Halloween themed one shot for you guys!!! Love y'all!!!

-Queen Grace

You knew that Dean loved to dress up for Halloween. There was a small photo album in the attic with all the costumes he'd worn since his first Halloween, and you couldn't remember a year in elementary, middle, or high school where he hadn't gone trick-or-treating. Growing up as his neighbor, and then his girlfriend, always involved an amusing time for the 31st. Now that you were married he had outgrown this a bit, but that was okay with him because it would probably wear off to the small girl he was struggling to put a pumpkin costume on.

"I told you she wanted to be Jet Li," you said, watching him from the kitchen, pouring small candy bars and chocolates into a bowl.

The house was cool, the scent of rain from the previous day drifting in through the windows Dean had opened. The pleasant smell mixed with the sugar in the air, as you had been making cookies and eating candy all day long, giving you the perfect aroma for Halloween.

"Je' Li!" Amanda repeated loudly, crossing her arms and pouting up at Dean.

"No, princess, you're a pumpkin," he sighed, putting the costume above her head, ready to try and shove it down her little angry face again.

Amanda, however, seemed to have other plans, and she squirmed away from him, hopping off the couch and running into the kitchen. You laughed as she stumbled behind you, putting her arms around your legs to hide from her dad. Dean sighed again, a bundle of orange bunched in his hand as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Okay, Amanda, you win," Dean said defeatedly, crossing his arms. Amanda peered at him carefully with wide green eyes and a sweet smile. "We can't go to the store to get a new costume now, so how would you like to be a cat this year?"

"Oh, we can match, sweetie," you grinned down at her, fixing the cat ears perched on top of your head. Amanda considered this for a moment, lips pursed in thought, a habit she'd gotten from you, and then nodded brightly.

"Great! Go get your black pants and shirt; they're on your bottom drawer. I'll go for some shoes in just a sec'."
"Yes, Mommy!" Amanda shrilled as she ran off again, bouncing happily to her room.

Dean watched her for a second, the corners of his lips lifting up before he turned to you, shaking his head. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his head drop on your shoulder as you started to open candy bags again.

"Well, that was a good fifteen dollars wasted."

"We can just keep it for the next kid."
"Yeah, but how does she even know about Jet Li? She's only three," Dean said, amusement on his voice. You almost laughed at this, knowing the answer. "I mean, maybe Chuck Norris I would understand, but not Li."

"Uncle Sammy might have had something to do with that," you mumbled, biting back a smile. Dean gasped in your ear, putting a hand over his chest as you looked at him.

"What? My daughter, my innocent child, was brainwashed by my brother? When did this happen?" he asked, dramatically fanning himself. You laughed and rolled your eyes at his antics.

"Last week, I think? Sam said they had a marathon when he babysat for us," you frowned, trying to remember what he had said. "She loved them, apparently."

"Okay, that's it. I'm gonna call him and tell 'im he can't come to trick-or-treat with us," Dean said, the same pout Amanda made earlier now present in his lips. "He and Jess better figure something out, but that's what he gets for doing this to my baby."

"Surely you wouldn't do that!" you exclaimed, playing along with him. "Amanda loves coming to scare me with her cousins at the end of the night!"

Scaring you had been a tradition Dean started two years ago. He would be the one to take her outside while you stayed at home and gave out candy, and then they would sneak in from the back door and "scare" you.

In truth, you always knew when they were coming, as Dean texted you about what he and Amanda were doing throughout the night so that you knew they were safe. The fact that she and her cousins couldn't keep their giggles quiet when they snuck in also helped.
"Oh, but I must! It's for the sake of our child, Y/N. I can't let him do this to her, my love, our daughter needs to be protected from him. She has to learn the ways of Chuck Norris first, not Jet Li."

"Je' Li!" You and Dean chuckled as Amanda padded into the kitchen happily, and you quickly lifted her up so she wouldn't step on anything with her bare feet.

"Jet Li," you nodded at her. "Now, let's go get you some shoes, baby."

——–

Dean painted a small black triangle on Amanda's nose and three whiskers on each cheek so that she would look just like you. Sam soon arrived his own children, and Amanda was distracted from her cat ears by her cousins.

"Hey, Sam," you greeted the tall man, hugging him. "I love the costumes, did Jess pick them?"

"Actually, she let me choose this year," he said, looking over at Bobby and Jackson. They were playing with Dean and Amanda, their Batman and Superman capes flying behind them.

"She's been a little stressed out with the pregnancy and all, so she told me to just pick whatever they wanted."

"Dean got a pumpkin one for Mandy but she absolutely refused to wear it. She wanted to be Jet Li," you informed him with a small smirk, raising your eyebrows. Sam laughed, nodding.

"Does Dean know why?"

"Yup, so be careful," you advised. "I know you guys haven't done a prank war in a long time, but I'm afraid this might have been the atomic bomb that starts it."

"I'll watch out — you guys ready?"
All of the kids nodded enthusiastically, a high-pitched chorus of "Yes!"
answering him. You opened the door for them, Sam's sons happily thanking you and hugging you goodbye. Dean took Amanda's hand, kissing your cheek and then lifting her up to do the same.

