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You scrunched up your nose and frowned, the scent of the raw squash in front of you assaulting your sense of smell and the goopy innards taunting you with the itchy mess they promised. "What's wrong?" Sam asked, looking at you from behind his own pumpkin – a pumpkin that had taken a great deal of convincing to get into the bunker. As it turns out, the boys weren't very big on Halloween. You looked up and frowned again. "I don't want to clean it out. I forgot how ... icky it was." Sam shook his head and laughed, going back to his no-doubt meticulously carved pumpkin. The message was clear: you made your bed, now you have to lie in it. But then Dean, to your surprise, leaned over and said, "Do you want some help?" For some hopeless reason you found a warm flush spreading over your cheeks as you stuttered your response, making Dean shoot you a confused look. But then confusion and all the green-eyed hunter moved his chair unfairly close to your own and began hollowing out your pumpkin, occasionally dangling a handful of the orange insides in front of your face and making you squeal. "Dean!" You ducked to dodge the stringy pumpkin guts being swung in front of your face. "Stop that!" He grinned and dropped the offending goop on the newspaper-covered steel table. "I'm sorry," he said, "it's just so fun to watch you squirm." You narrowed your eyes at Dean and steeled yourself for what you were about to do next, quickly grabbing a handful of pumpkin innards and flinging it at him. Dean was so shocked that he barely had a chance to duck, earning an orange splotch and his shoulder that narrowly missed his face. "Not so fun when it's on you, is it?" You had a wide grin on your face and out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam get up and leave, mumbling something about you and his brother being childish. You couldn't help but agree. And then Dean reached for the pile of pumpkin guts in the center of the table. You kicked your chair out from under you and bolted for the door, not even turning to look at the hunter whose heavy footsteps were now closing in on you. "Happy Halloween!"
