Got this idea after watching the new Halloween remake and it was too good to pass up. Right in time for Hallweeon, too ;)

Title: Trick Or Treat

Summary: It's Dean's final Halloween, and all he wants is some candy. Unfortunately, he, Sam, Jo, and Ellen are in for a box office smash of a night when some uninvited guests crash their party. Uber!Crossover.

Shows/ Movies: Supernatural, Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare on Elm Street

Rating: T for violence, language, and sexual content

Warnings: I'll warn you that, while I don't write Wincest- and this definitely isn't it- some things are implied. Not Sam and Dean, but close enough to give you goosebumps. Readers beware…

A/N: My knowledge of these characters is slightly limited. Like, Wikipedia, 'Freddy vs. Jason,' and Rob Zombie's 'Halloween' limited. If I mess something up, my bad… but this was begging to be written.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or their respective shows or movies. The people who actually own them do. I could never possibly do them justice.

Trick Or Treat

Bobby Singer was roused from a light slumber by the sound of one of the salvage yard dogs barking. Regretting ever getting the damned, noisy things, he slid out of his chair and headed to the door. He threw it open and stuck his head out, looking toward the yard and bellowing for the mutt to shut up. He never heard the heavy breathing of the intruder, never saw the glint of the machete, never felt his spinal cord sever as the tall man with the goalie mask sliced his head off.

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"Ok, Sammy," Dean Winchester said, his voice indicating to his younger brother that he was up to something, "which one should I get?"

Sam ignored his brother, choosing instead to look into the basket of food and supplies they'd gathered while at the local Wal-Mart. Only when Dean started whining, did his little brother turn. "What?"

"Which one?" Dean asked, grinning wide, his hands behind his back. "Jason?" He pulled a foam goalie mask from behind his back. "Michael?" The next to appear was a white mask with a shock of dirty red hair. "Or Freddy?" Next came the scarred, deformed, rubber mask with a set of plastic steak knives and a glove attached. "Huh? Which one?"

"Which one what?"

"Which one should I go as this year?"

"For what?"

"Dude," Dean gasped, "do you even know what today is?"

Sam glanced around the store at the orange and black paper decorations. "No idea."

"Very funny."

"You know I hate Halloween."

"You do, but I don't. Besides, it's my last one. I want to go out with a bang. I want candy!"

"This is not gonna be your last Halloween, all right? Besides, you're too old for trick-or-treating."

"Am not."

"Are, too."

"Am not."

"Are… Dean, just act your freakin' age," Sam moaned, already tired of the bickering. "We've already got plans for tonight, anyway."

"What?" Dean asked, only half paying attention to Sam. Most of his focus was on the masks he'd found.

"Yeah," the younger man nodded, "with all those demons out running around, we're gonna have to be vigilant tonight."

"We're going hunting?" Dean whined, the pitch of his voice surprising his brother. He'd never thought hunting would be something Dean would whine about, let alone in such a high falsetto.

"No, but we'll be ready in case there's trouble. Ellen's gathering a few people over at her place. I told her we'd be there."

"You wanna have a sleep-over at Ellen's house? Wait… Ellen has a house?"

"You didn't think she lived in the bar, did you?"

"Well…"

"Don't answer that. Just get whatever you want and let's go. Don't want to be late."

Shrugging, Dean tossed all three of the masks into the basket and started walking toward the checkout counter. He never saw Sam roll his eyes, take them all out, and lay them on an empty shelf before following.

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"So, we're just gonna wait for something to happen?" Dean asked as he sped toward the Nebraska state line, not exactly happy about their plans for the night.

"Maybe if you ask nice, Ellen will take you trick or treating," Sam reasoned, unable to keep the smile off his face, "just make sure she holds your hand when you cross the street."

"I can go by myself," Dean muttered, "or I could have, if someone hadn't gotten rid of my costume."

"That wasn't one costume, Dean. That was three. It's overkill."

"At least tell me we're gonna do something fun there," Dean said, choosing to ignore his brother's comment, "like watching old monster movies. Or new ones. That 'Halloween' remake just came out on DVD, didn't it?"

"You really have a one-track mind today, don't you?"

Dean shrugged. "What can I say? It's Halloween."

I know what you're thinking... "Oh, no, she didn't!" Oh, yes... I did. Reviews are always appreciated, especially near Halloween. Trick or treat, right?