Castiel tugged at the feathery black wings on his back, frowning slightly as the costume piece tilted sideways under his fingertips.

"Dean, I am not sure about this. Shouldn't angel wings be white?" he asked, voice laced with confusion. Dean shooshed him with a gentle bonk to the head.

"Don't be racist. This way we match," he gestured to his own outfit, which was almost fully black save for the red collared shirt. According to Dean, it gave the impression of blood (and was also the only clean shirt he had in his wardrobe). Castiel, on the other hand, had been forced into a suit he hadn't worn since his last job interview, along with a trench coat. That had been confusing enough, but the black wings had made Castiel wonder if Dean even knew what an angel was.

He decided it was best to trust his roommate and not question anything further. Dean was having so much fun dressing them both up, and Castiel didn't want to spoil the mood, so he let out an almost imperceptible sigh and said nothing more about the wings.

Now fully decked out in their Halloween gear, Dean decided it was time to take a selfie.

"C'mon dude, I wanna send a photo to Sam. He's being a little bitch and won't show what he and Jess are dressed up as until he sees us," Dean complained as he draped an arm over Castiel's shoulder and knocked their heads together for the photo. One "cheese" later and Castiel was freed from the grip. There was a brief silence as Dean tapped away on his phone, then his low chuckling.

"Oh man, look at this, Cas. Jess is a vampire and Sammy is her victim," he turned the phone towards him, and Castiel could make out Jess in a dark purple cape with fangs leaning in towards Sam's neck, which was caked with fake blood. Sam's face was contorted in exaggerated fear, and Castiel couldn't help but laugh as well.

"I think we've been beat, Dean. We can't possibly hope to compete with their costumes," Castiel shook his head and sighed in mock sadness. Dean joined in with a defeated groan.

"I can't believe Sammy managed to defeat me, a gorgeous genius with four more years of Halloween experience than him. I can never show my face outside again," he threw an arm across his forehead and pouted miserably.

"There there," Castiel comforted with a pet to his roommate's arm. "This just means you have more time to watch spooky movies."

Dean perked up at the mention of movies, and let the dramatic facade fall. "Right! We should totally get to the movie watching. We've got all the Nightmare on Elm Street's to get through."

Castiel nodded and moved from the TV room they were currently standing around in to the kitchen. Dean followed behind him, and together they prepared a feast of snacks. They had junk ranging from popcorn to chocolate to gummy bears. By the time they finally settled down on the couch back in the TV room, they had already made a good start on the large bowl of popcorn.

With the food ready and lights dimmed, Dean finally put the movie on. As the opening sequence began playing, Dean leaned back and stretched his arm across the back of the couch. Castiel scooched closer to his roommate till their sides touched, and leaned his forehead onto Dean's shoulder. He heard Dean make a pleased sound, and a moment later a hand fell into his hair and began moving in gentle motions.

Despite the slightly terrifying slasher film in the background, Castiel relaxed. He hoped they would celebrate Halloween the next year too.