THAT TIME OF YEAR …
WOW: wrap and cool. Dean's excited about Hallowe'en approaching. Sam, on the other hand...
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"Hey Sam, we need to get ready, it's Hallowe'en soon."
"Oh Dean, really? You know I don't like Hallowe'en."
"Sam, lighten up. Hallowe'en's so cool."
"Really? Tell me what's so cool about it."
"Well, there's the decorations and the costumes."
"Yeah, and…"
"Then there's the candy."
"Yeah, and …"
"Candy Sam. Hallowe'en means you can eat all the candy you want."
"Dean, do we have to? I don't wanna have to wrap myself in toilet paper to be a stupid freaking mummy again. That was such a waste. Plus I don't think I can stomach seeing you dressed as a demon again."
"Yeah… that red body paint took a while to wash off, didn't it."
"Don't remind me."
"Anyway, stop being a sad old sad act Sammy. I'm gonna start preparing. I need to get pumpkins, decorations, and costumes, then I'll make toffee apples, s'mores, apple pie and pumpkin cake. Of course, I've gotta get marshmallows for the hot chocolate, and I'm going to get a week's worth of candy. D'you know what, Sam, I'm going to really treat us and get TWO weeks' worth of candy.
sigh* "OK Dean. And I guess I'll stock up on the Peptol Bismol."
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