Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Dean, Sam, Ensemble
Challenge/Prompt: spn_bigpretzel: Halloween Comment Fic-Meme:
Sam & Dean stumble into a Halloween party, where not all the guests are alive.
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death
Word Count: 652
Date Written: 3 October 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sam grabs Dean’s wrist as his brother is edging away to get closer to the Marilyn Monroe lookalike. “We’re here on a mission, Dean,” he hisses, “remember?”
“Oh, I’m on a mission all right, Sammy,” Dean returns, grinning. His eyes rake over the blonde’s figure. “These costumes look so real!”
“It’s not like that’s a hard way to pull off,” Sam mutters. “All you need is the proper wig and white dress.”
Dean arches an eyebrow at him, his gaze finally coming away from the Marilyn. “Why does that sound like the voice of experience?”
Sam cuts eyes at him. Dean laughs, but then his laughter dies suddenly in his throat. “Sam -- “
Sam stares at his brother, whose face has suddenly just gone as white as Marilyn’s dress. “Dean,” he whispers, his voice catching frightfully, “what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Dean tries to speak, but he can’t. He reaches out instead, grabs Sammy’s other arms, and turns him to face the direction in which he’s staring. John and Mary smile at their children, unshed tears in both their eyes. Jo and Ellen are there too, and Bobby and Ash, who’s currently walking pass Dean.
“Shut your mouth, boy,” Bobby tells Dean.
Dean slowly obeys. He and Sammy stumble forward. Ash brushes past them. “Sorry, dudes, but this opportunity only comes once a year.”
“What is this?” Dean whispers, finding his voice at last.
“It’s a party,” Bobby answers matter-of-factly, his mustache twitching.
“The legends are true,” John adds.
“Once a year on Halloween,” Mary speaks gently, “we have a chance to come to the land of the living.” She walks forward as a slow song begins to play, pulling Jo with her. She places the girl’s hand in Dean’s. “I think they’re playing your song.”
“We don’t have a song!” Jo and Dean protest simultaneously, but neither seems in a hurry to pull away.
“Go on,” Ellen says, smiling and stepping up next to Mary.
“It’s okay,” John tells Dean. “We’ve got the rest of the night to get caught up, son.”
“But why wait until this year if you can do this every Halloween?” Sam questions even as Dean and Jo slowly slide away from the others and onto the dance floor, neither wanting to take their eyes from the other.
“Because you weren’t in the right place at the right time,” Bobby says. “There are only certain, already haunted places where we can appear. Your parents checked on you plenty of times over the years, Sam; you just couldn’t see them. Heck, you couldn’t see me when I looked in on you last year.”
“Well, there is that,” Castiel explains as he joins them, “and there’s the fact that this is a Heavenly treat.”
“A Heavenly treat?” Sam stares at Cas. “You mean, like, what trick or treat?” he asks in disbelief.
“No tricks. Just a treat,” the Angel replies.
“Since when does God do trick or treat?”
“Like I said, Sam, just a treat. I know there are those who say that Halloween belongs to the Devil, but we know better. Lucifer doesn’t have a holiday. This day, and every day, is the Lord’s.”
“Whatever the reason, son, let’s not waste it.”
“No. No. Of course not!” Sam shakes his head, still amazed. A thought occurs to him, and he looks through the crowd at where Ash is talking and laughing with the woman dressed as Marilyn Monroe. “So is anybody else here . . . you know . . . “
“Alive?” Bobby asks.
John nods. “A few.”
Ellen grins. “If you’re trying to ask if she’s the real deal, yeah, she is.”
Sam stares, dumbfounded. Finally, all he can whisper is, “Wow!” But Marilyn and everything else is swiftly forgotten as his parents, Bobby, and even Ellen come closer and wrap him in big, warm hugs. As Dean turns Jo upon the dance floor, Chuck smiles down on them all.