Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Halloween Party

*Imagine hosting a Halloween Party at the bunker*
This one is a little bit late... And a little bit odd...

"Alright, listen up Winchesters. We have two days to turn this boring environment into a spooky house of horrors." I announce as I stride into the library, interrupting the two at being nerds. Sam's reading one of the many books while Dean's playing around with a sword he found in a glass case in his room. I'm not even surprised, to be honest. This perfectly describes the two brothers.

They stop and look at me in shock, while Dean just looks like I told him I'm pregnant. I roll my eyes at their expressions and walk to them, grabbing each of their sleeves and dragging them with extreme force towards the door. And I think that's when they snap out of their daze. The two of them pull away from my iron grip.

"Whoa whoa whoa. What's this I hear about a party, (Y/N)?" Dean sets his sword down. Well, that's what I said, right? God I swear sometimes they're the most dense hunters out there.

"We're hosting a Halloween party and we can't cancel because I already sent out the invites" I smile, knowing that there's no way in Hell they'd let me do this unless they absolutely have to.

"No way, (Y/N). This is ridiculous. No party is being held here or anywhere near here. Who did you invite anyway?" Sam asks, rubbing his temples. It's clear that he's pissed. Or, well, not impressed.

"Yes, Sammy. It's happening. And you're gonna be the one hanging up cobwebs in high places. Go stretch, moose." I glare at Sam and point at him while Dean smirks in amusement a little. This is going to happen whether they like it or not. I can't just un-invite them!

"I invited almost everyone that we know and get along with, so expect at least ten people. A mini party if you will. Now, get your keys Dean-o because we're going shopping for food and decorations. Oh! And costumes." I explain and watch as terror slowly seeps into their eyes. This is the highlight of my week. This is what I live for.

I see Sam about to complain, but I give him one of my best bitchfaces which I've learned from him. "Sam, no. Think of all the nights I whined and complained because we either hunt or sulk around all the time. I want this party and we are going to have this party. I don't want you two complaining, or so god help me." I growl at the two of them, making sure I look as threatening as possible. But I'm as intimidating as a pink butterfly on a cupcake so I guess this might not be my best tactic. Although by the looks of it, it's working just fine.

"Now, shortbust get the car running because we're turning this house spoopy." I grin as defeat engraves itself on their faces.

~Time skip about 3 hours?~

"No way, (Y/N)." Sam exclaims, looking at the funny and ironic costume. What? It's pretty funny and awesome in my opinion. I throw the costume at Sam, basically forcing him to catch it.

"Yes way, Sam. C'mon. Just once." I plead with him, watching as he has a mental debate with himself. And by the looks of it, I've won. He looks at me in defeat and puts the Moose costume into the trolley alongside tons of decorations and food. Now, let's check on Dean.

Speaking of the devil, Dean appears next to me with a smirk and holds up a costume that strangely resembles Spocks uniform. Oh wait, it's the exact same. "Well, I'll be sticking with this baby. Now, what's up next?"
He asks as he sets his costume on top of Sams with a chuckle. I think he's a little bit excited for this.

"Well, we still need to buy some alcohol, so Dean get on that one. Sammy, take care of the crisps. I'll go and get some led lights. Meet at the checkouts in an hour." I explain and turn around with the shopping cart to go and get my items.