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13 October 2006 @ 09:46 am
Supernatural Gen Fiction: Candy Apples and Vampire Teeth  
Title: Candy Apples and Vampire Teeth
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Dean and others (Gen, some AU)
Rating: PG
Summary: Five Halloween Trick-or-treat monsters Dean didn't face as a child.
Author’s Notes: Kid!Fic written for spn_halloween prompt #91. Some of the stories are a bit AU, but that's how these things usually go.


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The Fairy Princess
The first time Dean was a cowboy for Halloween, he was four. He had the hat and boots and vest, a plaid shirt and jeans, and a brown and white stick-pony to ride from house to house. The neighbors pinched his cheeks, but he got a ton of candy and it was one of the best Halloweens ever.

At age five, Dean had a ghost costume, which he decided later was boring. At six he was a Ninja warrior, which was very cool. But the costume was mostly black, and his parents spoiled it by making him wear a pair of dorky lights on the front and back so cars could see him.

At seven Dean decided to relive past glories and be a cowboy again. He was too old for the stick-pony, he told his mother—he wasn’t a baby anymore. So the pony stayed at home in its forgotten corner of the toy closet. Mary had found Dean a leather vest with matching chaps, and they were the most awesome things ever! He even had a set of fake six-guns and little spurs on his boots. For a week, he came home from school and dressed up in his costume, pulling his guns on himself in the mirror and practicing looking deadly.

Halloween night was warm and humid that year, as Dean and Mary walked down the street from house to house.

Julia Stevens came the other way down the sidewalk just as Dean and Mary turned the corner.

“Hi, Dean,” she said, fluttering her dark eyelashes and giving him a goopy smile.

“Hi, Julia,” he answered. “Why do you have wings and a crown?”

“I’m a fairy princess!” she said, twirling so he could see the whole effect.

“That’s silly,” Dean laughed. “There’s no such thing as fairy princesses. You should pick either princess or fairy, not both.”

Julia stopped in mid-twirl. “There are so fairy princesses!” she said, whacking Dean with her sparkly pink wand.

Dean backed away in astonishment, rubbing his arm.

“Why do you have to be so mean, Dean Winchester?” Julia stomped her foot at him and ran off after her mother.

“What’d I do?” Dean asked plaintively.

“Never insult a lady’s clothes, her hair, or her shoes,” Mary said with a hint of a smile. She put her hand around Dean’s shoulder, guiding him up to the next house.

“Her shoes?” Dean said, like that was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard.

Girls were weird, he decided, as he stepped forward to ring the doorbell.

Except for Mommy, who got him this costume and made him cookies, and sometimes explained stuff (sort of).

Dean smiled. Mommy was the best.



The Axe Murderer
“Daddy, do you think Sammy knows what Halloween means this year?”

“I don’t know, Dean,” John chuckled. “Seems to me you were almost three before you finally understood what to do with the candy you got. You always liked the costumes, though.”

“I still don’t see why we can’t have Halloween every day,” Dean grumbled.

“I’m pretty sure every kid your age wants to know exactly the same thing.”

“Daddy, wook— punkin,” Sammy pointed. They turned up a walkway lined with plastic pumpkins and ghost candles and Dean rang the doorbell expectantly.

“Mooah-ha-ha-ha-ha!” a voice rang out. Dean grabbed Sammy and crowded back against their father.

The door opened into a dark entry way, where a high-school kid lurked with a bloody plastic axe and a maniacal grin on his face. “Come for a piece of something?” he snarled.

“Daddy!” Dean shrieked, burying his face in John’s leg.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” John bellowed.

“It’s… uh… it’s Halloween,” the kid said tentatively.

“Scaring a bunch of little kids like that—I oughta come in there and tan your hide right now!” John said, holding Sam and Dean close.

“Sorry!” the kid said. “I didn’t…I wouldn’t…here.” He thrust the bowl of candy at them.

