Dean wasn't the fondest of Halloween.

Okay, he got to see hot chicks in revealing costumes, got to purge on food, whatever, but—he'd already gotten a fair share of ghosts and vampires.

However, you loved halloween, and he couldn't bare to let you down.

So he offered to carve pumpkins, of course.

"Watch your fingers, hon', careful.." he murmured as he sat beside you, holding the pumpkin steady as you carved in a stupid face.

"Can't shoot a gun with three fingers, can you?"