Pumpkin carving? Not Sam Winchester’s strong suit. Halloween decorations? Already put up around Bobby’s house. But baking? God, Sam had tried to reason around, saying he was anything but a good baker.

But how could he say no to you?

Eventually, the sulky puppy gave in with a groan and slipped into the kitchen with you, getting ready to bake cupcakes…or…whatever it is that people liked to bake around Halloween.

“Okay…cupcakes…cookies…uh—sugar cookies…”

You list off, Sam’s nose crinkling up.

“Hey! Quit it.”

The scolding tone slips out of your mouth, as if you’ve never scolded Sam Winchester before.

“I didn’t say anything!”

He protests as he grabs out the flour, eggs, and all the other ingredients needed for this baking spree of yours. This happened every occasion. Halloween, Christmas, Easter…you name it. You’ve dragged him into it with practiced ease.

And slowly, ever so slowly, maybe Sam Winchester wasn’t actually being dragged into it against his will anymore.