Trick or Treat or Else Part 3/4
An hour later, Sam is beyond ready to be done with Trick-or-Treating. Dean’s having a great time, talking animatedly to other kids and to the adults giving out candy, and he’s been great about following Sam’s rules. It’s just damn exhausting to have to be on such constant watch, and Sam hasn’t let anyone within a five foot radius of Dean without giving them the evil eye.
“Dean, next house is the last one, okay?” Sam says, looking down at Dean. He’s been scrubbing at his eyes the last few minutes, but he shakes his head determinedly.
“Not yet,” he whines. Sam rolls his eyes.
“Yes yet. You’ve got enough candy to rot all your teeth out!” He says, leaning over to tickle Dean in the ribs. Dean yelps and giggles,
squirming away.
It’s with some horror that Sam realizes that while talking to Dean, a large group of Trick-or-Treaters, all clearly high school age or older, has swarmed around them, and as Dean squirms away he disappears.
“Dean!” Sam bellows, elbowing his way through the crowd. “Dean!”
Damn it, Dean’s so tiny and Sam can’t see him anywhere and why are these guys out tonight anyway and what the hell is he going to do-
The group finally dissipates, moving on down the street, and Sam’s left alone. Utterly, frighteningly alone.
A small headband with antennas on it is lying dejectedly in the street.
“No! Dean!” Sam cries, picking up the headband and clutching it tightly. One antenna has been bent in half and dangles sadly. Sam doesn’t notice.
“Dean! Dean!” He starts after the group of kids, but stops when he hears a blood curdling scream behind him.
“Sammy!”
“Dean, next house is the last one, okay?” Sam says, looking down at Dean. He’s been scrubbing at his eyes the last few minutes, but he shakes his head determinedly.
“Not yet,” he whines. Sam rolls his eyes.
“Yes yet. You’ve got enough candy to rot all your teeth out!” He says, leaning over to tickle Dean in the ribs. Dean yelps and giggles,
squirming away.
It’s with some horror that Sam realizes that while talking to Dean, a large group of Trick-or-Treaters, all clearly high school age or older, has swarmed around them, and as Dean squirms away he disappears.
“Dean!” Sam bellows, elbowing his way through the crowd. “Dean!”
Damn it, Dean’s so tiny and Sam can’t see him anywhere and why are these guys out tonight anyway and what the hell is he going to do-
The group finally dissipates, moving on down the street, and Sam’s left alone. Utterly, frighteningly alone.
A small headband with antennas on it is lying dejectedly in the street.
“No! Dean!” Sam cries, picking up the headband and clutching it tightly. One antenna has been bent in half and dangles sadly. Sam doesn’t notice.
“Dean! Dean!” He starts after the group of kids, but stops when he hears a blood curdling scream behind him.
“Sammy!”