Halloween Gala

[wildlyconflictd]

Pepper couldn't remember the last time she felt so harried. Planning something this large on what was essentially short notice would have been taxing back home, but was all the more difficult on the island, which lacked most of the conveniences that made party planning actually enjoyable

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[weary_head]

They made for a stunning, if gruesome parade.

Close to a dozen zombies were gathered on the mountainside, trailing slowly upwards in as straight a path as their ruined limbs would allow. On an island momentarily sloppy with the undead, it wasn't their fluttering, tattered clothes that made them stand out, and neither was it their ghoulish, rotting faces.

It was their fabulous synchronized dance and three part harmonies.

"Yeah!" shouted Dean, square in the center of the slow moving party. "Second verse, same as the first sixty times we sang it!" The zombies tittered excitedly, and Dean opened the verse with a strong G from his guitar.

He'd picked them up near the hut. Both he and Sam had been quick to go for silver, but it soon became clear that the creatures thirsted not for flesh, but for some good old song and dance. Dean had picked up his guitar and played the first thing that came to mind - the Monster Mash. The creepy, undead bastards loved it, especially when Dean's mopey brother's mouth parted on a verse rather

[meet_sam]

Behind a tree, it stands, hidden in shadow, it's round burlap head peeking from around the trunk. It doesn't matter, no one can see, but behind the mask it is smiling, bouncing on its heels when the entire hoard does a perfectly skilled three-sixty spin.

They draw nearer and with a gleeful giggle, it darts out of its hiding place and tears across the clearing, sack full of treats bumping along the rocky ground. With a fistful of the bottom hem of the man's shorts, Samhain gives a tug, and in the other tiny, outstretched fist is a neatly wrapped chocolate bar.

[weary_head]

Dean looked down, fingers still finding the chords with ease, having already played them about a hundred times in a row already. That is, until Dean saw the chocolate.

"Well hey, little man," he greeted, grinning down at the kid in the costume. "Don't think that's how trick or treating works, but..." Damn, it was a king size.

Dean stretched out his hand. "Don't mind if I do."

[badblood_rising]

"Dude," Sam called out as he joined up with the pair, his long legs making easy work of it, especially since he didn't care if there were zombies following him in synchronized dance. "Are you seriously about to take candy from a b-- a little kid?"

He might as well have said baby, 'cause the kid didn't look big enough to be out on his own anyway. Sam looked down at him with a frown of concern. "Is your mom or dad around?"

[meet_sam]

It could just about reach, stretching up on tiptoes, letting out a tiny coo when the man reached for his chocolate bar. Then, they weren't alone. There was another, and Samhain... Samhain didn't like this one.

It took a shuffling step back, drawing the chocolate bar protectively against its chest, and let out a tiny growl.

[weary_head]

"Dude, I'm not taking, he's offering," Dean insisted, face falling at the kid's retreat. "Or he was until you ruined it!"

He dropped down on a knee, hoping the kid didn't run any further. "It's all right, little guy. The zombies freaking you out? They're cool when you get to know them, I promise."

[badblood_rising]

The kid just growled at him. Sam didn't care if he'd ruined anything half so much as if the kid might be rabid.

Sam moved forward only to give Dean some hesitant kind of backup, half a step behind him, his hands out of his pockets now. Okay, yeah, growling was weird, but watching his brother cooing at the kid from his knees... Well, Sam felt a little like an ass. "Really, it's okay," he said, mimicking his brother's tone. "They're harmless. Want us to take you to your parents?"

[meet_sam]

Parents?

Samhain made a disgusted sound, vigorously shaking its head and inching another step back. This one was going to be a problem, it could tell. Stowing the chocolate bar back into its sack, Samhain rummaged around inside of the darkened depths, letting out a tiny pleased sound when its fingers curled around what it was looking for.

With a gleeful giggle, Samhain drew its arm from the bag and lobbed the egg it'd found right at the tall one's head.

[weary_head]

He should feel worse about it, Dean thought, watching the egg fly in a graceful arc towards Sam's temple, but the truth was Dean was kind of awed that it was even happening. They were being nice to the kid and it was throwing eggs? And not at Dean?

It was too novel, and Dean stood, mouth parted in a tiny O of surprise as the egg burst open aganst Sam's head, showering his dark locks with brilliant, if goopy orange.

[badblood_rising]

The egg broke and exploded against the side of Sam's head, goop sliding down his face with fragments of shell stuck in it. He stood, shocked, and slowly lifted a hand to wipe the worst of it out of the way of his eyes.

"Okay, that's it." Sam lunged for the kid's arm. "We're finding your parents and I'm taking your eggs."

[meet_sam]

It let out a gleeful shriek, shouldering its treat sack and taking off at a run. It ducked between the two of them, tiny, felt-covered feet kicking up dirt, and headed toward the party, laughing all the way.

[weary_head]

"Okay," said Dean slowly, jerking the neck of his guitar away from Igor's questing fingers. "That was creepy. Even for us."

Not to mention disappointing. Dean really wanted that chocolate bar.

[badblood_rising]

"I hate Halloween," Sam groused. His mouth took a dangerously close to pout-like turn as he made a more serious effort to comb the egg out of his hair. "And I really don't think that was a kid."

[little_moons]

At the commotion outside, I wander out the door with a drink in hand... It's hot as fuck inside the house, with all the moving bodies, and the layers of my costume and that fuckin' fur collar don't exactly breathe, so being outside where it's a little cooler is a blessing.

But immediately, I'm even more glad I stepped out here.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

[weary_head]

"Dude," Dean echoed, "what'd the fuck?" He jerked his chin towards Igor, still standing snubbed and sullen at the front of the zombie pack. "You gonna leave my man hanging?"

[little_moons]

"Yeah, I think I am," I say, arching a brow, "I don't wanna get whatever shit that's leakin' outta him on my coat."

I don't give a fuck about my coat. Maybe I just don't like the waltz.