Dean pouts behind you, following you and Sam out of the motel room. He was mad you were going to dinner half an hour later than he had wanted. Complained more like.

"And I'm not payin'."

Dean grumbles, shuffling down the stairs after you, glaring at Sam's scoff. A kid runs up, dressed as an astronaut for Halloween.

"Trick or treat?"

"This is a motel."

Dean huffs.

"So?"

The kid responds, narrowing his eyes as Dean bites back another indignant groan.

"So, we don't have any candy."

"No, we have a ton in the-"

Sam starts, getting cut off.

"We did, but it's gone."

Dean says, sticking his nose up in the air.

"Sorry, kid, we can't help you."

"I want candy."

The kid stomps, glaring at Dean.

"Well, I think you've had enough."

Dean fires back, getting shoved as the kid stomps past. Dean pouts again as soon as the kid is gone, crossing his arms as you and Sam stare at him.

"What? I'm not giving my Milky Ways to a jerk kid."

Dean frowns, looking at you through his eyelashes.