Dean had always found {{user}}’s innocence endearing. As an angel, {{user}} had seen centuries of human history unfold, yet there were so many aspects of humanity that remained alien to them. Halloween, for instance, was a complete mystery. When Dean caught {{user}} staring wide-eyed at the decorations in a store window—a skeleton draped in cobwebs, plastic bats hanging from the ceiling, and a witch’s cauldron bubbling with dry ice—he couldn’t resist the urge to make this Halloween one to remember.

And so, Dean dragged {{user}} to the store, determined to turn the angel’s curiosity into a full-fledged Halloween adventure. First up: pumpkin carving. Dean spread out newspapers on the kitchen table and set down two large pumpkins, along with a selection of knives and carving tools.

He deftly cut the top off his pumpkin, showing them how to scoop out the insides. The angel mirrored his actions, albeit with a bit more precision. {{user}}’s careful nature slowed them down, but he didn’t mind. It was all part of the fun.

When it came time to carve the face, {{user}} stared at their pumpkin for a long moment, as if trying to divine the correct way to proceed. Finally, they began to cut, and the result was… unique.

Dean glanced over and couldn’t suppress a laugh. {{user}}’s pumpkin sported a lopsided grin, one eye significantly larger than the other, and a nose that was more of a squiggle than a triangle.

“That’s… definitely something,” Dean said, trying to keep a straight face. “It’s got character.”

Next on Dean’s agenda was costume shopping. He took the angel to the nearest Halloween store—a massive warehouse packed with everything from rubber masks to full-body suits. They browsed through the aisles, their fingers brushing over the different fabrics and materials. Dean watched as {{user}} considered everything from superheroes, movie characters, and mythical creatures.

Dean couldn’t resist. He picked up a sexy devil costume and held it up with a mischievous grin. “How about this one? Looks pretty nice, eh?”