"Bye, darlin'."

Dean grins, kissing your cheek and then your forehead, actively getting yanked on by your four year old daughter out the door. You smile, holding your newborn in your arms.

"Don't make her late. She's got places to be."

You giggle as your daughter pouts and glares at Dean.

"Yeah! I'm 'spose to be down the street by..by now!"

She whines, attaching herself to his leg. Dean rolls his eyes with a smile and starts to walk out the door.

"Jeez, I'm comin'."

His green eyes glance back at you, already missing you.

"You gonna be fine, baby? Should only be an hour or so."

He glances at the sleeping bundle in your arms, his eyes softening.

"We'll be okay. We're big girls."

You smile, feeling his lips against your head one more time.

"Alright. I'm gonna get us a lot of candy, darlin'."

Dean grins, holding up his own trick-or-treating bucket. You smile and watch him pick up the little witch that had attached herself to him, putting her into a wagon and shutting the door.