And yet, Luna shrieks when the rubber wings of a toy back brush over her hair. Even if she has no idea what a chainsaw is used for, she draws a little closer to Dean when one sounds directly behind them.
Through it all, Dean is sturdy. Even in the darkness when she can barely even see her hands in front of her face, Luna notices that Dean is nothing but calm.
"Can't I use Lumos?" the girl whispers, gripping Dean's hand as chains rattle loud enough to rival the Bloody Baron.
Dean chuckles. "That's cheating, Luna. Muggles don't use magic."
She frowns but says nothing. Luna is trying to be brave for him. After all, she's seen and done things that would give most people nightmares for years to come. Why should something as silly as theatrics scare her?
Without warning, a cold hand grazes the back of her neck, and Luna loses it. She releases Dean's hand and rubs, stumbling and banging blindly into props, ignoring Dean as he calls out to her.
OoOoO
Luna's waiting outside, her pale face flushed in the moonlight. A group of Muggles waiting for their turn in the house watch her. Some stare with amusement and superiority while others are clearly sympathetic.
Dean finds her and pulls her close. Her blush deepens. Only recently has she adjusted to the fact that people care for her. It's still a strange feeling, not being so alone. "Are we done pretending to be Muggles now?"
The boy grins and leans down, brushing his lips against hers. "If you want."
There's that same, familiar sturdiness again. Luna smiles as she wraps her arms around Dean.
"But, you know, there's still a haunted graveyard your," Dean suggests.
Luna eyes him warily. "Or nargle hunting. They're quite fond of Halloween."
He makes a face and stretches his arms with a clearly fake yawn. "On second thought, I'm tired. Monster movie marathon til we pass out on my mum's couch?"
Luna considers for a moment. Slowly, she nods, slipping her hand into his. "Deal."