Post by Dean Winchester on May 30, 2015 17:54:02 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE SEVEN.
It was one day before Halloween. The boys stood in the Wallace's kitchen in their usual fed threads, interviewing the recently widowed Mrs. Wallace about her husband's demise. "Now how many razor blades did they find" Sam wanted to know while Dean edged his way around the kitchen, searching for something out of place. "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat" Mrs. Wallace replied in a shaky voice. "He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?!" Dean knelt in front of the oven, pulling down on the door a little and peering inside. The creak alerted Mrs. Wallace to what Dean was doing. "The candy was never in the oven" she announced somewhat sharply. Dean straightened up. "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace." "Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy" Sam asked to take the focus back off of Dean, who was continuing to scour the kitchen carefully. "No, I mean, I don’t think so" she whispered, shaking her head. "I just – I can’t believe it" she went on. "You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?" "More than you might imagine" Sam admitted as Dean's eyes widened slightly, noticing a small leather pouch tucked behind the refrigerator on the ground. Sighing grimly, he bent over to pick it up, holding the hex bag in the air from behind Mrs. Wallace's back, getting Sam's attention. Then, before Mrs. Wallace could turn and see it, he slipped it quickly and stealthily into one pocket while Sam asked, "Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" "Enemies" she repeated faintly, looking between the brothers. "Anyone who might have held a grudge against him" Dean clarified before Sam elaborated with, "Co-workers? Neighbors?" He hesitated and then added pointedly, "maybe a woman?" Mrs. Wallace caught on quickly, looking highly offended. "Are you suggesting an affair" she gasped. The boys exchanged a look. "Is it possible" Sam finally asked. "NO" she objected instantly, trembling. "No, Luke would nev–" "I’m very sorry" Sam interrupted sympathetically. "We just have to consider all possibilities." Mrs. Wallace glared at the both of them, even though it had been Sam to bring it up. "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?" She had a valid point. You know, if you didn't factor in the supernatural realm.
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Dean dropped Sam off at the motel to do some research before doing a little driving around town, doing research of his own by digging into Luke Wallace's life. He talked to friends, neighbors, and co-workers. He looked into his criminal record, which was non-existent, he even looked into his library use. Not a single overdue book. The man was spotless. Dean grabbed a few pieces of candy from the bucket on the passenger seat before entering the motel. Sam was sitting on the couch, flipping through a few different books, the contents of the hex bag laid out in front of him as well. He looked up in time to see Dean unwrapping one of the pieces of candy and cramming it into his mouth. He shook his head with a grin. "Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Dean shrugged, unbothered by this fact, and unwrapped a second piece. "It’s Halloween, man." Sam flipped another page in the top book. "Yeah, for us every day is Halloween" he pointed out. Dean shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before moving closer and eating the third and final piece of candy in his hand. "Don't be a downer" he argued with his mouth full, balancing on the arm of the couch. "Find anything interesting?"
Sam pushed the cloth of the hex bag along with its contents closer to Dean so he could see them. "Well, we’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure, but this isn’t your typical hex bag." He picked up some sort of dried curly flower type thing. "Goldthread, an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this..." He put down the plant and picked up the gold coin next. "...is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." Dean leaned forward to pick up the remaining small black object and sniff at it curiously. Sam gave him an odd look. "And um… that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." Dean dropped the bone like it had burnt him, wrinkling his nose. "Ugh." Sam picked the bone up from where Dean had dropped it and moved it back over to the cloth with the other two ingredients. "Relax man, it’s like, at least a hundred years old." "Oh, right, like that makes it better" Dean commented sarcastically, giving a little shudder. "Witches, man, they’re so friggin’ skeevy."
"Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together" Sam informed him, gesturing at it. "More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure." There was a brief pensive pause as they both considered this before Sam spoke again. "What about you? Find anything on the victim?" Dean rolled his eyes, shifting down from the arm of the couch to the chair next to it. "This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." He sighed heavily.
