on the floor, their faces bloody. He considers them dead, and moves on. Dean opens his eyes and rolls over, saying “What the hell was that?” “Halloween lore,” Sam replies. “People used to wear masks to hide from him. “So I gave it a shot.” “You gave it a shot?” Dean asks incredulously.

Samhain continues down the dark street, passing children with barely a glance.

“How’re we gonna find this mook?” Dean asks as the boys clean up their faces and head for the car. “Well where would you go to raise all the dark forces of the night?” Sam asks. “The cemetery,” Dean realizes. “Yeah,” Sam says, and the boys drive off.

“So this demon’s pretty powerful,” Sam says as they drive. “Yeah,” Dean says with a bit of a snort. “Might take more than the usual weapons,” Sam says carefully. Dean is confused a moment, then realizes. “Sam, no. You’re not using your psychic whatever.” “But…” Sam begins. “Don’t even think about it, Ruby’s knife is enough,” Dean goes on. “Why?” Sam asks. “Because the angel said so for one,” Dean says. “I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics,” Sam says. “Well they happen to be right on this one,” Dean says quickly. “I dunno Dean, doesn’t seem like they’re right about much,” Sam argues. “Well forget the angels, you said yourself, these powers – it’s like playing with fire.” Sam doesn’t reply. Dean picks up the knife and holds it out to Sam. “Please.” Sam takes it without speaking.

Mausoleum
The kids are partying, when Justin hears footsteps. “Shhh, be quiet, it’s the cops!” he says. Samhain walks up to the gate. “Mr. Harding?” Justin says, but Samhain doesn’t reply. He just closes the gates and locks them, so the kids can’t leave, then runs his hand over the gate and walks away. “Uh, Don, you locked us in,” Justin calls. Suddenly, the crypts all around them begin to rattle. One of them falls open, and arms reach out, grab Justin’s legs, and pull him inside. He screams, and blood splatters out of the crypt. Everyone screams and runs for the gates, shaking them frantically. Dean and Sam run down the steps, and Sam says, “Help them!” “Dude, you’re not going off alone!” Dean argues. “Do it!” Sam says, and runs off. Dean tells them to stand back, and shoots off the padlock, letting them out. Once everybody’s gone, Dean stands inside and watches as one of the crypts falls open, and a body slowly comes out from inside. “Bring it on, stinky,” Dean says, holding a silver spear at the ready.

Meanwhile, Sam heads down the hall, looking for Samhain. He finds him in front of a stained-glass window, and heads forward. Samhain turns and blasts white light at Sam, but Sam keeps coming. “Yeah. That demon ray-gun stuff? It doesn’t work on me.” Samhain runs at Sam, but Sam catches him with an uppercut, knocking him backwards. They begin to fight, but Samhain quickly gets the upperhand and begins to choke Sam.

Dean finishes up with another zombie, pinning it to the ground with a spear. He sees some feet stop beside him, and quickly jumps up, but the dead woman disappears, reappearing behind him, and then throws him against the wall, then disappears again. “Zombie ghost orgie, huh?” Dean says, recovering. “Well that’s it. I’m torching everybody.”

Samhain is still choking Sam, and Sam reaches for the knife and is about to stab the demon, catching him in the arm with it. Samhain watches as the knife sizzles his flesh, and then throws it aside. He turns back to Sam and throws him against a wall. Sam picks himself up, and as Samhain comes at him again, he holds up his hand. The demon is stopped in his tracks, but struggles, coming closer. Black smoke oozes out of the bullet holes in his chest, but it’s not gone yet. He keeps coming closer, fighting against an invisible barrier. Sam is struggling, shaking with the effort. More black smoke oozes out of the demon, but he is gaining ground. Behind Samhain, Dean runs up and watches in horror. Sam continues, putting a hand to his head in pain. Finally black smoke starts to come out of the demon’s mouth. Sam’s nose starts to bleed from the effort, but finally Samhain collapses, and the demon disappears into the ground. Sam pants for air, looking up at Dean, who is watching him with a crushed expression.

One Day After Halloween, Motel
Sam is packing clothes. “Tomorrow,” says a voice, making him jump, “November second. It’s an anniversary for you, right?” Uriel is sitting on the couch behind him. “What’re you doing here?” Sam asks. “It’s the day Azazel killed your mother,” Uriel goes on. “And twenty-two years later, your girlfriend, too. It’s must’ve been difficult to bear, yet you brazenly use the power he gave you. His profane blood pumping through your veins…” “Excuse me?” Sam says. “You were told not to use your abilities,” Uriel says. “What was I supposed to do?” Sam asks. “That demon would’ve killed me. And my brother. And everyone.” “You were TOLD not to,” Uriel repeats. “If Samhain had gotten loose in this town…” Sam begins. “You’ve been warned, twice now,” Uriel interrupts. “You know, my brother was right about you,” Sam says. “You are dicks.” There is a rush of air, and then Uriel is standing directly in front of Sam. “The only reason you’re still alive, Sam Winchester, is because you’ve been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth – one word – one, and I will turn you to dust.” He walks away a little. “And as for your brother, tell him maybe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell.” And then he’s gone.

Park
Dean is sitting, watching kids play on the jungle gym and slides, when Castiel appears next to him. “Let me guess,” Dean says. “You’re here for the I-told-you-so.” “No,” Castiel replies. “Well good, cause I’m really not that interested,” Dean says. “I am not here to judge you, Dean,” Castiel goes on. “Then why are you here?” Dean asks. “Our orders…” Castiel starts, “You know I’ve had about enough of these orders of yours,” Dean cuts in. “Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever you told us to,” Castiel says. “Your orders were to follow my orders?” Dean repeats. “It was a test. To see how you would perform under… battlefield conditions, you might say.” “It was a witch,” Dean says. “Not the Tet Offensive.” Castiel laughs a little. “So I failed your test, huh?” Dean guesses. “I get it. But you know what? If you’d have waved that magic, time-travel wand of yours, and we had to do it all over again, I’d make the same call. See I dunno what’s gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. But what I do know is that this, here, these kids, the swings, the trees – is still here because of my brother and me.” Castiel nods. “You misunderstand me, Dean. I’m not like you think, I was praying that you would choose to save the town.” “You were,” Dean says disbelievingly. Castiel nods. “These people, they’re all my father’s creations. They’re works of art. And yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken. And we are one step closer to Hell on Earth for all creation, and that’s not an expression, Dean. It’s literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means.” He watches Dean for a second, then says, “Can I tell you something, if you promise not to tell another soul?” “Okay,” Dean says, guarded. “I’m not a…hammer, as you say. I have questions, I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore – whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I don’t envy the weight that’s on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don’t.” They look at each other for a moment, and then Dean looks away, and when he looks back, Castiel is gone.

Featured Music

 * Nine Days - Just As Through With You

Continuity

 * Uriel is introduced, as is one of the angels' slurs for humans: "mud-monkey".

Pop-Culture References

 * Referencing the TV special "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown".
 * The aliases "Agent Geddy" and "Agent Lee" are a reference to Geddy Lee, who is the lead vocalist, bassist, and keyboardist for the Canadian rock band Rush.

Quotes
Dean: Zombie-ghost orgy, huh? Well, that's it. I'm torching everybody.