Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Halloween
Word Count: 514
Pairings: 1/1
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: None
Summary: Sam and Dean go out trick-or-treating. Kid!Sam and kid!Dean.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
AN: Happy Halloween everyone, I know this is early.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Halloween
Some parents wondered, as two young boys walked up to their door that Halloween night, just who these children were. There costumes were obviously homemade and they were using pillow covers for trick-or-treat bags. Were they homeless? They certainly didn't go to school with their children. But still, when the two young boys knocked on the door and proclaimed "Trick-or-treat!" with bright, toothy smiles, they placed candy into the pillow cases and watched as the boys grinned and ran off to the next house.
Sam was dressed as a ghost. Obviously not a real ghost, as actual apparitions wouldn't be caught dead wearing a motel room sheet over their heads, but it worked for little Sammy. Dean had placed the sheet over his brother and carefully cut out eye holes so Sammy could see. Dean was dressed as a pirate. Kind of. The only thing that marked him as such was the bandana his father had given him that he tied around his head in a makeshift eye patch.
John hadn't been thrilled about letting the boys go trick-or-treating, but since the ghost John had been tracking had been put down, there wasn't much left to worry about, so he'd reluctantly agreed. He did, however, make Dean promise to keep an eye on Sam and not go more than a few blocks from the motel, and they had to be back by eight that night. Dean had promised with a wide grin and hurried to make slap dash costumes for himself and his brother.
Dean led Sam from house to house, hand in hand. After a while, Dean noticed Sam was getting tired and turned them back to the motel.
"I got a lotta candy." Sam said happily, peeking into his pillowcase.
"Yeah, me too dummy, I went to all the same houses."
"I bet I got more."
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh."
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh."
Dean pouted a little and walked Sammy faster back to the motel. Once there, he opened the door and hurried Sam inside, locking the door behind them. "We're back." Dean said, helping Sammy take off the sheet covering him.
John looked up from the gun he was cleaning, "Good, you can help me get everything packed up. We're leaving in the morning."
"But-"
"No buts, Dean, now."
"…yes, sir." Dean mumbled, putting down his bag of candy to start pulling papers off the walls, placing them in his father's journal carefully.
Sam sat down on his bed, watching his brother with a frown. He didn't understand why Dean listened to Dad all the time, sometimes Dad wasn't right. He felt bad for his big brother, so he pulled some candy from his bag and discreetly placed it in his brother's bag. Sometimes, Dean deserved more.
End