I know it's late but whatever. I actually managed to finish something during my temporary hiatus.

Chapter 36: Trick or Treat

Isabel's POV

Opening the door to my apartment, I was met by a frowning Han Solo, a tiny Luke Skywalker, and an even tinier Chewbacca. Jason and I were going to take the boys trick-or-treating after we finished at Mr. Wayne's annual Halloween party. The boys had never been before and both were extremely excited.

"You know, I was hoping you'd wear the slave girl version instead," Jason whispered disappointingly as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

"That's for after bedtime," I whispered back before picking Sam up, who immediately began babbling about how excited he was to be going trick-or-treating.

We eventually made it to the party. Basically all of Bruce Wayne's employees, investors, stockholders, and associates were there with their families. The party part was really more for the kids. All sorts of games, activities, and candy were available for the kids. All the adults really just sat around, drank, and talked business.

We'd only been there for five minutes when I caught sight of Jason's brother, Tim, and his family.

"Who are they supposed to be?" I asked as Jason rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler, John Watson, and a murder victim."

"What?"

Jason explained, "Steph said that Jackie wanted to be a murder victim so she could scream and pretend to die."

"Okay… That's nice," I replied as a scowling Tin Man walked past me carrying a sleepy Cowardly Lion.

Jason snickered, "Hey, Damian. Nice costume. You always were looking for a heart."

His scowl deepened as he growled, "Mia's childish idea," before disappearing into the crowd. It wasn't long after until he was followed by Dorothy and the Scarecrow.

Naturally, Peter Pan would have been the last to arrive. As always, Dick was late. Dick practically bounced into the room carrying a tiny Tinker Bell on his hip while holding onto the hand of a tiny Wendy. I wasn't sure if the twins were pirates or lost boys. However, Barbara was a pretty convincing female Captain Hook, especially since she was yelling at her boys to behave.

"You couldn't stand being away from tights could you?" Jason smirked as his brother rolled his eyes before he sent his girls off to play with the other kids.

"Haha, Jay. Very funny," Dick dryly replied before turning towards me. "Hello, Isabel. You look very nice tonight."

"Thank you. Great costume," I commented as I took notes of the tight spandex and the leaves covering his torso.

"Thanks! I made it myself!"

Jason muttered, "Of course you did. You don't look at all like a failed Poison Ivy DIY project."

Dick just gave his brother a gigantic smile as if he hadn't heard him before skipping off to pester his other younger brothers. Jason rolled his eyes and shook his head but his lips held a tiny smirk.

Jason commented, "Peter Pan's perfect for him. He'll never grow up," before leading me over to where Tim and Stephanie were.

Tim immediately frowned and reprimanded, "I cannot believe you've got a real gun on you."

I glanced down to see a glock in Han Solo's holster... Alrighty then.

Jason grunted, "No shit, Sherlock. You know I don't go anywhere without one. Besides, I'm a grown man. What're you? My father?"

"No. I am your father."

I looked up to see the tall figure of Darth Vader looming over us.

Jason sighed. "You've been waiting all night to use that, haven't you, Bruce?"

"I find your lack of enthusiasm… disturbing."

Everyone groaned before Stephanie grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the three of them. She led me over to Mia and Barbara. "Come on. Let's let the boys have their fun while the adults talk."

********Break********

I couldn't help but notice how Jason's hand kept hovering near his gun or how his eyes constantly scanned the area around us as Dean held Sammy's hand while they approached the seventh house of the night.

I finally said, "I thought you said this is the safest neighborhood in Gotham."

Jason shrugged before wrapping an arm around my waist and tucked me into his side. "You never can be too careful. Besides, Han Solo shoots first and asks questions later."

A few seconds later, the boy's hurried back over to us. Sam excitedly told us what kind of candy he got while Dean mainly just stood there and waited for his little brother to take his hand again before we moved onto the next house.

