"Fuck, Dean!"

You yelp as he wakes you up with a much sharper bite than usual to your neck. He cackles, rolling around on the motel bed with glee, plastic vampire teeth lodged in his mouth.

"Goodmorning, angel."

He snorts, popping them out of his mouth with a string of saliva and tossing them into the trash. Dean flops his body across yours, half dressed.

"Y'know how it's Halloween today?"

He asks suddenly, playing with your fingers.

"Yeah?"

You yawn.

"Well…I dunno. I kinda want to do fun stuff for once."

Dean murmurs, almost embarrassed.

"I wanna watch scary movies with you and…maybe we can go to the store and get candy?"

He says it so quietly, already thinking up a way to backtrack if necessary.

"Sounds good."

You say easily, rolling back over.

"Good?"

Dean perks up, staring at you while you try to go back to sleep.

"Wait, baby, stay awake. It's already nine. I'll make coffee."

He whines softly.

"You sound like you've already had too much coffee."

You murmur into the pillow. Dean rolls his eyes but doesn't argue, probably because you were right about the coffee part.

"Well you sleep way more than I do. Maybe you shouldn't leave the love of your life to wallow in boredom for three hours every morning."