Disclaimer: I really wished I own the Winchesters, but alas I don't.

Author's Note: Hey all! I decided to make the aforementioned fluff into a Halloween chapter, essentially killing two birds with one stone. (Trust me when I say this decision wasn't easy; I'd started two other fluff chapters and had two completely different fluff ideas written down. Who knows if I'll ever finish them, so don't count on them being posted.) I'm not quite sure if I'll get another Halloween-esque chapter out or not, as my idea is a little brief. I'm leaning more towards not posting it, so I apologize for this early Halloween special. For future chapters, I've got a lot of ideas lined up, I just have to actually put them to paper. Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Is fluff a warning?

Takes place before the series begins.

Ages:

Dean: 21

Sam: 17

Carter: 8

"Come on, Dean!" Carter stomped her foot as she stood by the motel door. She was dressed as a bee this year, a costume McGyvered by Dean. They had found a yellow shirt and old wings at the Goodwill the other day and she had a pair of black leggings and wore her old sneakers. In her hands she held a plastic bag that had groceries in it just that morning; there wasn't a pumpkin bucket anywhere. Sam sat at the kitchen table, glancing up every now and then from his homework. Dean was stripping his gun on the bed; he'd told Carter it needed to be cleaned before they could go get candy. But Carter was done with waiting, she wanted candy now.

"I told you I needed to clean my gun first, kiddo," Dean responded, wiped a spot off and slowly started putting it back together. Carter stood akimbo, a puss on her face. But he didn't hurry up. Dean, quite frankly, did not want to go out tonight. He hated having to skirt around a bunch of little kids with candy-hungry eyes and groups of laughing teens (God forbid they ever not be laughing). They all acted as though it was all just a little game. You know, dress up as imaginary monsters, take random people's candy, and be on their merry way. It angered Dean. Sometimes he wished everyone just knew about monsters, that way they wouldn't make fools of themselves when they impersonated them. The other reason, though he'd never admit it, is because he never got to go trick-or-treating. His dad was always way too focused on his work. Dean couldn't complain, though, because it went hand-in-hand with the fact that no one knew about monsters. It was all one big ugly circle.

He loaded the gun and put it behind his back under his leather jacket. "Alright, you sure you don't want to come, Sammy? There's free candy," Dean smiled as he walked to the table.

Sam chuckled, "Nah, I'm good. I have to study."

"You're always studying," Carter remarked. Dean raised his eyebrows.

"The kid's got a point," Dean said but Sam just shook his head. Dean shrugged and Carter opened the door, both of them walking out of it. They hopped into the Impala in their respective seat: Dean in the driver's seat and Carter behind the passenger's. The rock music started as soon as the Impala did, and no sooner were they spilling out towards town.

They headed towards one of the bustling townhouse developments. It was a favorite amongst the locals because all of the houses were relatively close to the road. Cars were parked all up along the road with children and soccer moms, teens and their friends, all loading out of them. Dean parked in the first spot he found, which happened to be close to the exit. He looked around briefly, muttering a "let's get this over with," and climbed out of the car. Carter mimicked her big brother's actions, though with more enthusiasm. This was quite a big deal for her. The last two years, her brothers permitted her from going out because they were too busy to take her. And she most definitely wasn't going alone. But this year she made them promise to take her. She would not miss free candy again.

Carter climbed onto the sidewalk, Dean next to her, and headed towards the first house they came across. She rushed up to the front steps and stood in line behind a couple other kids. As she waited, she looked around at all the costumes. To her, they all looked perfect. Everything a witch could have, they all had. Every zombie, animal, and movie character had everything they needed and they all looked perfect. She sadly looked down at her own mish-mashed costume and frowned. Hers cost only $5 and it looked it. The kids in front of her finally moved and the lady threw some candy into her bag. Carter mumbled a thank you and ran back to Dean.

"What'd you get?" Dean asked as he silently took in her frown. They began walking down the sidewalk to the next house.

Carter shrugged and turned to look into her bag, "Kit-Kat and Snickers." She stopped and turned to look at Dean. She sighed sadly, "We can just go back to the motel, now."

Dean raised his eyebrows in confusion, "We just got here, and now you want to leave? You've been asking to do this for weeks." Dean softened as Carter looked down. "What's wrong? Why do you want to leave?" Dean squatted down in front of her. Little kids and soccer moms streamed around them.

She sighed, "Everyone's costumes look so good; mine just looks like crap." Dean chewed on his lip and pulled her to the side of the walkway, out of everyone's way.

"I don't think you look like crap," Dean started. "I think everyone else does. I bet you ten bucks that most of them bought their costumes at some big name store. And those costumes always rip, are too thin, the tags are way too scratchy. You don't want a scratchy tag, trust me." Dean smiled and chuckled, "They were definitely not worth the twenty dollars they were worth. And in the end, the most important thing isn't ever the costume. Do you know what it is?" Carter shrugged her shoulders.

"That you had fun?" She tried.

Dean sputtered, "Well, yeah, I guess that could be it. But the most important thing is that you got way more candy than everyone else." Carter looked up at Dean and smiled wide. Her smile illuminated her brown eyes even in the dull lighting. "Yeah? Ready to get tons of candy?"

"Yes!" Carter called and pulled Dean from his sitting position and rushed to the next house.

By the time the two siblings returned to the motel, they had hit every house they could find and had accumulated one and a half bags of candy. Carter was completely exhausted. On the last leg of the trip, Dean had kept asking her if she wanted to stop, but she refused to give up. She always mumbled something about being the best trick-or-treater ever. On the way back to the motel, Dean played his music softly, hoping his little sister would fall asleep. But with no such luck.

Carter stumbled into the motel room, dragging both of her candy sacks. Sam switched the tv off and smiled as he stood up.

"How'd it go? You get anything good?"

Carter dropped the bags by Sam's feet and stumbled to her bed. The second she laid down, she fell asleep. Poor kid wasn't even to the pillow. Dean walked through the door and shut it behind him. Sam turned to him instead.

"Hey," Dean greeted, tossing his keys onto the table and he shed his jacket.

"Hey," Sam responded, "You stay out late enough, Dean?"

"The kid was relentless."

Both boys looked at their sleeping sister.

"At least this Halloween was happy for her."

Both of their thoughts became clouded with the memories of last Halloween. Right before the holiday, a hunt had found its way into the small family. Their dad commanded them to help him with it, inevitably tying the boys to the job. It didn't get wrapped up as quickly as they would have liked, though. When it started pushing into Halloween, Dean had to cut his thoughts to bring Carter trick-or-treating that year. She was devastated and wouldn't talk to Dean for a week. It made him feel really guilty, but he couldn't have done anything. He had vowed to himself that it would be different the next year.

Carter's soft snores filled the silence in the room as both her brothers became stuck in their thoughts.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a review if you can, it really helps me to continue writing. I also want to apologize if Dean may have seen OOC, I tried my best, and if this wasn't fluffy enough as I promised. Like I said earlier, this chapter came out of four different ideas.

Have a great week!