"Hey…hey!"

Dean had been following you around the Halloween store like a kicked puppy for the past ten minutes, clutching a sexy Daphne costume in his hands and begging you to dress up as his wet dreams.

"I just…c'mon, baby. She's super hot. You're super hot. I just…please?"

Dean whines, his green eyes doing that damn convincing little puppy look.

"Fine. You buy it."

You roll your eyes, fully intending on wearing the costume all of two minutes before taking it off.

"But I'm getting a different one for the bar."

Dean lights up, grinning and rocking on his feet.

"Yeah, yeah okay."

He nods, smiling as he stares at the costume in his hands. Sam was riffling through a bunch of cowboy costumes, biting his lip.

"Uh…d'you think this is-"

He glances back at you, motioning to a costume. He was never one for Halloween, but it seemed like it would be fun just this once.

"You'd look good."

You nod, smiling.

"No you wouldn't."

Dean grumbles right behind you, all pouty now that you were paying attention to Sam.

"Yes he would, Dean."

You roll your eyes.

"What are you gonna wear anyways?"

Dean hesitates, unsure.

"I dunno. What do you think?"