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Prompt: Emma trying to get Dean into the Halloween spirit.

Dean has never really been a holiday type of guy. Most holidays were those family orientated kinda deals, and definitely wasn't into that. Even with Roman and Seth in his life now, they had their own 'real' families to celebrate with. And no matter how many times they invited him to their family affairs, he wouldn't do it. Like he really wanted to be a third wheel at someone's family fucking dinner. What the hell does a single man need to be doing celebrating anything alone? He wasn't some kind of freak… well, not in that way, at least.

He was a lone wolf, and he always was.

That was until Emma Dashwood waltzed into his life and they embarked on an actual relationship. That's when everything in his life completely changed.

Emma's general happiness and bubbly personality definitely contrasted with his darker and more violent nature in the beginning of their relationship and there were so many times that Dean thought it was going to end, but going on a year (which was a shocker in itself because he's never made it beyond a few months in a relationship), they've definitely become more comfortable each other. Yes, some compromises were made, but Dean found that's part of a successful relationship. And he'd do anything to keep Emma at his side. Amazingly enough, Emma would do the same to keep him at hers.

But Dean quickly found out that Emma was definitely one of those people who were into the holiday spirit crap the moment October 1st hit.

Due to their conflicting schedules of the week, Emma had returned a day before him to the apartment he had asked her to move into with him a month ago. The only thing he wanted to do as he walked up the steps to his apartment was throw himself onto the bed and make out with his girlfriend for about an hour before eventually passing out from exhaustion. It's been an annoyingly long and rough week for him.

The moment he stepped foot in his apartment, however, he stopped dead in his tracks. He felt like he just walked into Tim Burton's weird fantasyland.

The entire apartment was covered in Halloween decorations! It was like a freaking explosion of Dollar Store Halloween crap. Plastic skeletons hung on the walls, fake jack o' lanterns smile creepily at him, little black cat figurines watched him with yellow eyes, paper cutouts of ghosts and bats hung from the ceiling. There were even stupid Halloween songs playing!

"What the fuck?" He muttered, dropping his duffel bag to the floor.

Hearing a noise, Emma popped her head out the door of their bedroom to check out where it came from. A bright smile spread across her face when she saw her boyfriend, not noticing his state of confusion. "Dean!" She ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing a searing kiss to his lips.

With that, Dean completely forgot what he was so confused about. His beautiful girlfriend was kissing him right now, was anything else supposed to matter? When she pulled back, her smile was unfaltering and her eyes shone with the pure joy of being near him. That still surprised him to no end—that anyone could this happy to be anywhere near him.

"I've missed you." She whispered to him huskily, and he almost groaned in response. She could really get him going when she talked to him in that voice.

"We haven't seen each other in, like, a day, darlin'." He smirked down at her. "You already thirsting for me?"

She giggled and shook her head, "I know it's only been a day, doofus, but even while we were on the road we've both been so busy we've barely had a moment together, and you know how much I crave your kisses." She told him with a perfect little pout.

"Well, who the hell am I to deny your cravings?" Dean leaned in to kiss her again, but then something happened to remind him of the craziness happening in their apartment. The CD transitioned into the ever-irritating 'Monster Mash' song, and he pulled back causing Emma to give him a confused stare. "Uh… so, you decorated."

He was nearly blinded by her beaming smile. She looked rather proud of herself. "Yes, I did! I took me forever to get everything just right. You'd be surprised with how difficult it is to cut out the perfect paper ghost. Do you like it?" She asked, eyes large with excitement and hope.

"Uh…"

"By the way, did you know that you had no decorations? I had to go to the store and buy some. I made some of the stuff because do you have any idea how expensive decorations are? There was no way I was spending thirty dollars on simple ceiling decorations." Emma rambled on and in the back of his mind; Dean thought she was pretty damn cure when she complained about unfair prices.

But he needed to pay attention to the problem at hand. "Uh…" he mumbled again, blinking once and wondering how he should explain this to her. "Well, there's a reason I didn't have any decorations." He began, and she tilted her head to the side with a questioning in her eyes. "That's cause I never really celebrated it."

He really hoped Emma wouldn't turn out to be one of those people who were so in love with Halloween that she'd start screaming her head off at him or try and sacrifice his soul or some shit. Of course, she wasn't like that, though. Instead her brows scrunched together in confusion and the realization widened her eyes.

"Oh… Oh, I should've asked you first, right?" She questioned, suddenly looking guilty and it caused a knot to tightly twist in Dean's stomach. "I'm sorry, Dean. I should've asked you first."

