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“This is Halloween, this is Halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night.” You sang, skipping into the bunker’s library and prancing around your brothers who were both researching. “This is Halloween everybody make a scene. Trick or trick.” You started prancing and leaned in close to Dean’s ear and finishing the sentence in a creepy voice “‘Til the neighbors gonna die of fright.” He scoffed, pulling away from you.
“Why don’t you help me and Sam research instead o’ bouncing around and singing some dumb kid’s movie.”
You gasped, “Nightmare Before Christmas is not dumb. It’s a good movie.” You paused, before prancing over to Sam and leaning in with your hands on his shoulders. “I am the clown with the tear away face, here in a flash and gone without a trace.” he shoved you off of him with his palm covering your face.
“Not funny, Mary.”
“You guys suck. Today has been Halloween for 127 seconds and I don't wanna waste it. Benny is coming up to stay with us, he should be here any minute, and we are going to have some damn fun, even if I have to have Crowley zap your asses into some halloween costumes... Are you really gonna make me call in Crowley?”
“Not if you promise to stop singing that stupid cartoon song.”
“Fine…. It’s been three hundred years, right down to the day.” You crooned, doing your best Bette Midler impersonation. “Now the witch is back, and there’s hell to pay. I put a spell on you’re and now your mine!”
“No! You can’t sing Hocus Pocus either.” Dean snapped, sliding a book across the table to you. "Research."
“Fine, you’re such a butt… and you promised we wouldn’t take a case until after Halloween.”
"Something came up and saving people is more important than watching cheesy horror flicks. You know that kiddo." Dean spoke without looking up from his book.
"I know... I just thought this might be the Halloween we get to be normal."
"Sorry, I know how much you were looking forward to hanging out." Sam soothed, hoping it might help a little. You shrugged and dropped into a chair, pulling the book closer.
Dean told you to look for anything you could find on a Lilin succubus, and after two hours of old Latin you were close to clawing your eyes out. It was just after two in the morning when you heard a loud pounding on the bunker door. Before darting up the stairs you remembered to grab your gun, just in case it wasn't Benny. You pulled the door open, smiling when you saw the handsome vampire. You set your gun on the table and he pulled you into the usual tight bear hug, “How’s my favorite little hunter?” He whispered so the boys couldn’t hear.
“Good, the only one in the bunker excited for Halloween, but oh well.”
Benny smirked, “My costume don’t count?” You quirked an eyebrow in confusion, considering he was wearing his normal clothes. He laughed, tucking you close to his side and starting down the stairway. “Come on, Chère, I’m a vampire.”
You burst out laughing, moving away from his side as Sam came into view. “Dean! Benny’s here!” Dean came into the foyer, hugging Benny and offering to help him with his bags. Benny declined, "I can grab 'em later... I hate to be rude but would you three mind if I take a quick nap. I ain't slept in a while since I started heading your way straight from work."
"Mary, did you get a room set up?" Dean inquired.
"Yeah, same room as last time. Remember which one?" You smiled.
"I know it was down that hallway." Benny replied, pointing down the correct hall and chuckling. "I can't tell you much more though."
You giggled, "No worries, I'll show you." You wandered off down the hall towards the room beside yours, missing Sam's interpretations as you went.
He scoffed, mocking your flirty giggle and batting his eyes, "I'll show you."
Dean turned to look at his brother, "Dude, don't ever do that again."
He rolled his eyes, "Come on, Dean, you heard the way she talked to him."
"She laughed at him, so what. She laughed at us when we kept gettin' lost."
"Not like that."
"Son of a bitch, Sammy, will you just drop it? Benny's a good guy."
In the room beside yours, you got Benny set up with some blankets and a few other things he may want. He pulled off his jacket and tossed it onto the bed, smiling at you. "Can I ask a question, Chère?" You nodded, silently permitting him to continue. "Did you mean it when you asked that night about wanting to do it again sometime?"
"Yeah... Did you?"
"Yeah, I did."
A bright smile broke out and you blushed, looking down "Um… Good."
