AN: A gift for my lovely friend Nina! I'll post chapters on an almost daily basis. Also, I own nothing.
Dean is pretty damn proud of himself for thinking of it. Granted, it's no life-altering epiphany and it doesn't actually solve any of their problems, but he still thinks it's a good plan.
They're going to celebrate Halloween. Nothing fancy, of course, but it'll be a little something to raise their spirit. He'll call up Charlie and see if she's in the area. She always knows how to brighten things up, and he'd bet that Halloween is her favorite holiday. It'll be good. They could all use a reason to laugh.
Especially Cas. Being human is unpleasant and complicated enough when you're born as one. Dropping into it after existing as something else for a few thousand years, well Dean doesn't even care to imagine that. So he's going to remind them all how to loosen up a bit. It's been too long since he's seen Cas or Sam smile.
"Is that a pumpkin?" Sam asked in disbelief as Dean entered the kitchen, plastic bag in one hand, pumpkin stem in the other.
"No, Sammy, it's a giant orange grape that just happens to look a lot like a pumpkin." Dean snarks back as he sets it on the counter.
This earns him a glare, but he grins against it, glad to see Sam is feeling well enough to be antagonized like this.
Dean unloads the plastic bag, humming Kansas under his breath and waiting for the inevitable. Finally Sam lets out a huff and concedes, asking "Why did you get a pumpkin, Dean?"
"What else do ya make a jack-o-lantern with?" Dean counters with a grin. Sam's eyebrows furrow and he searches Dean's face for a moment, before realizing he's serious.
"We don't celebrate Halloween, Dean. We never have!" Sam protests, looking miffed and confused.
Dean doesn't blame him, after all they pretty much live Halloween every damn day,well the dark side of it anyway. All the candy, glittery costumes and inflatable skeletons kind of make a mockery of their job and it eats at most hunters.
"We've also never had an ex-angel living with us." Dean counters, opening the fridge, then adds "And we have to, Sam. When we were kids, we used to do stuff."
"So this is about Cas, then?" Sam inquires, an odd expression on his face. Dean glances away, using the excuse of putting produce in its bin, suddenly feeling like Sam is pulling his own version of the angel-soul-searching trick.
"It's about all of us, Sam. It's about having some fun, because we deserve it every once in a while." he growls, shutting the fridge door a bit harder than necessary.
Sam considers for a moment before nodding. "Okay, man. Sure. Let's do it."
Sam's wearing a small unreadable smile that rakes at Dean's nerves and he grumbles. "Glad I have your approval, princess."