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If your fathers’ best friend friend showed up and asked you to save the world… would you?
Follow Samantha as she’s thrown into a whole new (magical) world as she searches for answers in the wake of her fathers’ ‘suicide’.
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“You can not where that.”
Sammys’ face fell, and he took the dollar store fangs out of his mouth, “B-but why?”
“Pfft, what do you mean why? Because we-” Dean caught himself. He took a moment, raking his brain for an acceptable excuse, and gestured vaguely at the costume, “It’s… y’know…”
The youngest frowned and looked down at himself, hands tightening into fists around the cape, “It’s the only costume we have.”
“Sorry, Sammy, it’s just…,” he strode a few paces to one of the beds, trying to swallow down the guilt he was feeling, “Dad would freak if he saw it.”
The blonde flopped himself down, starring at the ceiling while letting out a heavy sigh, “Cause, Sammy he just…” how am I supposed to explain this without telling him? “… doesn’t like Halloween.”
“Because he just doesn’t, okay?” Dean waved a dismissive hand toward his brother, “Now, go… do whatever it is you do.”
His brother cast his gaze to the floor, hands wrapping the cape tighter around himself, “But you said we could go Trick Or Treating.”
Dean ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it, damn it, “I don’t know if I want to go. I’m tired.”
“… You said we could finally go this year.”
“I know, and now I’m saying I don’t wanna,” he paused, lifting his head to look at his brother, “It’s not like the people here will have candy, anyway.”
“But… but,” the disappointment in his brothers’ voice pulled at his heart strings, “You promised!”
Dean shook his head, flopping it back against the pillow, “I know I promised, but things change,” he sat up, “Did you really think Dad was gonna let you go anyway?”
The youngests’ eyes were brimming with tears, bottom lip quivering. His brows creased in anger, hands falling away from his cape, before he stamped his foot, “Fine!” and made a beeline for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Dean rolled his eyes and got off the bed, padding over to the bathroom, “C’mon, Sammy, don’t be like that.”
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