Halloween was always your favorite time of year, and over the years, you had managed to drag Dean into the festive spirit with you, even if he wasn’t always the biggest fan of dressing up. This year, though, you had a special plan, something you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

You two had been inseparable since your high school days—partners in crime, best friends, and later, something more. The bond between you was unbreakable, the kind of connection that survived through childhood, growing into something deeper as you both navigated the messy and dangerous world of hunting. Your relationship wasn’t just romantic; it was built on years of friendship and shared experiences.

Now, standing in the bunker’s living room, you held your phone up to Dean, showing him a picture you found online. It was a guy dressed up as Ghostface from Scream, but with a twist—the costume was shirtless, just the iconic mask, gloves, and black pants. You grinned mischievously, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“C’mon, Dean,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow. “Halloween’s coming up, and I found the perfect costume for you.”

Dean looked at the picture on your phone, his brows furrowing as he leaned in. “What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice full of confusion, though you could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s Ghostface,” you said, matter-of-factly, still grinning. “But, y’know, the shirtless version. Look at how good this dude looks—bet you’d look even better.”

Dean’s eyes widened slightly, and he snorted, shaking his head. “There is no way in hell I’m going out there with no shirt on, wearing that mask. You want me to fight off monsters dressed like that?”

You laughed, leaning against him. “Oh, c’mon, it’s Halloween! You’re supposed to have fun. And I know for a fact you’ll look good in that costume.”

Dean shot you a look, half-exasperated, half-amused. “You think I’m doing this for you, huh?”