Dean stared out over the lake; the still water was a giant mirror, reflecting the pale blue of the early morning sky, the frame a network of red and orange leaves. Autumn was here again, beautiful as always, crisp and clean and begging him to spend time outside. Sam always teased him about his fascination with the time of year, but Dean knew that he loved it just as much. Halloween had always been a favorite holiday for both of them, perhaps because it was so close to every other day, but at the same time very different.
Their monsters, real monsters, never seemed to come out on that day when the veil was thinnest. They last showdown they has on Halloween was with a witch, and ultimately with Samhain, but that didn't change the way they treated the holiday. Dean always made sure to buy a big bag of candy for the trick-or-treaters, he ordered pumpkin pie instead of apple, and candy corn became a staple for the whole month of October.
Dean shoved off of the hood and into a standing position, and climbed inside the Impala. Perhaps, he reflected, it was because autumn had so much in common with them. Most of all, autumn was a time of endings, the season of goodbyes. And if there was anything the Winchesters had perfected, it was parting words.