The sun was starting to set, spraying different hues of oranges, yellows, and pinks in the darkening sky. It was the perfect painting for Halloween, a perfect sunset setting ablaze the horizon.

"Okay, I'll see you guys in about an hour? Just don't get here pretty late, we're still gonna watch Casper."

"We'll be here on time," Dean promised, setting Amanda down. He leaned toward you with a small smile, lips brushing against your ear. "And be prepared to be scared this year, me and Sam planned something good."

"Get them to be quiet and we'll see," you whispered back, challenging him.
"We're practicing that, but as soon as we get it down you're gonna have the scare of the century."

"We'll see," you repeated.

Dean winked at you, taking Amanda's hand again and kissing you quickly before following behind his brother.

"We'll see!" he called back.

You smiled, shaking your head and returning inside.

It wasn't long before the neighborhood was filled with children running down the sidewalk, some alone with their parents and others in small packs. You tried to keep count of all the cat costumes you saw while you smiled and handed out candy, wanting to tell Amanda when she got home later, and all the while checking your phone as Dean kept you posted on the night's events. He sent a few pictures of Amanda, some of her on Sam's shoulders and others as she growled at the camera, holding her hands like small cat claws.

Turning the front light of the house off, you put the empty bowl of candy down and finally changed from your black shoes to a soft pair of slippers. As you returned to the kitchen, planning to wash the dishes, your phone buzzed.

Received at 8:13 PM:
On our way home :-)

"Bring it on," you spoke out loud, smiling as you texted Dean back. You then set your phone down, rolling up your sleeves and getting to work.

The night breeze that drifted in from the window on top of the sink kept pushing your hair back for you, and the cool air kept you from feeling sleepy, so when a set of giggles wandered in from the outside, you were not fazed at all. Quickly putting the baking tray down, you stood on your toes and squinted down the window, but they were gone.
You wiped your hands dry, turning off the kitchen's lights and walking slowly and quietly into the living room. Only two lamps illuminated the dark house, their golden glow settling down smoothly over the furniture, but you were sure that it would be impossible for anyone to know where you were thanks to the blinds cascading over the living room's windows.

While you were handing out candy, you had come to the conclusion that you could do a better job at scaring Dean and Sam than they could with you, so you planned to implement your plan carefully.

You stood still, breathing calmly, ears on full alert like those of a bat. Apart from the distant chants of "Trick or treat!", there wasn't any noise surrounding you. You rubbed your hands together, warming them up as you approached door on the back of the living room cautiously.

Then you heard it, so faintly you would have missed it if you weren't paying attention — a giggle, but from the front of the house. Immediately, you started to walk there, realizing Dean's plan. He would scare you from the front this time instead of the back as you had expected.

Smirking, you carefully grabbed the doorknob, hand almost shaking with excitement; however, something soon stopped you. The sound of bare feet padding across the floor reached you, so similar to Amanda earlier, accompanied with a giggle, louder and clearer this time, as if it was coming from the inside.

Your heart started to beat hard against your chest, your eyes widening. It was impossible for anyone to enter the house without having to open one of the doors, which would squeak at least loud enough for you to hear them.
You turned around, facing the whole living room. The entrance to the kitchen was dark, and so was the hallway that lead to the rooms. All of the living room and the bedrooms had carpet, which would have explained how someone could have snuck behind your back and into the kitchen, the only part of the house with tiles apart from the bathrooms.

The giggle had to come from there, but that still didn't explain how the person, if it was a person at all, snuck in. You let your hand fall from the doorknob, the front of the house now completely silent, and carefully started to approach the kitchen. A shiver ran down your back and to your shaking hands.

Suddenly, a lightbulb lit inside of you.
The windows, you thought, sighing quietly as relief spread through you.

How could I be so blind?

Dean had opened the windows earlier, and you thought nothing of it until now. He had said that he loved the smell of rain, but you'd never heard him say it before. He said that the oven was making the kitchen hot, but he never took his sweater off.

Amanda could have easily snuck in from her bedroom, but there was one thing she couldn't do, and that was to stay quiet for more than two minutes, which was proved as you heard another giggle from the kitchen. You wondered if maybe Jackson or Bobby were with her, but you doubted this as a small whispering came from the back of the house again.

"They're moving," you whispered, smiling at your thinking.

Dean truly planned this to be the perfect scare, sending Amanda in, switching from the back of the house to the front and then to the back again, but you knew him and the way he thought. You would simply get Amanda, who would inevitably start laughing when you pretended to be scared, and that would let him and Sam know their joke was off.

You walked, more confidently this time, to the kitchen, aware of the shadows standing out in the front door and the whispering on the back.

The thought that this could prevent any further prank wars between Sam and Dean — knowing that you could predict any of their attacks — made you smile as you turned the kitchen lights on, but your body soon became numb. Outside of the window were Sam and Dean holding the three kids up, smiling at you.

"We were wondering when you would come! We've been standing out here for ten minutes!" Dean shouted, obviously satisfied with the shocked look on your face.

But that was the least of your troubles, as you heard the same giggle from earlier right in your ear. The giggle you thought was from your daughter. The giggle that was definitely not from your daughter.