“Do you think that makes up for terrorizing my boys with your sick costume?”

“No, I—no sir!”

“Then take it off and turn the light on inside the house. Just hand out the candy and behave yourself, son, and nobody gets hurt.”

The kid shut the door shamefacedly, and John and the boys walked back down to the sidewalk.

“I didn’t like that man, Daddy,” Dean said in a small voice once the house was far behind them.

John lifted Sammy up in his arms and ruffled Dean’s hair as they went on to the next lit-up doorway. “Neither did I, Dean,” he said gruffly. “Neither did I.”



The Bumblebee
“Oh, aren’t you just adorable!” the woman squeeled.

She leaned down and reached right past Dean to where Sammy stood unsteadily in his bee costume. Sammy’s huge eyes filled his face under the fuzzy black hood and droopy, waving antennae, and wisps of soft baby hair peeked out at the edges. He flapped his arms in excitement as the woman cooed and smiled at him, and the shiny wings at the back of the costume bounced in response.

“I just can’t stand it,” the woman laughed, putting two pieces of candy into Sammy’s trick-or-treat bag.

She noticed Dean in his skeleton costume then. Dean might as well have been dressed as a rock.

“Oh, and you too of course,” she said, dropping a single piece of candy into his bag.

“Happy Halloween!” she called to Sammy as he toddled off down the driveway. Dean trudged off after him, only halfway through what was shaping up to be a long and disappointing night.



The Zombie
There were two houses that Dean loved the most on Halloween.

One had cobwebs in the trees and pumpkin lights in the bushes, and there was always a giant happy ghost hanging at an angle inside the front porch. The Macklebys always gave out the big candy bars, and their daughter sometimes babysat for Dean’s parents.

The other house was surrounded by big oak trees, with warm red and orange balls in the branches and two hurricane lamps on the railing to light the way. That house was always as welcoming as the friend of Mommy’s who lived there, and the treats were always different (and delicious to boot).

Dean ran up to knock on the door, nearly stumbling over the steps in his eagerness to make it there first.

A cheerful laugh leaked through the door before its owner could get it open, but then there she was, as pleased to seem them as ever.

“Missouri!” Dean bounced. “See my costume?” he said happily. “And Sammy’s too?”

“Oh, don’t you boys look wonderful,” Missouri smiled broadly. “A white knight and his little horse—you’re just the cutest things ever.” She crouched down to give the boys a hug, and her arms smelled like flowers and spice.

“What’d you make this year, huh?” Dean asked.

“Molasses crinkle cookies, like my Aunt Lila taught me when I was your age.” She brought out a plate, the cookies still warm from the oven.

“Mmmmm! Sammy, want one?”

“You too, Mary—why you waitin’ over there in the shadows, honey?”

Mary laughed. “I thought I’d give the boys a chance to make their own impression.”

“Well they did just fine. Seems they’re bigger than when I saw them just last month.”

“And eating to make up for it, too," Mary gasped. "Boys!” The two of them looked at her, mouths crammed full and crumbs dribbling down their chins.

“It’s all right,” Missouri laughed. “They just bein’ boys, that’s all. Take another, before you go on down to the Lowrys.”

“Say thank you boys, and let’s leave some cookies for Missouri’s other guests.”

“Thank you!” Dean said as he scrambled down off the porch.

“Bye, Zoori!” Sam followed more slowly, taking the stairs one careful step at a time.

“You boys be good, y’hear?” Missouri called after them.

Dean skipped down the sidewalk clutching Sam’s furry pony paw in one hand and his plastic sword in the other. Mary brought up the rear with their trick-or-treat bags.

Something stepped out of the shadows in front of the boys, and Dean stopped short and gasped.

The face looking at him was horrible—a loose bulging eye on one side, peeling skin and blood on the other.

The creature turned and lurched away, crossing the street and continuing on.

“Mommy?” Dean said fearfully.

