Authors Note: This is sooo late and I'm so bad at updating things and it's just really hard going to college and keeping up with my fics which is why I warned you this wasn't going to be a nice update every week kind of thing. More like update every 3 months if I have time to write something. Sorry.
"Papa, Daddy, hurry up! I already see kids coming out of their houses!" Stiles squawks as he bounds off to the bedroom to where both of his fathers are changing into their own costumes. His little feet are moving to their own accord, causing him to crash into the side of the bed with a breathless, 'oof!'
Castiel sighs from where he's lying on the mattress, feet dangling off the end of the bed. He sits up and rubs his eye in a tired manner. Stiles had been dressed as in his costume all day and the four year old had been trying to climb every furniture in the house. It didn't help that Dean had bought him silly string to go along with his costume. Stiles had made it his mission to cover as much of the house he could in his "spiderwebs."
"Stiles, calm down. We'll leave as soon as your father is ready." Cas reaches out a hand and rubs it across the Stiles' masked head. His son gives him his biggest grin in return and Cas can't help but smile fondly at Stiles' two missing front teeth.
Stiles clambers up the bed and into his father's lap, a sudden serious expression on his face. "Papa! My spidey senses are tingling!"
Cas pretends to be worried, if only to play along and make Stiles happy as he asks, "What is it Spider-Man? Is someone in danger?"
Stiles' hands reach out and clasp the side of his father's face, pressing his cheeks together and making him look like a blowfish. "Mhm! We need to go now before it's too late!" A small chuckle leaves Castiel's body as he removes Stiles from his lap and places the boy on the floor. "Alright then, Spider-Man. You go call Thor while I get Iron Man, okay?"
"Okay, Captain!" Stiles lifts his tiny hand to his forehead and salutes his father before darting out of the room. Cas grins to himself before walking to the bathroom door and knocking twice. He waits a couple of seconds before calling out, "Dean?" There is another moment of silence before the door cracks open and Dean's face appears through the gap, his eyes narrowed to slits. "I ain't going out in this, Cas."
"Yes you are, Dean."
"No i'm no-"
"Yes. You. Are." Castiel's words are uttered with that tone of finality that means Dean isn't going to win this argument. The hunter grunts and moves to shut the door but a booted foot stops it from shutting all the way. He looks from the shoe up to his husband's face. "Stiles has been wearing that Spider-Man suit all day, Dean. He's been bragging about his two daddies dressing up with him for Halloween and you're not going to let him down. So you come out of this bathroom right now because we are taking that boy out for his first trick or treating." Dean would laugh at Cas wearing his Captain America costume if he didn't know better than to be anything but cautious when Castiel used his 'authoritative' voice. That, and anyone knows not to mess with Cas when it involves anything to do with their son's hapiness.
"Alright, alright. Let's go then." Dean steps out of bathroom and Castiel looks at him with a look of approval. The angel turns around, ready to walk out the door, but Dean reels him in with an arm around his waist. "You didn't do the zipper up all the way, babe," Dean whispers against his neck. Cas' back is pressed up against Dean's front as the hunter fiddles with the zipper.
"I couldn't reach it."
"Huh. There you go. All set." Dean states as he fully zips the costume all the way.
Cas cranes his neck and looks at Dean with a cheeky smile as he says, "Thank you, Iron Man."
Dean gives him a wink and kisses the side of his husband's head. "Don't sweat it, Cap'n."
As both men walk out the bedroom door they are met with the sight of Stiles hanging off of one of Sam's biceps. He's giggling and swinging his tiny feet uselessly above the ground. Sam looks up and laughs loudly once he finally has a full view of his brother dressed as Iron Man.
"You look good, Dean."
"Shut up, Thor. Where's Couls-"
"Right here, fellas. Now, who's ready to go get some candy for this little punk, huh?" Bobby steps out of the hallway, dressed in a black suit and black tie with dark shades over his eyes. His question makes Stiles squirm and he lets go of Sam's arm in favor of running off in Bobby's direction.
