Six-year old Sam sniffled as he curled up into the lumpy, motel couch. It was Halloween. He should be out trick-or-treating, because as long as there wasn't anything to hunt, Dad let Sam trick-or-treat, and last year he'd even let the then nine-year old Dean take Sam out alone for a little bit around the block. Dean was too old for trick-or-treating, supposedly, but he always helped Sam by stealing a costume of some kind. [To which John turned a fatherly blind eye].

Now though, he was sick, really sick, and even though he'd begged and pleaded, John had made it very clear that Dean wasn't allowed to let Sam out of the motel at all. And then stupid Dean, now ten years old, had gone and left about an hour ago [after forcing Sam to take that icky syrup medicine], and Sam was miserable.

The boy sniffed again as tears filled his eyes. He didn't want to be stuck inside, and he didn't want to be alone. He wanted his Dad and his big brother, and he wanted to get to trick-or-treat too...

"Hey, you big baby, why are you cryin'?"

Sam jumped as he heard Dean's voice, and the sniffling, stuffy-nosed, red-eyed, and slightly-wheezy boy all but tackled Dean as he latched on to his big brother's waist and gripped him tightly. "Dean! You didn't go without me!"

"Huh?"

"Tricker-treating!" Sam nearly wailed, like it was the most important and obvious thing, and then he started to cough and it wasn't until Dean pried the boy off that he realized something. "Huh...Batman?"

Dean had a Batman eyemask on, a cape, and a Batman shirt with a fake belt design to boot.

Dean gave Sam a cocky look. "Yeah? So? Here." he shoved something over Sam's head and the boy was awestruck when he realized that it was a Superman shirt, with the cape included. Dean then held out a little pumpkin basket, filled with some candy, a couple of ding dongs, and a Superman logo wristband. Dean had probably stolen...all of it, but Sam didn't really think of that. As it was, the little boy was thrilled.

Dean saw the boy staring at the items like they were priceless treasures, and he had to smile when the boy looked up at him with wide, puffy eyes before Sam's lips formed a pout and he hesitated. "You said tricker-treat was for babies..."

"Yeah, well...it's still cool to wear costumes with your little brother...and stuff." Dean explained, and Sam's expression brightened before he coughed again and Dean's humor faded to concern. "Alright, kiddo, get up here." he helped heft Sam onto the couch where he promptly bundled him with a blanket and set him up with his little candy-filled pumpkin basket. "Gimme a sec, Superman." Dean said, and he headed off and around the little corner that separated the very small kitchen.

Sam barely noticed much else, content as he was to thrust his little wristband on and admire his shirt, all thoughts of being alone quite forgotten.

When Dean reemerged, it was with two plastic cups full of hot chocolate and little ghost-shaped marshmallows. Dean flicked on the T.V. which was playing some Addams Family reruns as he settled in beside a sniffling Sam. "Here." Dean set his cup on his lap in between his legs, and passed Sam his own cup. "Blow first though." Dean held up a tissue and Sam scrunched his nose before he obediently gave it a hard blow and then happily began slurping some of his hot chocolate. Dean didn't make it a lot, but when he did, he made it just right and it wasn't ever too hot. Dean was awesome like that.

"Sorry we didn't get to go out this year, buddy...but we'll go next time, I promise."

Sam gave a noisy sniff before the bundled up boy squirmed his way into Dean's side, where he nestled partially under Dean's arm and against his chest as he took another slurp of his hot chocolate. He tilted his head up to beam at Dean with a hot chocolate mustache, and a little marshmallow stuck to the side of his mouth. "S'okay, Dean...this is better than tricker-treating...right?" Sam suddenly looked anxious, like he was worried that a big boy like Dean would want to do something else.

Dean smiled softly at his baby brother as he slid a scrawny arm around the little boy snuggled up against him and held him comfortably close. He pressed a brotherly kiss to the boy's head. "Yeah, Sammy, it's way better. Love ya, kiddo. Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween, Dee. Love you too." Sam chimed happily as he nuzzled into his brother and shortly after fell into a stuffed-up, but warm sleep, with his big brother sleeping with him.

Sam reflected the next day, with Dean in agreement, that it was their best Halloween yet. They may not have gotten to trick-or-treat, but they'd spent it together, and that was all that the Winchester brothers needed.

Just being together.

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This was a flashback I wrote for another story of mine, but I thought it was cute/fluff enough to post on it's own. This is probably the closest I'll ever come to a drabble because I can't write short things worth a penny. XD Took a few liberties, not sure if they would have been at Pastor Jim's/somewhere or not, but I needed them alone at this point, and we hope that John wouldn't be a total stick-in-the-mud about Halloween. XD Feel free to leave verbal hugs! And tell me about your Halloween costumes/fun plans? I enjoy hearing such things. [Or just leave the hugs, because I enjoy those too XD] Happy Halloween, m'dears! Love, Witchy!~