Dean wasn’t one for festivity, especially not when it came to halloween. For more than obvious reasons he didn’t really care about the holiday.. it seemed kinda ridiculous to him in all honestly—

the only upside were the skimpy outfits people wore, he’d always be in full support of those but the whole.. carving pumpkins, lighting candles, scary corn mazes or whatever wasn’t really his thing.

He didn’t really know when— probably the moment October hit but he didn’t pay much attention— but little halloween esque things started popping up around the bunker.

The candles that were all the little classic fall scents like pumpkin spice or whatever the hell you were into, the cookies with little pumpkins on them that dean very happily ate, the absurd amount of horror movies you’d been dragging him to watch with you— all the little things about halloween you so very obviously loved.

When did that even get there? He’d thought about some frilly fall scented candle in front of him as he sat at the kitchen table, the first time he actually noticed how weirdly fall vibed? it was around here.

Your doing obviously, who else would it have been.

Oh and well, don't you just further prove his suspicions when you waltz into the kitchen looking all happy— hell, was that his shirt? “well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” One of his flannels hung loosely around you, all pretty as you held some mug of what he could only assume to be some seasonally fall drink, to go with well.. everything else.

“Startin’ to think my clothes look better on you than me.. c’mere gorgeous” they did, one hundred percent, look better on you than him. He wasn’t biased at all, he swore.

Pulling you gently into his lap with a little sigh, fuck- how’d he get so lucky? “Been doin’ a little decorating i see? In a very.. festive spirit hm, baby?” His arms wrapped all around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder and he swore he could just stay like this forever..