Hey guys! Happy Spoopy Season! Happy Halloween!

I've had this in the to write list since at least last spoopy season, but never got around to finishing it. Cut to October 2023 and cue my good friend talking about writing a Halloween fic...and suddenly I remembered I had this to finish, so here we are, a little treat for you all...

This is based on a tumblr post (link below) that said: "it's important for dean that everyone at the costume party knows cas is dressed as dr. sexy and not just any random old quack and it is important for sam that everyone at the costume party knows dean is dressed as a nurse"
That was a fic prompt if ever I saw one in the wild.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this one, let me know if you did. Happy Halloween, much love xox

Link: tumblr DOT com /m-y-p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s/732604078048296960/its-important-for-dean-that-everyone-at-the?source=share&ref=_tumblr

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"Do you really think that we should do a couples costume?" Castiel asked as he turned slightly in the mirror, fussing with his white coat.

"It's not really a couples costume, Cas," Dean told him, holding up the top of his own outfit against his chest.

Cas cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend in the mirror, "But you asked me to be-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he cut in, "I just…thought it could be fun," Dean ended unconvincingly.

The dark haired man turned to face Dean, squinting at him, "Is this a sex thing?" he queried after a long minute of scrutiny.

Dean scoffed, "Ha, no…why would it be…?" he pointedly avoided those bright blue eyes as he spoke though.

"Really? Because Sam thinks that you've had a massive crush on this guy for years, and I have to say that I think he's right."

"What?! No! I just like the drama, okay?" Dean protested, then after a beat he declared, "The only guy I crushed on for years was you."

"Mhmm," Cas nodded as he crossed the room into Dean's space, white coat swishing, "so if I pushed you up against this wall and started kissing you in this outfit, you wouldn't totally be into that?"

Dean swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbed with the effort, eyes flicking to pink lips, but he stayed silent.

"We've talked about it being okay to want things Dean. If that's something that you want, you just have to ask," Castiel reminded him gently.

Dean cleared his throat and nodded.

XXX

That year's Halloween party was hosted by Lu and Balthazar, who were initially friends of Castiel's, but had become part of the 'family'. They'd gone all out too. Their house was the only one on the street that was decked out to the max.

Grave stones stuck up in the front yard, fake arms sticking out of the ground in front of a few. Spiders and bats hung from trees, ghosts and ghouls were projected onto bushes, doors, and windows. Two lines of blood laid on the driveway, as if something, or someone, had been dragged up it, and eventually turned into droplets of blood splattered here and there up the path leading around the side of the house and into the back yard where the party was. Handprints, and warnings like 'beware', also made with blood, marked the sides of the house and the fences. Glowing lights like eyes watched from flower beds, and eerie gnomes with weapons giggled sinisterly when they were walked past.

There was a huge bowl of candy left in the hands of a scarily realistic looking skeleton at the front door for trick or treaters, which Dean stuck his hand into as he and Cas passed by on their way around the back.

"Dean," Cas scolded, shooting him a look.

"What?" as if he wasn't about to pocket a handful of kids candy.

"They're for the kids, there'll be plenty of sweets for you to snack on," Cas told him sternly.

Dean rolled his eyes, and released all the candy back into the bowl, "Okay, okay."

Soft fingers slid between his own, and Cas led them down the side of the house, pretending not to be startled by the giggling gnomes.

They were noticed first by Dean's brother, Sam, who parted with his boyfriend Gabriel, and some other couples; Claire and Kaia, Garth and Bess, and Alfie and Samandriel, to greet them.

"Dean! Finally, you're the last ones here," Sam told them.

"We apologise, we, uh…there were some things that needed to be taken care of first," Cas informed him.

Dean was aware of his partner side eyeing him, as he glanced around at the décor in the back yard, trying not to think about what those things were exactly. He swallowed, and returned his gaze to his brother, "But we're here now, so that's the main thing."

"Exactly right!" Lu beamed, sauntering over to the trio in his bright red devil outfit, complete with horns, arrow headed tail, and a pitch fork.