“It’s all right, honey,” she said behind him. “It’s just someone in a zombie costume, that’s all. It isn’t real.”

“Are you sure, Mommy? It looked really real to me. Sammy too,” Dean said, holding Sammy closer.

“I promise,” Mary reassured him. “There are no such things as zombies.”

Dean was serious a moment longer, and then nodded.

“C’mon Sammy—let’s see if the Lowrys put out a scarecrow this year.”

The two of them scampered down the street as if nothing had happened, their fear forgotten in the promise of the evening still to come.



The Greedy Teenager
When the doorbell rang, Dean didn’t hesitate to open it. No werewolves or zombies visible through the peephole, and there was a solid line of rock salt under the doorway hidden out of sight.

The front porch of their two-bedroom rental was filled with an acne-faced teenager in street clothes holding a pillowcase.

“What.” Dean said.

“Trick or treat, dude,” the kid said. He held out his pillowcase.

“What are you, fifteen?” Dean asked. He was thirteen himself, and he hadn’t gone door-to-door for three years now.

“So? It’s still Halloween.”

“And you should be home handing out candy, like all the other kids that’re too old to trick or treat,” Dean shot back.

“Trick, dude…,” the kid said meaningfully, gesturing out toward the trees in the front yard.

Dean reached behind the door for the shotgun, cocking it and raising it in one swift motion.

“How about you grow up now, instead,” Dean said huskily.

“Wha—? Aaaah!” the kid screamed, stumbling over himself in his rush to get out of the yard.

Dean looked down at the pillowcase full of candy sitting on the porch, and smiled.

“What’s going on out there, Dean?” John called from the living room sofa.

“Nothing,” Dean said loudly.

He laid the shotgun against the wall and took the pillowcase to his room, whistling as he went.

Happy Halloween to me, he thought cheerfully, eating a Snickers bar as he counted through his hoard.



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bluesister on October 13th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC)
You nailed a lot about the night: the toddlers who steal the show, the too-old teens asking for candy,... And the zombie that he *knew* was real. I'll swear to this day that the witch in the Sleeping Beauty ride at Disneyland would have reached me if I hadn't ducked (I was 4).

Good idea keeping Mary for this. I imagine the boys missed out on most of this when she was gone.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 13th, 2006 05:36 pm (UTC)
I'll swear to this day that the witch in the Sleeping Beauty ride at Disneyland would have reached me if I hadn't ducked (I was 4).
I remember that ride being awfully scary when I was a kid. They've watered it down changed it now. :(

Good idea keeping Mary for this. I imagine the boys missed out on most of this when she was gone.
Yes, me too-- in the "Monster Mash" story I wrote for spn_flashback (which oddly enough was another Halloween story), I stated my true opinion, which was that as long as Sam could remember Halloween was serious business and all about fighting evil. No trick-or-treating or handing out candy. :(

Ahhhh... AU is so lovely, sometimes. :)

And I have such a love of toddlers in bee suits. They kill me absolutely every time. :)
elanurelelanurel on October 13th, 2006 06:25 pm (UTC)
This was really lovely. (I seem to be full of superlatives today...) Sam as a toddler got me, as did Dean's relationship with Mary. And, I have to say, the snarky chick in me chuckled when Dean pulled out his shotgun and told that greedy teenager to grow up...but it hurt all the same that he did it. Some really great contrasts throughout.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 13th, 2006 09:40 pm (UTC)
Sam as a toddler got me,
They are honestly the best part of Halloween. They are so clueless, and it's so painfully cute!

the snarky chick in me chuckled when Dean pulled out his shotgun and told that greedy teenager to grow up...but it hurt all the same that he did it.
I actually don't feel very sorry for that kid, but I guess it's because our neighborhood is overrun with teenagers who do this, and when I was growing up it was just... not done. Once you were over about 11-12, it was understood that you had to give it up. We're not supposed to act like little kids forever, after all. ;) So I kind of like Dean's revenge here. And the irony of getting all the candy to himself in the end. (Heh).

