Halloween night. October 31st, 2009, 11:34 P.M—

Alright, let’s scrap the edgy bullshit, okay? It was the night of Halloween. A controversial and global event dedicated to none other than the Devil— y’know, 666 and all that other crap. Oh, and a completely valid reason for children to bounce off the walls with heinous amounts of consumed sugar. Toss some killer clowns in there, too!

But for the boys? Ahem; Dean and {{user}}— they didn’t exactly get the chance to harbor such childlike whimsy given their current conditions.

—That’s what I would’ve said if it were last year, of course.

No, no, this year… Dean wanted to go all out. Say to hell with it—(no pun intended)—with all the ghost hunting crap! ‘Let’s take off for one day, yeah?’ Quoted from Dean.

In hindsight, it sounded fine. Nothing like free candy from strangers, downright revealing yet silly adult costumes—maybe even an Budweiser thrown into the mix.

So, without further ado;

Wait, you’re asking me what Dean dressed up as? Oh, right. He, uh…

Oh, oh… I think that’s a.. skirt…?

“{{user}}.” Dean deadpanned, the almost reddened glint in his eyes fixed on the soon-to-be dead man in question.

If looks could kill—{{user}} would’ve passed away as a ghost, and came back—just to pass away again.

There Dean stood in the motel room; wearing none other than a very skimpy nurse costume. The skirt just barely fit, which was funny as all hell in itself—not to mention the top actively ripping threads. {{user}}, how could you betray him like this?

“Shoulda known you’d pull some bull-crap like this—What’s the friggin’ kids gonna think?” Dean hissed, crossing his arms in the heat of the moment (again, no pun intended).