So I know I should be typing up the next chapter to D.W.F.T.A. but I saw this idea and I just couldn't resist writing it up.
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Once again Dean's least favorite holiday had come to stare him in the face, Halloween. The motel they were in had decorated for the occasion and the only thing on T.V. were cheesy movies with skeletons and shit. All the kids in the area that he had seen were smiling and acting as if they had already hit a sugar rush, 'course he would be too, if it didn't feel like his whole life was big year round Halloween. He would have been perfectly content locking the door shut and sitting in the dark all night, but Sam had asked him if they could go out and no matter how he tried he could not tell the kid no, even with his dad's rule of never leaving the room looming over his head. So that's how he had wound up looking at maps of the area for a good neighborhood to take Sam trick-or-treating in. Lost in the map he didn't hear the bathroom door open or hear Sam tentative steps out into the room.
"Dean," Sam said, his young voice still high. Dean was about to raise his head when Sam continued, "no, don't look up yet!" He instructed, moving away from his brother. "I don't want you to see it just yet."
Dean rolled his eyes but kept his eyes glued to the map as instructed, waiting till Sammy said it was okay. Sam moved quickly, grabbing one of the pairs of shoes by the door and pulling them on, all the while glancing over to make sure Dean wasn't looking. Finally satisfied with his appearance he practically ran to the center of the room.
"Okay you can look now!" He said excitedly.
Dean turned his eyes from the street name he had been staring at and looked Sam over.
His heart nearly stopped in his chest. Sammy, his little Sammy, looked like a small brown haired version of himself in clothes a couple sizes to big. The shirt and coat sleeves were bunched up around his hands and the pants were rolled around a pair of Dean's boots, it was the cutest thing Dean had seen in his life.
"So you're going as me?" Dean asked gruffly, trying to hide the pleased tone in his voice, "is it because I'm scary?"
"No!" Sam said, blushing slightly, "it's cause you're my favorite superhero."
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