Trick or Treat or Else Part 2/4
Dean is so cute it hurts. He’s got black pants on with a red shirt, complete with wings on the back, polka dots and all. A headband with black, floppy antennas is perched on his head, and Sam’s hoping that his brother’s slightly longer than normal hair will be long enough to keep it in place, because his only other option is tape and he doesn’t think Dean will appreciate that. Dean’s chirping happily about something, hasn’t stopped talking since he put his costume on, and he’s running around their room now, swinging his pumpkin candy bucket wildly.
“Whoa there, calm down!” Sam laughs, catching Dean in his arms. “I’m going to take a picture and then we can go, okay?”
Dean nods, but he’s practically vibrating as he tries to stand still for the picture. Sam snaps one with his phone and shoots a quick text to
Bobby with the picture attached, then kneels down in front of Dean.
“Okay kid, we need to set some ground rules. Got it?”
“Got it,” Dean says solemnly.
“First rule,” Sam says, smiling softly as Dean proudly holds up one tiny finger. “Yep, good job. First rule is that you stay with me. What’s the first rule?”
“Stay with you!” Dean yells.
“Good. Second rule.” Dean holds up two fingers, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth with the concentration that requires. “Nice job, Dean. Second rule is that you don’t eat any candy unless I look at it first. Got it?”
Dean nods, a bit less enthusiastic this time. “But why?” He whines.
Sam really doesn’t want to get into what could go wrong, so he pulls the card that he swore to himself from a very young age he would never, ever use.
“Because I said so.”
Dean frowns and crosses his arms petulantly. It’s hard to take him seriously- he’s just so damn cute.
“Dean. What’s the second rule?” Sam makes his tone firm.
Dean kicks at the ground, still frowning.
“We aren’t going until I know you understand. Second rule?”
“Don’t eat the candy.”
“Unless I look at it. After I check, you can have it back.”
Dean lights up.
“Really? I can eat it?”
Sam laughs.
“Of course, silly. I just have to look first.”
“Can we go now? Please? Pleeease?” Dean yells, bouncing up and down.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get out of here.”
“Whoa there, calm down!” Sam laughs, catching Dean in his arms. “I’m going to take a picture and then we can go, okay?”
Dean nods, but he’s practically vibrating as he tries to stand still for the picture. Sam snaps one with his phone and shoots a quick text to
Bobby with the picture attached, then kneels down in front of Dean.
“Okay kid, we need to set some ground rules. Got it?”
“Got it,” Dean says solemnly.
“First rule,” Sam says, smiling softly as Dean proudly holds up one tiny finger. “Yep, good job. First rule is that you stay with me. What’s the first rule?”
“Stay with you!” Dean yells.
“Good. Second rule.” Dean holds up two fingers, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth with the concentration that requires. “Nice job, Dean. Second rule is that you don’t eat any candy unless I look at it first. Got it?”
Dean nods, a bit less enthusiastic this time. “But why?” He whines.
Sam really doesn’t want to get into what could go wrong, so he pulls the card that he swore to himself from a very young age he would never, ever use.
“Because I said so.”
Dean frowns and crosses his arms petulantly. It’s hard to take him seriously- he’s just so damn cute.
“Dean. What’s the second rule?” Sam makes his tone firm.
Dean kicks at the ground, still frowning.
“We aren’t going until I know you understand. Second rule?”
“Don’t eat the candy.”
“Unless I look at it. After I check, you can have it back.”
Dean lights up.
“Really? I can eat it?”
Sam laughs.
“Of course, silly. I just have to look first.”
“Can we go now? Please? Pleeease?” Dean yells, bouncing up and down.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get out of here.”