Dean smirked at the costume, "Where's your angel?" he asked, knowing that if Lucifer was dressed as the devil, then his husband, Balthazar, would be dressed as an angel. It was a favourite couples outfit of theirs, not just for Halloween, but for any costume party, they never seemed to grow tired of the joke.

"Oh, he's around here somewhere, you know what angels are like, always flitting about," Lu chuckled at his own joke.

"Your jokes get worse every year, Lu," Michael chimed in good naturedly, having stopped with his fiancé, Adam, on their way to the punch bowl, which was likely already spiked.

"Or your sense of humour diminishes a little more each year, Mikey," Lu countered, poking his tongue out in return.

A chorus of "Oooo" was heard over the chatter and the music.

"Pffffttt," Michael dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

Lu turned his attention back to Dean and Cas then, "Hmm, classic outfits guys. Castiel is clearly a doctor, and-"

"Not just any doctor," Dean cut in excitedly, "he's Doctor Sexy…" he informed them all with a grin.

The small group – apart from Sam - looked a little confused.

"Yeah, you know, from Dean's favourite show, about the doctor who sleeps with all the nurses," Sam chimed in, gesturing to Dean's nurse outfit.

There were a couple of "Ohhh"s and some understanding nods.

"That's not what the show is about Sam," Dean rebuked, "it's a medical drama."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, cause you totally watch it for the medicine, and not for the hot doctor."

Dean flushed, a bit less confident in his choice of outfits for the party all of a sudden, "At least it's better than the trash you watch," he retorted weakly.

"Alright you two, enough," Bobby butted in, sidling up to the group in his trucker costume – which was not really any different than his usual attire, but no one was stupid enough to call him out on it - "Dean, everyone knows you've got a thing for that Doctor Sexy character," Dean opened his mouth, but Bobby kept talking, shutting him up with a look, "and we don't care, son." Sam snorted then, and Bobby rounded on him next, "And you, Sam, you're giving your brother shit when your boyfriend is literally dressed like he's time warped out of a nineties porno."

Sam's mouth gaped like a goldfish, and then he settled into his signature bitch face.

"Give it a rest, and just enjoy the party, both of ya."

"Yes, Bobby," the brothers said in unison.

He gave them another look each, and then linked arms with his husband, Crowley - who was sporting a fancy demon outfit with a crown, and telling everyone that he was the 'king of hell' – and wandered off to presumably find Rufus, and Ellen. A grumbled, "Idjits," could be heard from even a few paces away.

Everyone did enjoy the party, even if Dean did have to keep reiterating that Cas wasn't just any old quack, and Sam had to make sure that he drew attention to the fact that Dean was dressed as a nurse, and what that implied.

The night progressed smoothly, all sorts of food and drink were served, from cookies shaped like coffins, bats, and skulls, to bloody mary cocktails. Someone had in fact spiked the punch - no surprises there - and Dean was very pleasantly…buzzed as the night was wearing down.

Prizes had been given out for things like 'Best Outfit' and 'Best Couples Outfit' and 'Scariest Outfit' and they'd all danced to the 'Monster Mash' and talked, and laughed well into the night.

At some point Dean and Cas had ended up across the yard from each other, both caught up in separate conversations and people moving about, going off to do other activities, or take another pass at the food table. When Jodie and Donna announced that they were leaving, Bobby and Crowley followed suit, which led to most of the older party goers taking off too, at which point Dean decided to go find his boyfriend.

Dean found him sitting around the fire pit with Lu and Balthazar, Charlie, Jo, Jack, and Mick. Cas was leaning back on his hands on the stone bench seat, doctor's coat gaping open, showing the white button up and blue tie underneath. Biting his lip, Dean approached him.

Standing right in front of Cas, he waited until blue eyes gazed up at him, "Doctor," Dean said, fighting the desire to straddle his boyfriend right there.

Cas raised an eyebrow, "Nurse?" he replied.

"Can-can I, uh, borrow you for a few minutes?" Dean asked as coolly as he could manage.

"Oh, sure…uh," Cas turned to the group, "I'll be back in a bit…" he explained as he took Dean's offered hand and rose from the seat.