"You're so beautiful when ya get all shy." He sat on the bed, pulling off his boots and setting them beside the nightstand. “Would you, or Dean I suppose, mind wakin’ me up in a few hours.”
“I don’t mind, but shouldn’t you get some sleep.”
“Nah, I don’t even need to sleep honestly, I just like doin’ it… Makes me feel a little more human.”
You smiled kindly, nodding. “Okay, I tell Dean you want us to wake you up.” You closed the door behind you, turning off the lights when Benny asked you to, and headed back to the library. You rounded the corner and caught Sam glaring at you. “What’s your problem.” You sassed, stealing the seat next to Dean, which happened to be the one furthest from Sam.
“I just didn’t realize how long it took to show someone where a bedroom was.”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me. Jesus Sam, it’s not like we just had sex or something. I showed him to the room, got an extra blanket, and made sure he had a working TV remote. And, the whole time we were alone, he was a perfect gentleman, something you’d know nothing about.”
Sam closed his book and clenched his jaws, before relaxing and addressing you again, “Why do you always have to defend him.”
“Gee, Stanford Boy, maybe because he hasn’t done anything wrong. Shouldn’t Pre-law have taught you that.”
“Both of you, knock it off. I’m friggin’ sick of you two fighting all the time… You’re still pissed at him for leaving, and you’re pissed at her for not hating Benny. Now, we’re gonna shut the hell up and research this damn succubus.” You grabbed your water, taking a sip.
“Oh, Squirrel, I miss hearing you take charge and get all dominant.” Crowley purred, practically making you snort when you choked. “Careful, Sweetheart, wouldn’t want you dying on us. I’d have no reason to come around.”
“Ehh, you’d bring me back.” You winked.
“Only because you’re the one I can tolerate.”
“I’m gonna take that as ‘Mary, you’re the most badass chick I’ve ever met in either of my lives, and I couldn’t imagine my afterlife without your sassy little face.” Crowley shook his head, patting your shoulder.
“Whatever helps you sleep, Pet.”
…
A few hours further into the research, you came across an old Hebrew entry about Lilin. “Hey, I think I found it. It’s called a Lilin, they are believed to be the daughters of Lilith and Adam, engendered while she was still his wife. They’re demons and they operate like any other succubus. Men and mothers were known to fear them because Lilin would steal their children like Lilith was believed to.”
“So, basically a regular succubus. You and I should probably hang back.” Sam suggested, looking over to Dean.
“Don’t worry, Sam, you’re too salty for it… Or you’d taste like ass.” You smirked.
“You know, Mary--”
“Oh what, Sammy, How--” You snapped, interrupting him.
“Alright! Son of bitch, shut up and stop fighting for two seconds. Benny is tryin’ to sleep just down the hall and I’d love to have five minutes without you goin’ for each other’s throats… The thing’s been hittin’ spots all around this deli that’s been empty for about a year or so. I think it’s gonna be there tonight because they’re having a big halloween thing.”
“Like a party?” You inquired quietly.
Dean nodded, “Yeah… Me, You and benny, if he wants to tag along, are gonna go inside and Sam can stay outside and wait until we need him.” You and Sam started to question his plans at the same time. “Hey! No bitching, no arguing, this is how it’s gettin’ done. Understand?”
“Yes.” You groaned
“Fine.” Sam hissed.
“Good… We should get some shut eye.”
“Are we wearing costumes to the party?” You questioned, with a hopeful gleam in your eye.
A grin broke out on Dean’s face, knowing his answer would make you happy. “Yes we are. You and I can go shoppin’ when we get up.”
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You woke up and checked your phone, it was half past eight and you knew Dean would be barging in if you weren’t up soon. You scampered out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans with your dad’s old Rolling Stones tee. Stepping into the hall, you ran into Benny who greeted you with tired eyes and a lazy smile, “Mornin’ Sweetheart… Some little girl didn’t come wake me up last night like she was supposed to. Her brother didn’t either.”
