Yay it's our favourite DemonxAngel couple going trick or treating!
For anyone who wondered what rule 3 was.
Disclaimer: Characters of Supernatural are not owned by me.
...She could go trick or treating.
"Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?" Meg grinned at Catsiel as she leaned against the doorframe.
"You're never too old for candy," was his short reply.
"What are you dressing up as? Please don't say an angel." She groaned. "First of all, everyone goes as that. That or a ghost. Secondly, you're supposed to be something you're not."
"No, not an angel." He was huddled around a mirror, and seemed to be poking his eyes.
"A bee?" She guessed.
"No."
"Then what." Meg said flatly.
He turned around, and she realized he'd been putting coloured contacts in.
Black as the deepest pits of Hell coloured contacts.
Her mouth dropped open and she tried to push down the thrill at seeing his eyes black like hers. Many times, when they had first met, she'd thought about getting into his mind and riding his meatsuit all night. Of course she wouldn't now.
But she still thought about it sometimes.
He noticed her wide eyes. "What is wrong?"
"No! No this..." She moved forward and played with his blue tie, which hung loosely around his neck. "This has given me an idea."
"Where's Cas?" Sam wandered into the main room, where Dean was engrossed in a copy of Busty Asian Beauties: Halloween Edition.
"Getting changed. When I told him about trick or treating he got really excited. I told him no one our age, especially his, does this. Halloween's more about the tricks for us. Treats are just an added bonus." He bit into a chocolate bar as if to prove his point.
"And Meg?"
"No clue." It had been a couple months since she'd joined them, and she disappeared for long periods of time to deal with the whole 'Queen of Hell' deal. She had enjoyed zapping into Dean's washroom to scare him, until he threatened to exorcize her. She hadn't believed him, but started zapping into Sam's washroom from then on.
"You ever think about all that stuff we missed as kids?" Sam asked.
"Nah man, we got the real deal. Remember that real vampire Dad ganked on Halloween, who was pretending to be trick or treating?"
"And the ghost." The younger Winchester added.
They sat in silence as they remincisted.
Dean broke the quiet with a yell. "Cas hurry up! The good candy'll be gone soon!"
The angel in question emerged, eyes black and trench coat askew.
"Meg's possessed him!" Dean said horrified. "She broke rule three!"
Before anything else could be said, the demoness herself strutted out, lipstick smudged and clad in her normal clothes. With the exception of the metal headpiece that went around the top of her head and over her forehead. It moved slightly when she lifted her eyebrows.
"I've possessed who?" She asked innocently, painted red lips turning into a smirk.
"No one." Sam cut in before Dean could dig himself into a hole. "Are you an angel?"
"What gave it away? The halo?" She asked sarcastically.
"I told her angels do not wear halos, but she insisted." Castiel shrugged.
The Winchesters found it hard to look him in the eyes.
"Dude, I thought you were gonna be a honeybee." Dean flapped his arms like a bee for emphasis.
"I was, but Sam showed me these black contact lens last time we went for a supply run." Sam ducked his head to avoid his brother's glare.
"I thought you thought demons were abominations." Dean pointed out.
"Not all of them." Castiel shuffled awkwardly and started to fix his jacket.
"Let's go, I want the candy not the shitty granola bars. Which is all that will be left if we don't leave now." Meg tugged on his sleeve and they started to leave the bunker.
"Oh Meg?" Dean coughed uncomfortably. "Sorry we thought you broke rule three."
"I don't blame you, we've broken rules one and two." She breezed past, ignoring Dean's gasp of shock.
"She went in the front seat of baby?"
"Of course not, I drove her." Meg ducked, the tome Dean threw at her hitting the wall with a dull thunk.
"Wait, when did they break rule two?"
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