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acquiescenceWell it's November first and so it's time for the first drabble. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this up for the rest of the month, lol. If you want to give me a few more prompts so I can keep this up, just go over here.
And I am so sad I missed spn tonight, gonna have to download it tonight so I can catch up. But I did get to spend the evening with my best friend and her boyfriend - it's totally cool being a third wheel, not lame at all.
Maybe one day I'll have a wheel of my own.
Sam is always telling people he hates Halloween - he doesn't dress up, he doesn't pass out candy, he doesn't go to the parties.
It's not for the obvious reasons. It's not that he knows the monster under the bed is real, or that demons and ghosts aren't just costumes for kids, which are pretty valid reasons for disliking this particular holiday.
He actually used to love Halloween. He loved dressing up - each year he'd love spending time picking out a costume, putting something together with whatever he could scrounge up. He loved the candy, the parties, and everything that went along with Halloween.
There is just something about walking in on your brother with a girl. Something about the heavy panting and whimpered gasps that takes all the fun out of a night. Sam wasn't even sure why he had such a problem with it - Dean was his brother, not his boyfriend he could do what he wanted.
But walking in on Dean and Cathy or was it Cindy? It didn't matter really, walking in on them together had taken the wind out of Sam, He'd stood frozen in the doorway for far too long, and it took Dean cocking an eyebrow at him over Carol's shoulder for Sam to realize that he'd been staring at them. He stuttered an apology and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
There were no parties after that, no sugar highs, no smashing pumpkins, or costumes. He didn't know why really, but he just didn't feel up to it after that.
And so he tells people he hates Halloween, this way he won't have to dress up, he won't have to go to the parties, or pass out candy.
And I am so sad I missed spn tonight, gonna have to download it tonight so I can catch up. But I did get to spend the evening with my best friend and her boyfriend - it's totally cool being a third wheel, not lame at all.
Maybe one day I'll have a wheel of my own.
Sam is always telling people he hates Halloween - he doesn't dress up, he doesn't pass out candy, he doesn't go to the parties.
It's not for the obvious reasons. It's not that he knows the monster under the bed is real, or that demons and ghosts aren't just costumes for kids, which are pretty valid reasons for disliking this particular holiday.
He actually used to love Halloween. He loved dressing up - each year he'd love spending time picking out a costume, putting something together with whatever he could scrounge up. He loved the candy, the parties, and everything that went along with Halloween.
There is just something about walking in on your brother with a girl. Something about the heavy panting and whimpered gasps that takes all the fun out of a night. Sam wasn't even sure why he had such a problem with it - Dean was his brother, not his boyfriend he could do what he wanted.
But walking in on Dean and Cathy or was it Cindy? It didn't matter really, walking in on them together had taken the wind out of Sam, He'd stood frozen in the doorway for far too long, and it took Dean cocking an eyebrow at him over Carol's shoulder for Sam to realize that he'd been staring at them. He stuttered an apology and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
There were no parties after that, no sugar highs, no smashing pumpkins, or costumes. He didn't know why really, but he just didn't feel up to it after that.
And so he tells people he hates Halloween, this way he won't have to dress up, he won't have to go to the parties, or pass out candy.