MIcrobang fic- Maybe Next Year
Title: Maybe Next Year
Rating/Content: G, Gen
Word Count: 703
Notes: Written for twisted_slinky
spn_bigpretzel Halloween Reverse Micro-bang art, seen below.
Summary: Cas loves a friendly wager as much as the next guy, but this year, he's determined to win.
It’s simple. They each pick a costume, and whichever costume shows up most frequently in the mix of trick or treaters wins gloating rights for a year. For such a simple wager, it’s amazing how many of the same arguments come up year after year.
Crowley wants to claim the devils, and he isn’t backing down. “I don’t bloody well care if I’m technically not the devil, It’s the closest thing I’ve got. How many “kings” do you see out here trick or treating? None. I get the devils.”
“Fine,” Tessa sighs, then turns her attention to Death. “Come on, just this once? You get the reapers every year.”
“That’s because I am The Reaper, and you are merely a reaper,” he replies calmly, popping a milk dud into his mouth.
Castiel says nothing and eyes the scoreboard. He has high hopes this year for the angel costumes, because he did the decorating. He’s never won before, and this year he put a lot of thought into how to increase his odds.
His theory is that the decorations in the past have been too scary. Mostly, they attract older teens, giving a distinct advantage to Dean who claims “slutty cheerleader” without fail. Crowley has a slight advantage as well, because the devils go both ways- regular devils and slutty devils. Death seldom wins, but he doesn’t really care, he’s just here for the candy.
So this year, Cas insisted on going with “spooky” rather than “terrifying” or “gory.” The porch of the house they use every year is alight with fat, cheery pumpkins and cuddly black cats.
The first trick or treaters approach, and there’s a brief discussion about whether Sam gets the points for the Mad Scientist even though he and Dean aren’t back with the beer yet. Tessa gets a point for the Witch, but she pouts about it nonetheless. Death should just really let her have a turn with the reapers for once.
By the time Sam and Dean return, Tessa isn’t pouting any longer. Turns out, the most popular princess of the year, Elsa from Frozen, is also, technically at least, a witch. Cas tries not to let her gloating bother him too much as he peers hopefully down the road. Not a single angel yet. He doesn’t get it.
As the night wears on, his hopes grow dimmer and dimmer. Tessa is still in the lead, followed closely by Crowley and Dean. Even Sam has points for the three mad scientists. In fact, it’s Sam who notices that Cas hasn’t scored any points yet. Cas tries to put on a cheerful smile when Sam glances at him, and then the scoreboard, and then back again, but the truth is that it’s past eleven o’clock and most of the little angels will have been brought home by their parents by now. He guesses he might get a few slutty angels or dark angels at this point, but Crowley usually argues that the dark angels technically fall under the devil category anyway.
At midnight, they call it. Tessa has won with all her Elsas and candy-corn witches and mothers who wear witche’s hats just to get into the spirit.
Dean and Crowley start gathering the beer and candy to bring the party inside, while Tessa parades around in the completely tacky belt they had made years ago that says “King of Halloween.” She’s had enough to drink that she doesn’t even bitch about it not saying “Queen.”
“I’ll help you, Cas,” Sam offers, as Cas moves around, blowing out candles and collecting his stuffed black cats. “Tough luck this year, huh?”
“I just don’t understand- what?” Cas asks when he sees the look on Sam’s face. Sam is studying one of the pumpkins that had been set out on the porch steps. “What is it?” he asks again. Surely nothing could be wrong with the decorations… he’d taken such care.
Sam thins his lip and knits his brow into a sympathetic expression. He turns the pumpkin around and holds it out for Cas to see.
The pumpkin is emblazoned with a hastily painted anti-angel sigil. Beneath it are the words,
Better luck next year my friend!, Love and kisses, Crowley.
Rating/Content: G, Gen
Word Count: 703
Notes: Written for twisted_slinky
spn_bigpretzel Halloween Reverse Micro-bang art, seen below.
Summary: Cas loves a friendly wager as much as the next guy, but this year, he's determined to win.
It’s simple. They each pick a costume, and whichever costume shows up most frequently in the mix of trick or treaters wins gloating rights for a year. For such a simple wager, it’s amazing how many of the same arguments come up year after year.
Crowley wants to claim the devils, and he isn’t backing down. “I don’t bloody well care if I’m technically not the devil, It’s the closest thing I’ve got. How many “kings” do you see out here trick or treating? None. I get the devils.”
“Fine,” Tessa sighs, then turns her attention to Death. “Come on, just this once? You get the reapers every year.”
“That’s because I am The Reaper, and you are merely a reaper,” he replies calmly, popping a milk dud into his mouth.
Castiel says nothing and eyes the scoreboard. He has high hopes this year for the angel costumes, because he did the decorating. He’s never won before, and this year he put a lot of thought into how to increase his odds.
His theory is that the decorations in the past have been too scary. Mostly, they attract older teens, giving a distinct advantage to Dean who claims “slutty cheerleader” without fail. Crowley has a slight advantage as well, because the devils go both ways- regular devils and slutty devils. Death seldom wins, but he doesn’t really care, he’s just here for the candy.
So this year, Cas insisted on going with “spooky” rather than “terrifying” or “gory.” The porch of the house they use every year is alight with fat, cheery pumpkins and cuddly black cats.
The first trick or treaters approach, and there’s a brief discussion about whether Sam gets the points for the Mad Scientist even though he and Dean aren’t back with the beer yet. Tessa gets a point for the Witch, but she pouts about it nonetheless. Death should just really let her have a turn with the reapers for once.
By the time Sam and Dean return, Tessa isn’t pouting any longer. Turns out, the most popular princess of the year, Elsa from Frozen, is also, technically at least, a witch. Cas tries not to let her gloating bother him too much as he peers hopefully down the road. Not a single angel yet. He doesn’t get it.
As the night wears on, his hopes grow dimmer and dimmer. Tessa is still in the lead, followed closely by Crowley and Dean. Even Sam has points for the three mad scientists. In fact, it’s Sam who notices that Cas hasn’t scored any points yet. Cas tries to put on a cheerful smile when Sam glances at him, and then the scoreboard, and then back again, but the truth is that it’s past eleven o’clock and most of the little angels will have been brought home by their parents by now. He guesses he might get a few slutty angels or dark angels at this point, but Crowley usually argues that the dark angels technically fall under the devil category anyway.
At midnight, they call it. Tessa has won with all her Elsas and candy-corn witches and mothers who wear witche’s hats just to get into the spirit.
Dean and Crowley start gathering the beer and candy to bring the party inside, while Tessa parades around in the completely tacky belt they had made years ago that says “King of Halloween.” She’s had enough to drink that she doesn’t even bitch about it not saying “Queen.”
“I’ll help you, Cas,” Sam offers, as Cas moves around, blowing out candles and collecting his stuffed black cats. “Tough luck this year, huh?”
“I just don’t understand- what?” Cas asks when he sees the look on Sam’s face. Sam is studying one of the pumpkins that had been set out on the porch steps. “What is it?” he asks again. Surely nothing could be wrong with the decorations… he’d taken such care.
Sam thins his lip and knits his brow into a sympathetic expression. He turns the pumpkin around and holds it out for Cas to see.
The pumpkin is emblazoned with a hastily painted anti-angel sigil. Beneath it are the words,
Better luck next year my friend!, Love and kisses, Crowley.