A/N: For the theme Costume.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Super
John's lip curled unhappily. "Why are you making me do this, Mary?"
Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she tugged gently on a lock of his hair, her smile blinding. "It's not like I'm trying to torture you, honey."
"I seriously doubt that." His voice was glum.
She laughed, shaking her head and causing her blond hair to sway. "But Dean's so excited," she chastised gently. "Do you want to disappoint him?"
His mouth curved into a grimacing frown. "But the tights!! Do they have to be tights?"
Mary's eyes gleamed with sudden mischief. "They'll make you look sexy," she told him in a low, seductive voice.
John raised an eyebrow. "I somehow doubt that."
She pouted and slapped at his arm. "Oh you! Fine, if you don't want to dress up with the rest of your family, then go tell Dean. Then you can look into his sad, teary eyes and explain why you're being such a stick in the mud."
He groaned, shoulders slumping. "Fine," he mumbled, grabbing the bag from her hands. "I'll do it."
Mary grinned widely. "It'll be perfect," she assured him. "Superman, Wonder woman, and Batman. A family of Super Heroes."