A Halloween celebration — a well deserved break from all the devil hunting & slaughter. It was exhausting, to say the least, but at least for today you get to don your finest attire and drink as much as you’d like.

You were finishing your first drink of the night when a hand suddenly grasped your own, pulling you against a hard body whose face was hidden under his mask, but the scar on his lips told you what his mask hid.

He smirked from beneath the mask, “enjoying your night, princess?”