Halloween Heroes
A short Halloween oneshot about a ten-year-old Sam dressing up as his favourite superhero.
Enjoy!
"But you aren't even going as something scary!" Dean moaned again, slipping his arms into his favourite Metallica t-shirt and checking his hair in the mirror. "Doesn't that defeat the point of dressing up for halloween?"
"Everyday is halloween for us," Sam called from the motel's bathroom. "So instead, I'm dressing up as my favourite superhero," he said proudly.
"Well, you're going to look like a total loner, going trick or treating on your own."
"Dean! You promised! You promised you'd come with me!" the younger Winchester protested.
Rolling his eyes, the older Winchester rummaged through his bag, still packed from when they first arrived at the motel three days ago. Their dad had left them while he hunted a nest of vampires a couple of towns over. "You've known me ten whole years, Sammy. You should know not to trust my promises."
Still inside the bathroom, Sam replied, "Where are you going that's worth breaking your promise?"
"The motel owner's daughter invited me to a party over on fourth."
"And?"
"And she's hot! I'd much rather spend my night with her than wandering around town with my baby brother, getting crappy candy from folks who are fed up of being pestered by small children." Frustrated that he couldn't find what he was looking for, Dean threw his possessions back in the bag and asked his brother, "Have you seen my red plaid shirt?"
"Just give me five minutes," Sam pleaded, eluding the question.
Dean sighed and instead shrugged into his jacket, forsaking a third layer. "You've got until Hayley arrives, then I'm out of here."
Almost like a prophet, Dean's words seemed to summon a knock at the door.
"Hiya," Hayley flirted, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at Dean as he answered.
Undressing her with his eyes, Dean grinned, running his tongue over his teeth. "Happy Halloween," he greeted, presenting her with a lollypop.
Laughing, she took his from him, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Dean curled his arm around her shoulder and pulled her body closer to his. "Bye Sammy! I've left the keys to the room on my bed," he yelled to his brother.
"Dean! Wait! Please!" His younger brother cried.
"Don't forget to save me some sweets," Dean called, ignoring Sam.
The room's door swung shut with a loud thump.
It was just seconds later that the bathroom door opened and ten-year-old Sam emerged, dressed in his halloween costume.
His long, usually floppy hair was sticky from the amount of gel he had tried to put in, attempting to spike it up a little. Along with the black boots that were a few sizes too big, Sam wore baggy jeans, held low on his hips by a large belt. Around his neck, a make-shift golden necklace hung, bouncing against his ACDC t-shirt as he walked.
On top, he wore Dean's red plaid shirt.
"I said I was dressing as a superhero," he murmured to the empty room. "I'm dressed as you, Dean."
At heart, however, Sam knew that he would never be Dean.
Dean never cried.