A few minutes later, Jason told me to keep my eyes open as he took a call. I could hear him swearing over the phone as Dean and Sam hurried over to me.

"Miss Izbel! Look!" Sammy exclaimed as they returned a moment later with more candy.

"That's great!" I replied as we moved onto the last hose in the neighborhood while Jason headed back over to me with a dark expression on his face.

"Everything okay?"

Jason growled, "No. Roy got himself into some deep shit and I have to bail him out of it. Unfortunately, it's probably going to take the entire night and probably some of the morning."

"What about the boys?"

Jason sighed before muttering something about having to see if one of his brothers could take them for the night. Immediately, I volunteered instead. He hesitated at first but eventually agreed just as the boys came back over to us.

"Boys, I have to go help a friend with something-"

Dean interrupted, "How long?"

"I'm sure I'll be back tomorrow. Isabel's going to take good care of you until then."

If looks could kill, I'd be dead from the one Dean was giving me.

********Break********

After making a quick stop at Jason's apartment to grab some clothes for the boys, we headed over to my apartment. Jason kept checking his watch every few minutes as we headed up the elevator. We practically ran inside my apartment before Jason quickly kissed Sam and me before squeezing Dean's shoulder. He told them to be good and listen to me before disappearing God knows where to help Roy.

The two of them looked up at me. Neither looked very happy as I smiled down at them.

"So your dad says you two need dinner, a bath, and then bedtime. How about grilled cheese sandwiches?"

Dean merely shrugged as Sam nodded slightly. They'd both been as silent as the grave since Jason told them he had to go. I wonder if they always act like this when he's gone. About twenty minutes later, they'd both eaten.

After they finished, I tried to help Sam with his bath but Dean immediately informed me that he had everything under control and I was not needed. I merely left them alone for a little while as I tried to brush off what Dean said.

To be honest, they really don't need me. What was I thinking? I contemplated fixing myself a drink but decided against it. The last thing I needed was for Dean to think I'm some kind of alcoholic. I eventually just ended up sinking down onto my couch with the TV on for background noise.

"Miss Izbel?"

I glanced over my shoulder to find Sammy standing behind me dressed in his adorable little footie pajamas with his stuffed dinosaur in his tiny hands. He padded over to me and crawled onto my lap.

"Where's Dean?"

"In da tub," he answered before whimpering, "I want Daddy. I wanna go home."

I knew I should've just stayed over at their apartment instead but mine was further away and Jason didn't have the extra time.

"Oh baby, don't cry. Your daddy will be back soon. Don't worry. You'll go home tomorrow too… How about a story?"

His lip stopped trembling as he looked up with interest. I stood up and carried him into my bedroom. I settled down onto the bed with him curled up against me and began to tell him stories as he silently listened with interest.

Eventually, Dean came back from the bathroom just as Sam fell asleep. Dean gave me a murderous gaze as he marched over. Sam was soon gently taken away from me as Dean wrapped his arms around his baby brother. I took the hint that I was clearly being dismissed. Apparently, I just got kicked out of my own bedroom.

********Break********

I woke up to pounding outside my door. What the hell? It's like five in the morning. I yawned and slid off the couch to check the peephole on the door. Looking through the porthole, I could see my ex, Jonathan, standing there in rumpled clothes rapping his fists on the door, chanting my name.

What the literal hell?

Opening the door, I hissed, "What the hell are you doing here! Do you know what time it is!"

I found myself shoved backwards as he forced himself inside. He staggered forward and drawled with slurred speech, "Trick or treat, baby."

"Excuse me? It's not Halloween anymore."

"I want you back, baby."

"Have you been drinking again? Honestly, why do you think we broke up in the first place?"

"I'm sorry," he breathed.

I nearly gagged on the pungent smell of his breath. Yep. Definitely drunk.

I shoved him back away from me and said, "You need to go. Now. I'm with someone else and-"

His expression darkened as he grabbed my wrist. Jonathan yanked me over to him and growled, "Who?"