The people left sitting shared a few winks and knowing glances, and as Dean led his boyfriend away toward the big glass sliding doors that would take them inside, Lu called out, "There's lube in the guest room, boys!"

A couple of people chuckled, and Dean pretended to ignore them all as he took Cas inside, and past the living room where Ketch, Benny, and Pamela were playing some zombie killing game on the Playstation. They ended up at the guest room, which Dean hadn't exactly planned on using, but Lu had basically just told them to, so he would. At least the door had a lock on it so they wouldn't be disturbed.

Inside, with the door closed, and locked, Dean pushed Cas against the cheap, painted wood, and kissed him heatedly. His hand dug in under the thick, white coat, clutching at the body he was pressed against, the other hand carded through Cas' dark hair, keeping their mouths together.

"Dean?" Cas interrupted, slightly breathless after a good couple of minutes of feverish kissing.

"Mmm?" Dean hummed back, too busy covering every inch of Castiel's throat in open mouthed kisses.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but what're we doing?" he asked, pulling away a little.

That forced Dean to look at him, he licked his kissed red lips, contemplating his words, and found the courage to tell Cas what he needed. Dean took a deep breath, "I can't do it, Cas…" he admitted on the exhale.

"Can't do what?" he asked, but his voice suggested that he knew.

"I can't wait until we're home, please, I need you to fuck me now," Dean confessed, his voice getting a slight whine to it as he spoke. His hand twisted in the dark blue tie around Cas' neck, the other one holding a narrow hip.

"Hmm, I see," a darkness settled in Cas' eyes as he looked Dean up and down, "well then, why don't you be a good nurse and prepare me…"

Just like that Dean was fully hard in his scrubs, though truthfully he'd been at some form of attention most of the night, so it wasn't surprising that all it took was a few choice words from his beloved. His brain took a little longer to process due to the blood loss, so he stood there, mouth agape until Castiel pressed a teasing kiss to his lips, and then gently pushed him down.

"On your knees, Nurse," Cas commanded.

And Dean dropped like a sack of potatoes, "Yes, Doctor," he rasped, eagerly tugging the belt out of it's loops on Cas' trousers, and then undoing the fastenings to pull them down just far enough to get out Castiel's cock.

As soon as it was free, Dean had a hand wrapped comfortably around the base, and licked big wet stripes up the shaft, coaxing it to engorge with blood. Cas made little encouraging noises, and then let out a rewarding moan when Dean took him in his mouth.

"That's it…oh, you're doing such a good job," Cas told him a little distractedly, head back against the door.

Dean was bobbing his head like his life depended on it, trying to take a little more of the fully hard cock in his mouth each time, until saliva was dribbling out of the corners of his mouth.

"Should I fuck your mouth a little before I fuck your hole, Nurse?"

Dean's own hard on throbbed in his pants, "Mmmm!" he hummed enthusiastically around the thick cock in his mouth.

"You'd like that, huh?" Cas' voice was deep with lust, and dark with intent.

"P'ease," Dean pulled back a bit to get the word out, breathing hard, and feeling a little needy for it.

"You shouldn't speak with your mouth full," the 'doctor' tutted.

Castiel's hand tightened it's grip in Dean's hair, effectively holding him still, and then pushed firmly through swollen lips.

Dean gagged as the blunt head hit the back of his throat, but he made himself relax so that he could continue to take it, wanting it. Blinking away the wetness from his eyes, Dean rolled his gaze up to see Cas, who was already watching him, mouth slightly parted, eyes wide with desire, a rosy flush colouring his cheeks as he thrust into Dean's willing mouth. It was such a stunning sight, especially from Dean's angle.

"God, you're so pretty," Castiel gasped – apparently they were on the same wavelength.

"Mmm mm mmnn," Dean hummed in response.

Cas cried out, and jerked Dean's head off of his cock, spilling spit and precome down his chin, which Dean wiped off with the back of his hand. He stood panting for a moment, hand still in Dean's short hair.

"Wall or bed?"

Dean wanted to say 'wall', he really did, but he didn't think that his legs could take it, he hadn't even tried to get up yet, but he already knew they were jelly.

"Bed…"

Cas nodded, "Alright, on the bed then, let me take care of you."

