"Okay, how do I look?" You asked Dean, stepping out of the bathroom and fixing your hat.

You both were huge Halloween fans and you absolutely loved dressing up, carving pumpkins and doing all that other things. You even went trick or tricking once (not that any of you remember what happened exactly since you got totally wasted in a bar beforehand). But, you simply adored that day, since it let you forget about the supernatural world for once and put on silly outfits, just having fun.

You had a tradition of doing matching costumes and this year couldn't be any different. You already were dressed up as Fred and Daphne, Leon The Professional and Matilda and even Linguini and Remy from 'Ratatouille'. This year, however, you decided to dress up as something simple, ultimately landing on cowboys to Dean's joy.

He was standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom, pretending to shoot his opponent (with his real gun obviously), a sheriff star attached to his coat and the cowboy hat on his head. As soon as you asked him, he turned to face you and his eyes went wide.

"Perfect, babygirl," he said with a smirk, putting his gun away and walking up to you, wrapping his hands around his waist. "And what about me?" He asked cockily.

"Well, what was that rule?" You hummed, looking him up and down, and then fixing his star. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy?" A cheeky smile appeared on your face as you watched his eyes change.

"Better stop saying things like that if you want us to step out of this room tonight," he hummed, crashing his lips on yours.