AN: Not a very original name, but I like the fic :) Have a Happy Halloween :D


Sam stared forlornly out the window at the ghosts, witches, and ghouls parading up and down the street. "Dean, how come I can't trick 'r treat?"

Dean glanced at his eight-year-old brother. "Dad said no."

Sam pouted. "But Dad's not here. Can't you take me?

He couldn't say no to those puppy eyes, and what Dad didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? "Fine," he conceded.

Ten minutes later Sam was standing at the door, dressed as a makeshift ghost, a pillowcase clutched in his hand.

"You're the best brother ever!" Sam exclaimed.

"You know it," Dean replied with a smile.