Lebanon’s Twenty-Third Annual Halloween Extravaganza!!! because archiought drew a thing. so then i wrote a thing. deancas, 1.2k
“Dean,” Cas says, shaking the ademphatically as if that will change his mind. “Please?”
“Come on, Dean, it’ll be fun.” Sam says.
“Mind your own business, bitch.” Dean takes another look at the ad, which proudly announces Lebanon’s Twenty-Third Annual Halloween Extravaganza!!! Three exclamation points. Seriously, three. There’s a tacky clip art of a witch, and the paper’s bright orange, and just. No. No way in hell.
“Dean,” Sam says. He glances at Cas. “It’s Cas’s first Halloween in the Bunker. I thought you wanted him to be doing human things.”
“Jesus Christ, Sammy, you want to go to a Halloween party? What is this, the second grade?”
“I never went through the second grade,” Cas says. “I want to go.”
“You want to go. You want to dress up and Trick or Treat and–”
“Yes,” Cas says. He has his serious face on, and Dean feels his conviction fading. “Halloween is one of the more bizarre human traditions, and I would like to try it.”
“Cas,” Dean says. He takes the paper from Cas’s hands, gently. “You know what we do for a living. Halloween, it’s like– it’s a joke, okay? And not a very funny one.”
Cas reaches for the ad, misses, and then reaches for Dean’s hand instead. Dean lets him hold it, lets him intertwine their fingers. “Dean, please. I want to go to this Halloween party, and I want you and Sam to come with me.”
And, well, shit. Dean can’t say no to that.