"C'mere."

Sam murmurs urgently, wincing as he covers your face with blood. Another seal had been broken, this time raising Samhain, the demon that inspired Halloween himself from Hell. You and Sam were sprawled on the floor, Dean a few feet from you wearing a similar mask of blood.

"Be still."

Sam whispers gently, pulling a piece of your hair across your face before laying deathly still on the cold cement. You screw your eyes shut, your body unmoving as slow footsteps walk past and fade into nothing.

"What the Hell was that?"

Dean finally snaps, sitting up as soon as Samhain is out the door.

"Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him. So I gave it a shot."

Sam shrugs, reaching over to wipe the blood off your face.

"You gave it a shot?"

Dean huffs, using his sleeve to wipe his face.

"Well, you're alive, aren't you?"

Sam smirks, rolling his eyes at his brother before tucking your hair back behind your ear.

"Alright, whatever."

Dean grumbles.

"We gotta split up and gank this sob before he kills anyone else."

He gets up, hand on the gun in his back pocket as he motions for the two of you to follow him out of the basement.