"I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."
It was one day before Halloween. The boys stood in the Wallace's kitchen in their usual fed threads, interviewing the recently widowed Mrs. Wallace about her husband's demise. "Now how many razor blades did they find" Sam wanted to know while Dean edged his way around the kitchen, searching for something out of place. "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat" Mrs. Wallace replied in a shaky voice. "He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?!" Dean knelt in front of the oven, pulling down on the door a little and peering inside. The creak alerted Mrs. Wallace to what Dean was doing. "The candy was never in the oven" she announced somewhat sharply. Dean straightened up. "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace." "Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy" Sam asked to take the focus back off of Dean, who was continuing to scour the kitchen carefully. "No, I mean, I don’t think so" she whispered, shaking her head. "I just – I can’t believe it" she went on. "You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?" "More than you might imagine" Sam admitted as Dean's eyes widened slightly, noticing a small leather pouch tucked behind the refrigerator on the ground. Sighing grimly, he bent over to pick it up, holding the hex bag in the air from behind Mrs. Wallace's back, getting Sam's attention. Then, before Mrs. Wallace could turn and see it, he slipped it quickly and stealthily into one pocket while Sam asked, "Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" "Enemies" she repeated faintly, looking between the brothers. "Anyone who might have held a grudge against him" Dean clarified before Sam elaborated with, "Co-workers? Neighbors?" He hesitated and then added pointedly, "maybe a woman?" Mrs. Wallace caught on quickly, looking highly offended. "Are you suggesting an affair" she gasped. The boys exchanged a look. "Is it possible" Sam finally asked. "NO" she objected instantly, trembling. "No, Luke would nev–" "I’m very sorry" Sam interrupted sympathetically. "We just have to consider all possibilities." Mrs. Wallace glared at the both of them, even though it had been Sam to bring it up. "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?" She had a valid point. You know, if you didn't factor in the supernatural realm.
~~~
Dean dropped Sam off at the motel to do some research before doing a little driving around town, doing research of his own by digging into Luke Wallace's life. He talked to friends, neighbors, and co-workers. He looked into his criminal record, which was non-existent, he even looked into his library use. Not a single overdue book. The man was spotless. Dean grabbed a few pieces of candy from the bucket on the passenger seat before entering the motel. Sam was sitting on the couch, flipping through a few different books, the contents of the hex bag laid out in front of him as well. He looked up in time to see Dean unwrapping one of the pieces of candy and cramming it into his mouth. He shook his head with a grin. "Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Dean shrugged, unbothered by this fact, and unwrapped a second piece. "It’s Halloween, man." Sam flipped another page in the top book. "Yeah, for us every day is Halloween" he pointed out. Dean shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before moving closer and eating the third and final piece of candy in his hand. "Don't be a downer" he argued with his mouth full, balancing on the arm of the couch. "Find anything interesting?"
Sam pushed the cloth of the hex bag along with its contents closer to Dean so he could see them. "Well, we’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure, but this isn’t your typical hex bag." He picked up some sort of dried curly flower type thing. "Goldthread, an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this..." He put down the plant and picked up the gold coin next. "...is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." Dean leaned forward to pick up the remaining small black object and sniff at it curiously. Sam gave him an odd look. "And um… that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." Dean dropped the bone like it had burnt him, wrinkling his nose. "Ugh." Sam picked the bone up from where Dean had dropped it and moved it back over to the cloth with the other two ingredients. "Relax man, it’s like, at least a hundred years old." "Oh, right, like that makes it better" Dean commented sarcastically, giving a little shudder. "Witches, man, they’re so friggin’ skeevy."
"Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together" Sam informed him, gesturing at it. "More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure." There was a brief pensive pause as they both considered this before Sam spoke again. "What about you? Find anything on the victim?" Dean rolled his eyes, shifting down from the arm of the couch to the chair next to it. "This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." He sighed heavily.
"I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."