"Yes, Doctor," Dean scrambled as fast as he could to get on the bed, while Cas opened a couple of drawers in the bedside table, and retrieved the promised lube.

He waited as patiently as he could up on all fours, a slight tremble of anticipation ran through him though. It didn't help that Cas was taking his sweet time, and then Dean felt the mattress dip behind him, and the thud of a belt hitting the floor. He swallowed hard, and subconsciously spread his legs a little wider.

Large palms slid up the backs of his thighs, over the mounds of his ass cheeks, and gripped into the waistband of his pants," Let's take a look, shall we…" Cas said in a faux professional voice before slipping Dean's briefs and scrubs over his ass, and half way down his thighs, so they were just out of the way, but still snuggly covering the front of him.

He was fully clothed, except for his ass, and yet he somehow felt more exposed than if he'd been stripped naked.

Cas patted his ass cheek gently, and raised the back of his shirt slightly, where Dean felt soft lips press along his lower back, tongue dipping into his dimples, and Dean shivered. A moment later he was whining loudly, face to the mattress, fingers curled in the covers, as Cas used his thumb to lightly wiggle the decent sized butt plug, that was keeping him stretched open.

"So sensitive," Cas commented flippantly.

This was why they'd been late to the party. It had been last minute, a request from Dean, who'd finally found the nerve to ask for something that he wanted. He may have overestimated just how long he thought he could withstand though, since they were supposed to finish up at home, not in the guest room of their friend's house while the party was still going.

"Caaasss…please," Dean begged. Now that the rest of him was thrumming with desire, and Cas was playing with the plug, he was instantly desperate.

Cas traced the stretched rim with the tip of his finger, and then said "Relax for me, I'm going to take it out."

He did exactly that the moment Dean had visibly relaxed – as much as he could - and Dean whimpered at the devastating emptiness.

"Need you," his voice raw with want.

Cas shifted on the bed, and Dean shuddered as he felt cool lube drip onto his asshole, it was almost soothing.

"Ask me properly, Nurse, and I'll give you what you need…"

"Nnggkk…Doctor, please…"

"You can do better than that, say what you're dying to say," Cas instructed as he nudged his slick cockhead against Dean's waiting entrance.

Dean bit his lip, there was one little thing that would complete his fantasy…but what if…? No, he had to trust Cas, trust that he already knew what Dean wanted to say and was okay with it. They'd come this far, hadn't they?

"I need you to fuck me, make me come, please, Doctor Sexy."

"Good boy," Cas whispered, then slowly pushed inside him, inch by inch, the fit a little tight since he was slightly bigger than the plug they'd used.

They were both panting, and Cas had only just fully seated himself, sharp hipbones cupping Dean's ass.

"You okay?" Cas checked.

Dean swallowed thickly, and nodded, not sure he could form words at that point in time.

"Good," Cas breathed, resting his forehead on Dean's back for a moment, "dear god, you feel amazing."

"Same," he managed, waiting for Cas to start moving.

Thankfully he did rather quickly after that, hips snapping back and forth, hands on Dean's helping to pull him back against Castiel's body as he pushed forward into Dean's. It wasn't the most graceful sex they'd ever engaged in, this was raw need and desire for the other, for pleasure, taking physical form, consuming them, wearing them down to their base instincts.

Something like this wasn't meant to last, it was about the journey, not the final leg of the race, and that's where they were now. Bodies writhing against each other, the scent of sex, sweat and bodily fluids in the air, sharing the space with the sounds of skin slapping skin, and overused vocal cords squeezing out sharp moans between ragged breaths.

It wasn't meant to last, because it couldn't. They couldn't keep up the intense pace, nor could their strung out bodies contain what was building any longer. The spring was coiled, the heat pooled, waiting, tiptoeing the tightrope, ready to fall.

"C-c-cas…"

"Ask."

"Tou-touch me?"

Castiel didn't bother fumbling with clothes, and Dean didn't need it to be skin to skin contact, he just wanted to feel that hand on his cock, coaxing, commanding him to come.

