"Mmm, baby, wear this one."

Dean bites his lip, a grin plastered on his face as he dangles a skimpy playboy bunny costume on his finger.

"I wanna see ya in this."

He sighs, tucking a hair lovingly behind your ear.

"Everyone's a playboy bunny on Halloween."

You roll your eyes, sending him back into the trunk of costumes for something else.

"Picky, baby."

Dean huffs, his slender fingers digging through piles of thin lace.

"Well, this is cute."

He hands you a pair of tight orange shorts as he digs around for the matching Hooters top.

"Awh."

He pouts when he finds it, seeing a stain on the white cotton.

"Dammit."

"Will you two focus for one minute?"

Sam grunts from the motel desk, swiveling around in his chair.

"I mean, I get that it's Halloween and you two want to do your usual garbage, but people are dead."

"People are always dead, Sammy."

Dean rolls his eyes, not even bothering to look at him as he focuses on the much more important task at hand.

"Ooh, baby, here."

Dean grins, holding up a tiny plaid skirt.

"You can be a schoolgirl and I can be a professor. I'll even wear my glasses for once."

Sam groans so loud in the background, you swear the foundation of the motel shakes.

"How about you use your glasses for research!"

Dean finally glares at his brother.

"How about you use your research to find the best bar in town to get plastered at instead of shoving the stick further up your ass!"