Two days before Halloween, Mrs. Wallace returns home from the store with candy for the trick-or-treaters. Her husband Luke is feeding their baby. She puts the candy away, telling him to stay away from it while she takes the baby upstairs. As soon as she's gone, he gets into the candy and eats one piece. He winces in pain and discovers there's a razor blade in his mouth. He takes it out but then collapses to the ground, spitting out another razor blade and choking blood. Mrs. Wallace returns a few seconds later to find him dead on the floor...Read the full recap
(Dean comes in eating Halloween candy)
Sam: Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?
Dean: It's Halloween, man.
Sam: Yeah. For us, every day is Halloween.
Dean: Don't be a downer.
Dean: Witches, man. They're so freaking skeevy.
Sam: What about you? Find anything on the victim?
Dean: This Luke Wallace--he was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.
Dean: I'm telling you, both of these vics are squeaky-clean. There was no reason for wicked-bitch payback.
Sam: Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own.
Dean: Raising what, exactly?
Sam: Dark, evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like a friggin' Pied Piper.
Dean: So we're talking ghosts.
Dean: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.
Dean: 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? I would. Mmm.
Sam: We’ll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won’t be broken and no one has to die.
Uriel: We’re wasting time with these mud monkeys.
Dean: 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.
Dean: Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?
Castiel: The decision's been made.
Uriel: By a mud monkey.
Castiel: You shouldn't call them that.
Uriel: Oh, that's what they are... savages. Just plumbing on two legs.
Castiel: You're close to blasphemy.
(facing a zombie)
Dean: Bring it on, stinky!