((( I'm going to try and explain the chapter slightly. Basically it's goes from the start of october to the end pretty quickly. Mostly because the other two chapters are from Dean and Luci's POV so they fill in the gaps that this chapter (more or less) is missing... so yeah... Also, if you feel like your missing something, for example when I mention the guests, or Adam's ghost, it's because they appear in the other two POVs )))

When Sam woke up that morning it was with a heavy sigh. It was the start of October or, as Gabriel put it, thirty one days of Halloween.

Sam Winchester hated Halloween with a burning hot passion.

He reluctantly pulled back the navy sheets of his bed, and stretched his arms up before letting them drop to his sides. For a few minutes he plodded around the room collecting various items and clothing before stopping by the window in the far corner.

The room was very simple, unlike Dean's which more often than not was covered in piles of... Stuff - who knows what is actually in there. Sam's room was neat and organised but, as Gabriel put it, lacked fabulosity - whatever that means. All his room really entailed was an ancient dresser, which probably came with the house, a bed, which made the floorboards creak, and a tattered green rug, that - in his opinion - looks like someone threw up on. But it had a nice view. Okay, nice-ish. It wasn't perfect, but if you could look past the decay it could be quite beautiful.

He looked out of the window and watched the candy apple trees, bleed caramel leaves, and saw them being swept away into an autumn-colour tornado, of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns, before separating and resting on the ground below, only to have the wind pick up and start again. His thoughts were soon disrupted by a black cat strolling along one of the neighbour's walls.

Ah yes, Halloween. The cause of Sam Winchester's misery month.

After dressing, scowling out of the window at the cat once more for good measure, Sam finally made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Where Dean and Adam seemed to be having their daily morning debate.

"Adam, just eat your goddamn breakfast!"

"Hedgehog murderer!"

"Jesus Christ," Dean rubbed his eyes, and turned to Sam, "you okay?"

Sam looked up from the Halloween themed cereal he was glaring at, "yeah, fine."

Dean laughed, "please try not to kill Gabriel today. Lucifer sent out a warning to everyone saying that Gabriel's gone somewhat overboard this year."

Sam let out an exasperated sigh, "I keeping getting texts from him wielding different knives."

Dean smirked, "You're the one who's going out with the PCP crazed fairy."

Sam grabbed the cereal bowl and left the room ignoring Dean's call of, "was it something I said?"

The weather was especially cold for this time of year Sam had concluded while waiting for Gabriel on one of the benches within the school grounds. He ignored the old gum stuck to it, as well as the obscenities people had draw over the years. Sam shivered slightly under the bitter wind, and tucked his hands away within the confines of his jacket's sleeve.

Gabriel arrived with Lucifer a few minutes, clutching his arm to his chest in a protective manner. He spotted Sam, leaving his brother to his searching for Michael, Sam could only guess, and propped himself next to Sam on the bench.

"Hey, hey, hey Sam! What do witches get at hotels?"

"I don't know..." Sam said annoyed.

"Broom service." Gabriel had himself in stitches, while Sam sat there with a bitch face. Seemingly trying to alight Gabriel on fire with his eyes.

Gabriel composed himself to try again, "why is Dracula so unpopular?"

"Gabriel seriously..."

"Because he's a pain in the neck!"

"Yeah, you and him have that in common."

Gabriel held his hand to his chest in fake hurt. "Rude. How's the Halloween scrooge doing anyway?"

Sam let out another sigh. What's that now? Nearing hundred perhaps?

"I'm just not a big fan of Halloween, okay? Can you tone it down?" Sam pleaded.

"Fine. But when Halloween comes they'll be built up crazy that'll be released...Just saying."

They made their way into the school building, passing the mural art at the entrance. Lockers aligned the walls, either side, pausing briefly to allow classroom doors, before continuing their stretch to the back entrance. Each classroom had a tall sturdy blue door with a clearly labelled subject and room number. Occasionally rooms had posters stuck over them advertising a sport or some literacy interventions that almost nobody even bothered to second glance.

Sam and Gabriel stopped at Sam's locker to collect and drop off various books. And left to repeat the same menial action at Gabriel's where they were met by Charlie, Hael, and Sofiel.