Nope. That doesn't settle well with him. "Sorry? You don't have to apologize, Blondie. This is your apartment now, too. You don't have to ask my permission on anything. Do whatever you want." He told her firmly. This was their home now. She shouldn't have to feel like she has to ask him make any changes.

"So… you don't want me to take them down?" She asked him in a soft tone, a small smile returning to her lips.

He shook his head. "Nah. You don't have to take them down. I mean, you may have gone a little overboard for an apartment that we're barely in the begin with, but I really don't mind 'em, darlin'."

The smile was back on her face full force now and he was grateful for it. He never wanted her frowning because of him. He may be the scum of the earth, but when it came to Emma, he'd be her cliché knight in shining armor.

"I did go a tad excessive with them, didn't I?" She laughed, looking around the apartment and at her handy work.

"Just a little. Almost didn't recognize the place." He joked, and Emma smiled burying her face into his shoulder, a little embarrassed with herself.

"Sorry. I just… we don't really celebrate Halloween in Australia. At least, not like here in America. So, when I was in NXT and lived in Florida, I got really excited about all the decorations and costumes. It's all a bunch of fun!" She said into his jacket before lifting her head again and giving him a sheepish smile.

Dean smiled back. He could see it in Emma's eyes how much she enjoyed this stuff. Celebrating, decorating, and dressing up. This made her happy and all he wanted was for Emma to be happy—with him, especially. It quickly dawned on him that he now had a reason to get into these things (not that he was ever looking for one). He has Emma now. They're sharing a home now and they're in lov—he didn't allow himself to finish that train of thought. Even in the confines of his own mind, it was hard for him to admit that he loved anyone. But now he has a legitimate reason to celebrate these familyish holidays and it's because of Emma. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was still getting used to all the changes of being in a serious relationship.

"Well, it ain't bad." He finally spoke. "You could be like a professionally decorator or something, Blondie."

Emma made a face at him and shook her head. "No. Oh no. I just get overly excited. I can only do wrestling professionally."

Dean just nodded. He knew the feeling. He couldn't see himself doing anything besides wrestling. Emma was the same way. Wrestling was their life. And not being able to avoid sounding cliché, they found each other because of their passion for wrestling. Though Emma didn't suffer a past like him, wrestling saved both of their lives.

Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when Emma ran her fingers through his fluff of curls. She was looking at him thoughtfully. "So, you've never celebrated Halloween? Even as a child?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I was busy doing… other things." Like trying to survive.

An awkward silence filled the air around them. Dean hasn't really opened up to Emma about his past. He didn't know if he ever would. There was very little he even told Roman and Seth about it. He was never fully open with anyone, and he hoped that side of him wouldn't damage their relationship.

Sensing a need for a subject change, Emma quickly did so. "Well, maybe I can get you into the holiday spirit?" She suggested, her look turning sly.

He raised a brow at that. "Oh yeah? How do ya plan on doing that, Blondie?"

"Wellll, it's all about the treats, right? I could 'treat' you by modeling some costumes." She wiggled her eyebrows after her suggestion.

Dean just imagined what kind of costumes she'd model for him and he already felt himself get excited. But knowing Emma and her goofball antics, he figured most of the costumes wouldn't be exactly be 'sexy' material. "I get the feeling you'd throw some tricks in there for your own sick pleasure, doll."

She grinned and shrugged in a innocent yet adorable manner. "You know me so well."

"Yeah, I do." Without warning, Dean threw Emma over his shoulder and she yelped in surprise.

"What are you doing!"

"Getting into the holiday spirit, Blondie." He replied as he headed towards the bedroom. "I'm gonna be one of those vampires that ravishes you or some shit."

"I think a vampire would be more interested in eating me."

"That's what I'm plannin' on doing." He growled, kicking the door to their bedroom open and throwing Emma onto the bed.

Emma giggled uncontrollably when he slammed the door behind him and then squeaked as Dean dove onto them bed on top of her and began attacking her neck with kisses. He made growling sounds and said how he was going to 'suck her blood' in a painfully terrible Transylvanian accent.

Oh, this was going to be a good Halloween, indeed!


Okay, so I'm not sure if this is exactly what the requester wanted, but this is what came to me! I hope that you enjoy it. Also, I didn't read over this so there are probably a bunch of grammatical errors, but maybe I'll fix them later. I just really wanted to get this posted because it was two days later than I promised.

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