This IS kind of bittersweet, isn't it? Like so many of even the wee!Winchester stories. Can't get away from it! :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 13th, 2006 09:45 pm (UTC)
Sorry it was so woobie-heavy! Probably because of all that could have been for the boys, but wasn't.

Why has no-one ever come to MY door in the knight/pony combo? I would so love to see that. Our kids went out one year as Peter Pan and his (giant) friend Tinkerbell, but a lot of adults mistook Christopher for Robin Hood (the same kind of people who miss context clues and always think he's a girl).

I have such a weakness for toddlers in bee suits. They are so freaking cute!

So glad you liked, Claire. Thank you! :)
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on October 13th, 2006 08:37 pm (UTC)
*laughs and laughs and laughs*

Sammy! As a bumblebee! And Dean! And Sam! *flappy hands*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 13th, 2006 11:43 pm (UTC)
Sammy! As a bumblebee! And Dean! And Sam! *flappy hands*
I just couldn't resist turning the prompt on its ear a little.

I.e., the "monsters" include angry little girls who don't like their costumes being insulted, and toddlers whose "Cute" totally upstages your Halloween experience! Darn!

:D
merctales on October 13th, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
Heh, these were so cute! Even Dean pulling a shotgun on a teenager was cute...and there's something very wrong with me for saying that.

Anyway, I think I liked the fairy princess one the best. Dean getting whacked with the wand was funny. That and wee!Dean practicing his quick-draw in front of the mirror.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 15th, 2006 01:03 am (UTC)
Even Dean pulling a shotgun on a teenager was cute...and there's something very wrong with me for saying that.
;) Not at all. I just told someone earlier this week that I was hooked on SPN from the Pilot, starting with the "Mom-in-flames-on-the-ceiling" scene. Which... you know. Kind of sounds really sick when you say it that way. But still!

Dean getting whacked with the wand was funny.
Oh, that was my favorite part of that story. The idea of a princessy little girl using her wand as a weapon is comedy all by itself. So ladylike. ;)

Glad you enjoyed these. Thank you! :)
Pheebs1: BothBoys Shirtlesspheebs1 on October 14th, 2006 08:28 am (UTC)
The image of weeboys in those costumes is too much. Sam as bee=cute.

“Daddy, wook-- punkin,” Sammy pointed. *MELTS*

“Then take it off and turn the light on inside the house. Just hand out the candy and behave yourself, son, and nobody gets hurt.” Aw John! John would be an awesome Dad to go getting Candy with - "only one piece? Are you kidding me? Hand it over lady" - gestures menacingly. And now I'm drifting off into a fantasy land of my own. I MUST start my Halloween fic!! (It's John turns trick or treating into a training session).

Happy Halloween to me, he thought happily, eating a Snickers bar as he counted through his hoard. Heh, good for Dean. I like how the demonstrated how Halloween is different depending on what age you are - the toddlers get all the attention, you really are too old as a teen, but that people go anyway.

Halloween realy isn't that big a deal over here - I never went trick or treating, and we didn't get many kids coming to the door. Nobody decorates either. However, I know it's a really big thing in the States, and aw, boys. You know how much of this they must have missed out on.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 15th, 2006 05:43 am (UTC)
Oh, bee-suits are so terribly cute. Love the soft, fuzzy ones especially.

And now I'm drifting off into a fantasy land of my own. I MUST start my Halloween fic!! (It's John turns trick or treating into a training session).
:D This sounds like such a wonderful prompt! I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with it. :D

the toddlers get all the attention, you really are too old as a teen, but that people go anyway.
The teenagers really shouldn't still go, but they do. As if they're expecting to have all the joys of childhood and none of the responsibilities of adulthood for a long, long time.

Halloween IS very big over here, and I'm always surprised that anyone else much celebrates it. It seems to be mostly an American phenomenon. Fun though, and sometimes just very cute!