"'Sup bitches." Charlie said, and turned to Gabriel to poke his wrist that was still clutched to his chest. "What happened to your wrist?"

"The hell spawn that resides in the room across the hall." Gabriel said with a pout.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Make everyone jump and spin around to face Lucifer, who stood there with a smug grin upon his face. Michael was stood to his side, a shoved him slightly with an enervated hand.

"I just wanted to let you know Michael has been granted permission for Halloween, but we have two other..." Lucifer registered Michael's glare, "lovely guests to accommodate as well."

"Why?" Gabriel whined.

"Calm your tits. Your planning a Halloween party, not a wedding. Most people won't remember it anyway because they'll be fucking drunk." Lucifer stated. "Though on second thought, that sounds a lot like a wedding as well."

The conversation was soon disrupted by the strident ring of the bell, and they all began to make their way to different classrooms. Gabriel was a year older than Sam, so they parted ways leaving Sam and Hael to walk to their English class.

After almost seven hours of tedious classes, and Gabriel's Halloween spewing, Sam was ready to go home. Where he'd fall face down onto his bed and stay there until he had to share responsibility of taking care of the house along with Dean and, to a much lesser extent, Adam.

And he did just that. After a while he'd fallen asleep, only to awoken by a smash, a curse, and hysterical laughter.

He made his way down the stairs, to see Dean and Adam standing over a broken plate.

"Everything alright?" Sam asked. Dean looked up from trying to re figure the plate with his mind, to face Sam.

"Honestly, between Adam's ghost and me dropping things, I think we're going to be out of crockery by next year." Sam nodded knowing the truth of Dean's clumsiness due to his eyes. Numerous times he had told Dean to at least see an optometrist, but Dean never did, giving the perfect excuse of 'we don't have the money'.

To both of the elders surprise, Adam piped up from the kitchen, "karma for the hedgehog."

Dean uttered another curse under his breath, "I swear if you don't shut up about the hedgehog..."

And that's the Winchester household...

October 4

Crockery causalities: 0

Sam still hates Halloween.

October 12

Casualties: 1 coffee mug

Sam hates Gabriel.

October 20

Casualties: 0

Sam is still not a fan of Gabriel.

October 26

Casualties: 2 plates

Sam hates dressing up, hates Halloween, and hates Gabriel.

October 30

Casualties: Sam's sanity

Dreading the next day.

Finally Halloween night had arrived. The part Sam was dreading most of all.

As Sam and Dean approached the house there was elaborate decorations all around. What really caught your eye was a table set up with a bowl of candy set out for trick-or-treaters.

Sam sighed, staring at the figure in the corner with a skull mask with a hood, "Gabriel, I know it's you."

The figure huffed and removed his mask, revealing a defeated Gabriel. But there was a tap at Sam's shoulder. He turned around expecting Dean's smug face but instead was greeted by a horrific clown mask.

"Oh fuck no!" He shouted and started throwing slaps and punches towards the clown.

"Hey, I just came out to have a good time and honestly I feel so attacked right now." The clown said.

"Charlie?"

"'Sup." Charlie said, removing the mask. She reached over to the trick-or-treating table and rustled around the chocolate bars before grabbing one and throwing it at Sam, "not cool Sam. You can have a fucking bounty."

"I hate you people." He said, glaring at everyone who was laughing.

Especially Dean, who almost had tears in his eyes, "you should have seen your face."

Sam stormed inside like a hurricane of exasperation, ignoring Charlie's jokes, that sent Dean into another fit of laughter.

He burst into the living room that was packed with teens, some familiar, some not. He recognised most from school. He settled in the furthest corner from the door with Hael, Sofiel, Jo, and Muriel, who were playing a rather drunk version of pin the tail on the... Gabriel-donkey hybrid. In other words, they had stuck Gabriel's face on it.

The girls were all dressed up. Hael was wearing a pumpkin dress, with a netting skirt which flared out. Jo was a cat, wearing a black leotard with a tail and tights, her ears disheveled and leaning the right. Sofiel hadn't really bother by the looks of things. She'd cut a hole in her t-shirt and made it look like a bullet. Muriel hadn't even bothered, simply ruffled her hair and applied thick eyeliner.