"That's none of your business. Now, let go of me."

His grip tightened as he shook me. He once again demanded to know who I was seeing. I slapped him across the face, which was probably the wrong thing to do. I found myself on the carpet with him standing over me. Shocked, I ran my fingers over my stinging cheek. He just hit me.

"You leave her alone!"

A second later, a small figure appeared in front of me and barreled into Jonathan, knocking the drunk man onto the floor.

In that moment, I'd never been more surprised and shocked in my entire life. Did Dean just defend me? Did the little boy that hates me just willingly shove a very large intoxicated man in my defense? Did that really just happen?

Apparently it did. I was brought back to reality as Jonathan latched onto Dean's arm harder than necessary. A small gasp fell from Dean's lips as my eyes narrowed.

"Let go of him!"

Climbing unsteadily to his feet, Jonathan wrenched Dean towards him and yelled, "What the hell is this! He'd better not be yours!"

"No. He's mine."

I knew immediately that Jonathan was about to die the second I'd heard the deep voice say those three words. Needless to say, Dean was safe with my arms around him, Jonathan had his nose broken and oxygen cut off as he found himself being held against the wall with his feet dangling off the ground, and Jason had a couple of new bruises on his knuckles.

"If you ever put another hand on my son or my girlfriend again, my knife cutting through your useless throat will be the least of your problems… You know what, if I ever hear about you putting your damn hands on any woman or child, I'll cut off your damn balls and feed them to you through the IV you'll be needing to keep your sorry ass alive. We clear?"

It's amazing that Jonathan even managed to nod with the hand depriving him of the most important requirement for life. Jason let him go just as his face began to change colors. Jonathan slumped to the floor gasping for breath as he hastily scrambled for the door.

Jason quickly headed over to us and asked if we were alright. We both just nodded mechanically as the adrenaline started to wear off. I suddenly realized that my arms were still around Dean and he apparently realized it too as he began to squirm uncomfortably.

I immediately let go of him as Jason's enormous hand cupped the entire right side of my face. His thumb gently ghosted over the soon to be forming bruise on my cheek before he let go of me and rolled up Dean's pajama sleeve to get a look at the red handprint trying to form on the boy's arm.

"He do anything else?"

We both shook our heads as Jason demanded to know what happened. I immediately explained that Jonathan showed up drunk and forced his way inside. Dean explained that he heard arguing and came out of the bedroom to find me on the floor with a man over me.

When Dean finished explaining what happened, Jason nodded before gently squeezing the back of Dean's neck and giving him a soft smile. "Good job, Champ. But, next time, let's just call the police, alright? He could've had a gun or something or he could've hurt you."

Dean just rolled his eyes before muttering something about how he could handle himself. Jason smirked at the comment before telling Dean that they should probably get going.

Immediately, I said, "Or you could just stay for a little longer. The sun's not even up and the boys need their sleep."

Jason hesitantly agreed and sent Dean back to bed but not before checking on Sam, who thankfully remained sound asleep the entire time. I sank back down onto the couch and waited for Jason to join me. He made a brief detour to the kitchen before joining me.

Handing me a glass of water, Jason asked, "You sure you're okay?"

"No. I would've preferred wine," I smirked but took a sip anyway. "Roy okay?"

"Yeah. The idiot's fine," Jason grumbled, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

I set the glass down and settled myself against Jason as his arm draped over me. I murmured, "You know, I think Dean might actually somewhat like me now."

A small smile crept across his face as he nodded. "Yeah but he'll deny it."

I pursed my lips as I realized his statement was probably true. Moving on, I leaned up and kissed him.

"I love you."

"I know."

I sighed. "You waited all night to use that, didn't you?"

"Maybe," he smirked before he leaned over for a kiss, which I dodged.

"I'd just as soon kiss a Wookie."

"Haha. Cute."