Halloween Spirit

"A devil, really?" Crowley raised an eyebrow as he looked at your costume. Dressed in a red skirt and vest top with an accompanying red cape, trident and devil horns, you simply looked at him as he smirked.

"I'm perfectly fine with slapping the King of Hell, just so you know." You stated.

"I was just joking, you look beautiful, Y/N."

"Thank you." You smiled before pecking him softly on the lips. "And where is your costume?"

"I'm not wearing a costume." Crowley followed up. "I refuse."

"But it's Halloween." You retorted.

"Fine, this year I will dress up as the King of Hell." Crowley paused before looking down at his clothes. "Wow, what an amazing costume. It's as if me and the King of Hell are the same person. I am going to win every costume contest on the planet with this level of attention to detail. I mean, I even sound like him." Crowley smiled cheekily. "The King of Hell and I could be brothers."

"Are you done?" You asked with a smirk.

He nodded.

"Good, put that by the door will ya'." You picked up the cauldron of sweets and handed it to him.

"What are these for?" Crowley asked, furrowing an eyebrow.

"Trick or treaters." You answered.

"Do we really have to give them sweets, I mean they're so annoying, snot board little rugrats ringing the doorbell every ten seconds demanding sweets. It's bloody rude."

"It's also Halloween. Kids trick or treat on Halloween, that's the point." You stated, emphasising your words with a smirk. "You have to give them sweets, Crowley."

He sighed in annoyance. "Fine."

The doorbell rang.

"Go on, the trick or treaters are waiting." You motioned towards the cauldron.

He picked it up with a exasperated expression. "I hate you." Crowley opened the door.

"I love you too, babe." You called after him with a giggle.