“We stayed up late researching.” You yawned, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, prob’ly couldn’t hurt me to relax awhile.” He wandered down the hall with you and you continued right past your brothers to the coffee maker.
“Morning to you too Sunshine.” Dean teased.
“My bad,” You turned dramatically to face him and curtsied, “good morrow, dearest and oldest of brothers.” Sam snorted, and Dean drank his coffee with a displeased expression. “Come on, you know I'm joking. Death is technically the oldest of brothers. If you count his brothers.”
“I’m sorry, did I hear you incorrectly Suga’ or did you just talk casually about Death, like you two are bosom buddies or somethin’.”
“Believe it or not, they are.” Dean answered, “Our baby sister is best friends with Death.”
Benny looked a bit unnerved for a moment before slowly nodding and faking a smile, “Well, remind me never to get on your bad side little Chère.”
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t sic Death on you.” You winked, ignoring whatever face you were positive Sam had to be making.
Dean finished off his coffee and set down the newspaper he’d been randomly skimming over. “So, I figured we could go to the costume shop and pick somethin’ out... Benny you feel up for a hunt?”
“Depends on what you’re huntin’, Chief.”
“Succubus.”
“I don’t know..” He looked over at you and saw your puppy eyes pleading for him to agree. He instantly melted, any hesitation falling away, knowing it would be more time spent with you. “I suppose I could go. You ain’t gonna make me dress up are ya?”
Dean smirked, “Mary might.”
“If I’m gettin’ Dean in a costume, I’m gettin’ you in one.” You beamed.
…
That afternoon, you happily bounced to the car as Benny and Dean followed, far less enthusiastically, behind you. The ride was filled with mostly the sound of your voice, listing every possible thing you could think of getting the men to be and trying to persuade Dean to be Batman. He liked the idea, but the tight suit made him reconsider. Benny refused to dress up and Dean ultimately agreed with him, you pouted a bit but when the costume shop came into view, all pouting was forgotten.
You happily pranced up and down the aisles of clothing and accessories, showing both men an array of choices. Dean was far from amused, but a small smile toyed at Benny’s lips. “Hate to break it to ya, Little sister. But you’re not getting any of this, you know that right?”
Your heart sank and your shoulders followed suit. “But... W-- Why would you bring me here then?”
“I mean any of this.” Dean took the current costume you held and turned it towards you for display, “A flapper, really? The thing doesn’t even go down to your knees… Go pick out a nun costume, a loose one. Like two sizes too big.”
You scoffed, laughing at the serious expression on your brother’s face, “You’re joking right? Dean I’m twenty-three years old. I think I’m enough of a big girl to choose my own costume.”
“You are, as long as that costume is a nun… Oh, here you can be-- What the hell is this?” He took a, far from revealing, costume from the rack and stared at the bag in confusion, “Anna, from whatever ‘Frozen’ is.”
“No, Dean. Benny help me out.” Benny held his hands up, and back away slowly.
“Sorry, Suga’, I ain’t gettin’ in the middle o’ this one.” He wandered off to the men’s section.
Dean glanced behind you and a devious grin broke out on his face. “There’s a costume for ya, look, you could be Belle.” You turned to see an adult Belle costume modeled after the cartoon ‘Beauty and the Beast’ dress. The dress was modest, modest enough for Dean’s standards at least, but you knew it still presented the chance to catch a certain vampire’s eye if he saw you in it.
“You’re such an ass. Why do you have to use Belle against me.”
“Because I know she’s your favorite.” He grabbed the package and led you through the crowds to find Benny.
“Only ‘cause she reads real books.”
“What about that one chick, the one with the hair?”
“You mean Rapunzel?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, she just reminds me too much of you. The eyes, the pie-- I am twenty-three, why am I discussing Disney princesses with my thirty-seven year old brother.” You spouted, interrupting your own thoughts, only to be interrupted again when you laid eyes on the costume Benny held. You unconsciously brought your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking of how much more irresistible he would look once he was actually wearing the simple materials.