A/N: For the theme scarecrow. I'm trying my best to finish these before Halloween, but I don't know if I shall. Cheer for me:P
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Decorating
"This place doesn't look like its ready for Halloween."
Dean had to agree with his little brother. They didn't have any decorations besides the pumpkins they had carved, the fake spider webs, and the cut out bats they had made from construction paper. They didn't have money to waste on such things, John had said, so they decided to make their own.
"Yeah. . . but I'm out of ideas. What else can we make for decorations?"
Sam frowned, thinking it over. "Well," he began slowly, his brow wrinkled in a frown. "We could make a scarecrow."
"A scarecrow?" Dean repeated skeptically. "How? We don't have any straw."
But Sam had started to grin, his green eyes sparkling. "We don't need straw," he told his brother dismissively. "We have all those leaves that we need to rake up! We can stuff the cloths with that!"
Dean's smile mirrored his little brother's. "Yeah! We can get some of Dad's old things! He has tons of cloths he's ruined hunting! And that will make it creepier! A bloody scarecrow!!"
"And we can use the pumpkin Dad didn't carve for its head!"
"Awesome!" The brothers grinned at each other before dashing off to get started.
When John came home that evening, he was startled by the figure sitting on the front porch. As he drew nearer, he found himself staring at a lifelike figure wearing his own bloody, muddy clothing with an orange head. Its face had been drawn on with a black marker, its features a fierce scowling grimace. In its folded arms was a toy water pistol. All in all, the effect was a scarecrow that was not to be messed with.
Chuckling at the creativity of his boys, John inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, calling out, "I'm home."