The rest of the room was covered in hanging decorations. Knives hung above the door, and cobwebs were layed around everywhere. Sitting on one of the tables was a pumpkin carved out. It looked crooked and was missing an eye, but it was replaced with a stab wound instead. He didn't blame them though. Pumpkins were a bitch to cut.

Jo's turn was next, wobbling towards it with Muriel's hands over her eyes, because who needs a blindfold. They hadn't even spun her around from what Sam could tell and yet she was stumbling slightly too far to the left.

"Hey guys, " he approached them carefully, "what'cha doing?"

"Gabriel made us set up everything, because he's an ass, and then we found a fitting game for him." Sofiel said, slightly more sober than Sam had anticipated.

"No offence, but you seem okay, and they seem... how do I put it...?"

"Wasted, wrecked, hammered..." Sofiel suggested, "I can go on."

Sam shook his head, and Sofiel continued, "but yeah, they found vodka, and well raided it. In the space of about... 5 minutes."

"Who the hell let them drink...?"

Sofiel pointed to the other side of the room where Michael's sister, Anna, and her boyfriend, Raphael, were stood talking to people. Or at least Raphael was standing. Anna seemed to leaning against him, her own drunkenness preventing from any form of posture.

"We're all supposed to be hush hush about the, code name, michifer."

"Let me guess who came up with that name. Charlie?"

"You know it."

After around 15 minutes of a very entertaining game of pin the tail on Gabriel's, also know as the ass' face, which involved a lot of crashing into furniture. It was starting to get dark, and Gabriel and Charlie retreated from scaring trick-or-treaters outside, everyone gathered around for what was known as the 'greatest apple bobbing tournament of the century' or that's what Gabriel wanted to call it.

The majority of the guests had gathered around the huge apple bobbing barrel.

"So who wants to go first?" Gabriel called over the talking and loud music.

"Us!" Anna shouted, dragging Raphael over, much to his annoyance. Well, she tried to pull Raphael but crashed into Ezekiel, which commenced an almost domino sequence of the drunk teens.

She dropped down to her knees in front of the barrel, gesturing for Raphael to do the same. Holding her hair she dropped down into the water before springing back out.

"It's hot! Like really hot!"

"Jo, why the hell did you put hot water in?!" Gabriel shouted to Jo, who joined most people in laughing their wasted asses off.

"To be honest I'm so drunk the taps said hot, cold, lemonade." She slurred.

Sam had retreated to Gabriel's room as time went on. As much as he loved being in room full of drunk people when they were doing stupid stuff, they all happened to be slightly too far gone to be coherent.

He lay down on Gabriel's bed looking up at the ceiling where Gabriel had stuck these glow in the stars stickers. They were slightly peeling off from the points. The rest of the room was mostly sweet wrappers, and boxes. The odd pair of jeans - brightly coloured jeans to be exact, and a t shirt were sprawled around. A lot of skeletons were scattered around, and a pool of fake blood was in one corner.

Sam was just settling down into his own thoughts when he heard a loud thud and a moan come from the room next door. Lucifer's room. Where he'd ran off to with Michael half an hour ago. And now he was thinking too much. And he scarred himself for life.

He heard a rapturous cheer from downstairs. But he didn't care. He was content lying here, just soaking in the isolation. As much as he was a social character, sometimes he just needed a break from it all.

It was fifteen minutes later when Gabriel softly made his way into the room, settling down at the end of the bed, so he had his back against the wall, and his feet were hanging off the side.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." Sam replied, not taking his eyes off the ceiling.

"What you doing?"

"Thinking. That and being traumatised by your brother." He said. "Thin walls, man. Thin walls."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and gave him a jaded expression. "Tell me about it."

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Sam asked, "how's it going down stairs?"

"Good."

"Why aren't you down there? It's your party, enjoy it."

Gabriel contemplated his answer the moment. Looking up at the ceiling and the stars.

"It's overrated. I'd rather stay here with you." He walked across the room to his cluttered desk and pulled out his laptop. "How about we stay up here and watch some Netflix?"

"I'd like that."

Slow it down, go easy on me