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[Supernatural] Trick or Treat?

baptize the WJ with a fic!
Joy and joy!
excess of exclamation points aside, it was time and I am pleased to open the dance (to the tune of a Foxtrot, in this case) with a birthday present (late) for neera_pendragon , as well as fic Halloween (in advance, it seems right).
Greetings, husband! Thanks for being my wife, to receive my angstamenti groped without killing and to crack with me. * Lancia fic packaged and decorated with bows *

Title: Trick or Treat? (through water originality, I know)
Fandom: Supernatural
Beta: aiechan
Characters: Dean, Castiel, brief appearance of the fascinating Crowley hang out with Bobby in a corner, named Sam, and Winchester's Parents.
Pairing: None . Votes eight years, what the heck!
Party: 1 / 1 ( When did I write things longer?)
Rating: green pumpkin leaves
Word Count: 559
Genre: Humor ? But I know ...
Warning: Totally AU
Notes: Basically I wanted a chibi-Cass and I've got it.

Dean liked the holidays.
In his mind, equipped with eight years of experience, the word "party" summons images of tables full of cakes and tarts and other desserts, and then maybe three or four liters of Coca Cola.

Dean particularly liked Halloween because he was going around the neighborhood with his friends as did the older children (not knowing that my father followed him without ever losing an eye) playing outside chanting "Trick or treat?" and then found himself in someone's home (this year it was up to Uncle Bobby) with all the other children to eat and play.
Not like that sucking Sammy, who was still too small and had to stay home with my mom.

Dean liked the Halloween party but the werewolf costume he was wearing that year the heat was terrible.
He tried in vain to loosen the neck of his furry costume and, after numerous failures (never said that the Terrible Dean Winchester surrender without a fight) went for the third time at the table drinks: Coca Cola seemed to work, but maybe that weird uncle Bobby had reddish concoction called "Blood Demon" would have cooled a bit '.
pity that did suck, she thought as the spitting unceremoniously.
'Probably like Sammy: he drinks all things sweet. '
was drying his mouth with a sleeve hairy, when she noticed the corner of approaching a child with a strange costume he had ever seen: it seemed to guess dress little maniac. Or, if Dean had only known the term, from a tax collector.

Dean raised an eyebrow.
The strange child remained impassive.
Both Dean's eyebrows disappeared under the hat with furry ears.
Still no reaction: the direct approach seemed the only option.
"And who are you?"
"My name is Castiel."
"..."
"..."
"You do not ... talk a lot, eh? "
" ... "
Dean sighed, exasperated:" I've never seen before, from where it comes out? "
Castiel pointed out (again without changing expression ) the man who was chatting with Uncle Bobby drinking a glass of whiskey and vaguely sporting a smile sweetly, "I brought Uncle Crowley."
"Ah. It did not have time to find a decent costume? "
" My costume is exactly as it should be. "
" My I did my dad. He said he has hunted the wolf with fur and then did the costume. I do not believe much, though. And you then what would be disguised, Cass? A lawyer? "
For the first time the other child showed some emotion, no one had ever given a nickname and did not know whether he should be happy or feel offended by the comment on his costume. It certainly was not happy with the wolf.
"No. I'm an angel of the Lord. "
Ok.
Something is wrong: from what Mom had told him about angels, Dean had always imagined as well dressed in white, with wings, halos and a brightness of neon light.
Castiel Definitely this seemed not one of them.
"Um ... an angel? But ... The Angels should not have wings? "
For some inexplicable reason, the lack of food bothered him more than the absence of other features.
Castiel nodded, very serious, and then turn around and show two small tissue-paper wings sewn on the back of the beige trenchcoat.