Trick or Treat
"Lighten up." Y/N grinned as she swung her pumpkin bucket back and forth as they walked down the sidewalk.
Sam and Dean were lagging behind her, neither of them overly in the spirit.
"Why did I have to be a zombie?" Sam asked.
"It was cheap."
"I'm 35, dude, and you've dragged me trick or treating." Dean joked, pulling at the collar of his black cape, the scratchy material itching his neck.
"Ughh, you're SO boring." Y/N huffed before lifting her red spiked plastic devil trident and hitting Dean lightly on the head with it.
"Thanks, Y/N." Dean smirked, ruffling his hair.
"You're welcome." She beamed to purposely annoy him before pausing. "I've never been trick or treating before, I just want to say I have."
Dean sighed, knowing that Y/N's past had meant that she'd missed out on a lot of things kids just simply take for granted. Her parents had been the biggest assholes Dean had ever had the displeasure to meet. Despite the fact that Y/N would still defend them when they came up in conversation, Dean knew that they neglected her and that she constantly suffered emotional abuse. In Dean's mind, they weren't parents. Parents don't forget about their kid. They don't forget to feed their kid, or slap them about. They got what was coming to them. Dean felt horrible for thinking like that, but he had known Y/N for 10 years now. He'd seen her after her parents died. He'd been there and witnessed the nightmares through the years, the ones related to her parents death, and the ones that weren't. She was haunted by her childhood, and Dean hated her parents for that. So if Dean could make Y/N's life just that little bit better by going trick or treating with her, he would.
"Come on then." Dean smiled.
Y/N grinned once again. "Thank you." She closed the gap between her and the men who had come to be her brothers and threw her arms around each of them.
"You're welcome." Sam smiled.
"There's a house there with decorations." Dean pointed out.
Walking up the driveway, Y/N rang the bell before the door was opened.
"Trick or treat." The three of them said in unison.
The woman at the door smiled, it was clear that she was trying not to laugh. "Aren't you guys a bit old?"