The touch was firm, possessive, and exactly what Dean needed. His arm flung out and drew in a nearby pillow, just in time too. He felt his orgasm crest, and it was like fireworks went off inside of him, and exited his cock into his underwear. Wave after wave hit him, and he screamed into the pillow, teeth clenched into the pillow cover, muffling the sound until he was milked of everything that he had to give.

He was vaguely aware of Castiel finishing inside him mere moments later with a deep, growling moan, and fingers digging into Dean's hips hard enough to bruise.

It was Cas who helped Dean to discard his pants and ruined underwear, and then cleaned them up as best he could with the supplies he'd found stashed with the lube. Eventually he laid down next to Dean and pulled him in close with a kiss to his forehead.

"So, just to confirm, it was a sex thing?" Castiel teased after they'd rested a bit.

"Shut up, Cas," Dean elbowed him lightly, feeling extraordinarily elated.

Once Cas had finished chuckling, he asked a little more soberly, "Glad you spoke up about what you wanted?"

Dean nodded against Castiel's chest, "You know I am, but you also know I'm a work in progress."

"We all are."

Snuggling further into his boyfriend's side, Dean pressed a chaste kiss to his smooth cheek, "I love you, Cas."

"I love you too, Dean," Cas replied, holding him just that little bit tighter.

XXX

Dean awoke to sunlight streaming in through blinds that he didn't own, and the smell of bacon. He'd laid there for a good, long few moments, enjoying the warmth of the man curled around his back, and then suddenly it hit him.

Oh, shit.

"Cas…Cas, sweetheart, wake up…"

"Mmnn…huh? Dea' wha's wrong?"

"We fucking fell asleep! It's morning," he hissed quietly.

Castiel's eyes flicked open, "Oh…oops," then he settled back into the pillows and tried to draw Dean back in to, but when Dean didn't come, Cas added, "Lu and Balthazar won't mind, Dean, there's no need to stress."

"Okay, but we should still get up, it's…" Dean tried to check his phone that he'd fished out of his pants, but it was dead, "I don't know what time, but it smells like our hosts are already awake."

"They're early risers, it's probably only seven," Cas countered, not budging.

"Caaassss…"

He sighed, long and deep, then murmured, "Okay, fine, I'll get up."

"Thank you," Dean didn't want to overstay their welcome, especially since they hadn't even asked to stay over.

After dressing, using the bathroom, and tidying the bedroom, the couple wandered out to the common area of the house.

Lu was in the kitchen making breakfast, while Balthazar was doing a bit of clean up. The first thing that Dean noticed was a very clear line of hickeys down Lu's neck that continued over his collarbone, past one of his many tattoos, and under the loosely tied silk dressing gown that he was wearing. That was a regular sight on Lu though, the pair clearly had one hell of a sex life, and they weren't shy about it.

"Good morning, sleepy heads," Balthazar greeted with a smile.

There was a round of "Morning" from everyone.

Dean scrubbed the back of his neck, "Hey, uh, sorry we didn't mean to crash here last night," he apologised sheepishly.

"Pssshhtt."

"It's no problem at all," Lu insisted, seconding his husband, "I take it you guys had a good night…?"

"Oh, yeah, the party was great," Dean assured them with a nod.

Lu smirked, but it was Balthazar who said, "That's not what he meant."

Dean flushed, the situation not being helped by the fact that they'd had no choice but to wear last night's clothes.

"We had a good night, thank you," Cas answered for them, Dean was still too easily flustered by that sort of talk.

"Good, good. Are you staying for breakfast?" Lu queried, changing topics, "I'm making bacon and pancakes."

On one hand Dean wanted to go home and shower, on the other hand, how could he turn down bacon and pancakes? He merely looked at Cas and it was settled.

"That'd be lovely, as long as we aren't putting you out…"

"Nah, there's plenty. Sit. Eat," Lu pointed to the stools at the breakfast bar with his spatula, and then went back to the stove.

And so they parked their butts, ate a decent helping of bacon and pancakes, and chatted with their friends until morning became afternoon.

Halloween was over for another year, but it was definitely one that Dean wouldn't forget. Now he had three hundred and sixty four days to think of another great couples costume.

Idly he wondered how Cas felt about cowboys…