"I am, Agent Coulson! I'm ready to get candy!" Stiles exclaims.
Bobby chuckles and pats Stiles' head then looks at the three men expectantly. "Well? What are you idjits waiting for?"
Everyone heads to the door when Dean suddenly shouts "Wait! Let me at least get a picture of my kid to show off at work. Come here, Stiles." The four year old saunters over, obeying his father's order. A click and flash later they're all out the door, Stiles walking between his two fathers, each of tiny hands clasped by one of their own.
After checking for cars, they cross the street and walk up to a house where there's shouts of "thank you's" coming from a group of children and their parents leaving the front porch.
Dean steps in front of Stiles and gets down on one knee. "You remember what you're gonna say, right buddy?"
Stiles nod's eagerly, his missing teeth on full display. Dean nudges his chin affectionately before handing him his pumpkin basket and muttering, "Go get em', tiger."
Stiles walks up the house, eyes wide as saucers as he stops to stand in front of a woman holding a baby dressed as a ladybug.
"Trick or Treat! I like your ladybug costume."
The woman laughs kindly and looks past Stiles to where his four chaperones are standing. "Well, Stiles. How about you pick your own candy since you and your family over there have such great costumes, huh?"
Stiles eyes get even bigger as looks at the giant bowl full of candy. "Really?! This is so cool!" He digs his hand in the candy bowl and pulls out a snicker's bar before mumbling a rushed 'thank you' and running to the sidewalk to show everyone the candy bar he picked out.
They go through the same routine for most of the houses, Stiles occasionally asking one of the guys to come with him to the doorstep when the decorations are a little too spooky.
They've been walking around for about 30 minutes and Stiles is happily chewing on his snicker's bar when a boy dressed as a baseball player accidently knocks into him. Cas reaches out just in time to stop Stiles from hitting the ground but it doesn't stop his candy bar from flying out of his grasp. Stiles looks at the ground and then up at the boy.
"That was my only giant candy bar," he mutters quietly.
The boy removes his baseball cap to reveal messy black hair as he looks apologetically at Stiles, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Stiles says, his eyes beginning to get watery.
A girl's voice is heard shouting, "Derek, hurry up!" And the boy makes a quick decision before reaching into his pillow case and pulling out a snickers bar of his own. King Sized. He sticks his hand out and Stiles looks at it with a confused expression.
"Take it."
"It's okay, kid. You don't have to-" Dean interjects, but there's another shout of Derek! Then the boy steps forward and drops the bar into Stiles' basket and sprints off.
Stiles mouth is wide open but then he tears the wrapper open and sticks the candy bar in his mouth without a second thought. Dean shrugs and intertwines his fingers with his husband's once more before starting to make their way back home.
Halfway to the house and Stiles' little feet can barely carry his body's weight. Bobby grabs his basket and Sam hands him over the plastic Mjolnir in favor of carrying his nephew for the rest of the way home. When they arrive, Bobby says his goodbyes and heads home, while Sam places the sleeping boy on the couch. He says his farewell with a pat on the shoulder to both men before he steps out the door. Cas yawns and let's Dean manhandle his body to unzip his costume, Cas doing the same to the other man once he's out of his Captain America suit. They take Stiles to his bedroom and change him into his pajamas then they each take turns kissing him goodnight. Cas makes sure to hide the basket full of candy somewhere that Stiles won't be able to find it assuming he wakes up before everyone else.
As both the men slip into bed, Dean positions himself along Cas' back and tangles their feet together.
"I hope he had fun tonight," Cas mumbles.
Dean leans in and places a kiss behind the his ear. "Course he did, babe. He had a blast. He won't be able to stop talking about it for month."
"Mh."
Dean buries his face in Cas' shoulder and breathes in his scent. "You got enough energy for one round, Mr. Steve Rogers?" He jokes.
Cas leans back and Dean takes advantage of his stretched neck to leave wet sloppy kisses along its side.
"Only if you get up and lock the door, Mr. Stark."
"You got it, babe."
