Halloween. A holiday that none of the three could really appreciate anymore. Castiel, Sam Winchester, and Dean Winchester, that is. After taking a break needed because of Castiel's…current state, as a human being, they stayed at a motel for the night. They had forgotten about the absurd holiday until after they had gotten comfortable in their room, Castiel agreeing to share a bed with Dean, much to Dean's detest.
There was a ringing at the door, and as Dean got up to answer it, he saw two small children awaiting him with smiling faces and excitement in their eyes. "Trick or treat!" They shouted at the same time, but Dean's attention was directed elsewhere. "Oh, friggen' sweet, free candy!" He exclaimed, casually taking the two buckets nearly filled with the treat and slamming the door in their faces. Sam, looking up from his book with a cup of coffee in his hands, immediately panicked and stood up, flinging his book and coffee across the room. Jesus Christ, not again. "Dean, what in the hell are you doing?!" He shouted, taking the buckets away from this child-ruining man and flinging the door open. Cas, of course, was busy in the bathroom, marveling at the liquid soap next to the sink. What a guy. Sam threw in a few dollars into each bucket and handed them to the almost crying children, apologizing at least a hundred times before closing the door.
An hour passed by, and there was a timid knock at the door. This time, Dean was asleep, so Castiel found it his obligation to answer the door, angel blade at the ready. He was shocked to find a child, dressed as a witch, at the door with candy bucket extended out to him. "Trick or treat!" She sang, a bright smile on her face. His head tilted, but he decided not to go to Sam for information on if he should kill her or not- he was currently getting some ice from a machine in the hallway- but, she was a witch, right? It confused him immensely. "What is this 'trick or treat' you speak of? Are you planning to trick us, or steal our appliances? What was it that witches were after again?" He contemplated, his face serious. She blinked a few times, oblivious to this. "Trick or treat, mister." She repeated, it being the only thing her parents taught her to say on this night whenever she went up to a door- a 'thank you' following shortly after receiving her candy, of course. He glanced down at the bucket in her hands. "Well, I...uh...I greatly appreciate your gift, I suppose. I have witnessed Dean consume these...er...'treats' you carry with you. Thank you." He said bluntly, jerking the bucket from her hands and slamming the door in her face without a second thought.
Walking over to Dean, he placed the bucket on his head as a form of offering. Sam, opening the door, noticed the bucket and dropped the ice he had been carrying, rushing over to take it. "Oh you have /got/ to be kidding me, dammit Cas!" He glared over at Castiel accusingly, who was standing with an air of absolute innocence. An angel without his halo. "I don't understand. Why are you angry? I merely received an offering from a witch, with no consequences that I could see in doing so." Sam let a long, irritated sigh slip past his lips as he sank onto his bed. It would be a long night.