Supernatural Preferences

Halloween

I'm a total Halloween whore and I fucking slayed in my costume this year. I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS LATE I'M SORRY.

Dean- "Halloween is the best day of the year," you stated.

"You would really put it above Christmas? Your birthday? Pie day?"

"It's Pi day, Dean," you retorted with a bitch face. "And yes, I would."

He scoffed and gave up trying to argue with you. No one could change your opinion on Halloween.

Dean watched as you scampered off to your room, probably to get into your costume.

"Y/N's still trying to convince you to go out?" Sam asked, walking into the library with a book in his hand.

"Yeah, I keep telling her there's gonna be a helluva lotta cases tonight. But she obviously won't budge."

Sam rolled his eyes and patted his brother on the shoulder. "Just enjoy spending time with her; I'll take care of the local cases."

"Come on, Sammy, you know I only like this holiday because of the free candy." He whined.

"So are you saying you don't like my costume?" You asked innocently from the doorway.

Their heads whipped around and their jaws hit the floor. You were wearing a tight black dress that was mostly unbuttoned and the skirt clung to your ass and thighs. The letters 'FBI' were sewn on the chest and on the cap you had perched on your head. You had knee high black boots on, the ones that Dean loved and you gave him a shit-eating grin when you saw him ogling them.

"You know what?" Dean said slowly, "I think I've found a new love for Halloween."

Sam- You huffed as you collapsed onto the backseat of the Impala, blood slowly oozing out of your leg from where a ghost had managed to throw you into a spiked fence. Thankfully, Sam and Dean had taken care of the bones before it did any more harm.

"I fucking hate Halloween," you seethed as gritted your teeth and rolled up your pant leg. "We always get the crappiest jobs."

"It's no worse than any other day for us," Sam remarked, lightly dabbing at the sizeable gash on your shin with a rag.

"Whatever, Sasquatch." You grumble.

Dean scoffed and revved the engine, causing Sam to shoot him a dirty look as he finished patching you up and got into the passenger seat.

The three of you drove back to the bunker more of less in silence, only the occasional joke being thrown around whenever you drove passed somebody dressed up as one of your typical monsters.

Finally, you pulled into the bunker's garage and all of you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

"Right," Dean announced, clapping his hands together. "I'm going to relax with a beer in my room. You two lovebirds better not interrupt me."

He winked at you before strolling through the halls to his bedroom. Sam turned to you and have you an apologetic smile, something he had had to do a lot after you had moved in with them.

"Go shower," he instructed gently.

"Why, do I smell that bad?" You joked and he rolled his eyes in response. "Okay, okay, I'm going."

You padded off to the bathroom and embraced the hot steam as the water washed away the blood and grime. Afterwards, you wrapped yourself in a dry towel, brushing your hair through and pulling on a fluffy dressing gown. When you entered the bedroom you found Sam buried under a pile of blankets and the tv paused on the opening credits of your favourite scary movie.