And oh, I think John didn't hold much with Halloween as a kids' holiday at all-- I'll bet he looked only at the serious side, and that the boys never got to have any real fun with it. :(
B: brothers - snstrifechaos on October 14th, 2006 01:01 pm (UTC)
Awww! *grins* Sammy as a bumblebee! Dean scaring a teen with his shotgun was unexpectedly great. The kid who scared them and got yelled at by John was hilarious. Oh god. *giggles* The look on his face. *shakes head and giggles more*

I just loved Dean clutching onto Sammy's furry pony paw. Awww. They were all very sweet. It's great to see some positive family type memories for the boys. *grins* *bounces* Now I want to go trick or treating. And the only way that's happening is if I take my nieces because it's generally frowned upon for college students to go door to door---dressed up or not. *pouts*

Still awesome story. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy. *grins*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 15th, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)
Sammy as a bumblebee!
Can't you just see it? Bee-suits are Teh Awesome on toddlers.

Dean scaring a teen with his shotgun was unexpectedly great.
Oh, I love that one. Definitely evilFunny!

The kid who scared them and got yelled at by John was hilarious.
God, can't you just see it? Scared Serious by John Winchester: Just do your job, and don't embellish! and Kid: Sir! Yes, Sir!"

And the only way that's happening is if I take my nieces because it's generally frowned upon for college students to go door to door---dressed up or not. *pouts*
Oh, taking tiny people around is SO much fun, though. And I love to see how people decorate their houses. Might as well milk that excuse while you can, and your nieces will love you for it.

Glad you liked it! Hope this semester's going well-- I've missed you! *waves*
Entendre? Make mine a double.: SN Dean ooh scarydeirdre_c on October 14th, 2006 03:17 pm (UTC)
So fun, hon!

She noticed Dean in his skeleton costume then. Dean might as well have been dressed as a rock.
“Oh, and you too of course,” she said, dropping a single piece of candy into his bag.


Cute little siblings are a plague upon mankind. *g*

The whole Bumblebee piece was fabulous!

And Dean scaring the teen off at the end. awesome!

Thanks for sharing!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 16th, 2006 03:28 am (UTC)
:D I'm so glad you noticed poor Dean's side of The Bumblebee piece. "Dean might as well have been dressed as a rock" pretty much says it all, doesn't it? That has to be even worse when the siblings are so far apart in age, because baby or toddler trick-or-treaters are the cutest things ever! No-one else stands a chance. :0

And Dean scaring the teen off at the end. awesome!
Hee! That one is so very close to something canonDean might do. And evilFunny as well. Sick, but you know-- funny all the same. Like so many sick things. :D
iamstealthyoneiamstealthyone on October 14th, 2006 07:28 pm (UTC)
Ooh, these were fun! Good job on each one, showing us different looks at what might have been Dean’s various Halloweens.

Comments, by part:

The Fairy Princess

At six he was a Ninja warrior, which was very cool. But the costume was mostly black, and his parents spoiled it by making him wear a pair of dorky lights on the front and back so cars could see him.

*g* Those darned parents, ruining all their kids’ fun.

“Never insult a lady’s clothes, her hair, or her shoes,” Mary said with a hint of a smile.

She’s a wise woman. :)

The Axe Murderer

“Daddy, wook-- punkin,” Sammy pointed.

Aww, he’s so cute! *pinches Sammy’s cheeks*

“Sorry!” the kid said. “I didn’t…I wouldn’t…here.” He thrust the bowl of candy at them.

LOL! I love how John scared the kid into handing over all the candy.

The Bumblebee

She noticed Dean in his skeleton costume then. Dean might as well have been dressed as a rock.

“Oh, and you too of course,” she said, dropping a single piece of candy into his bag.


Poor, overlooked Dean. *pets him*

The Zombie

She crouched down to give the boys a hug, and her arms smelled like flowers and spice.

Love those details about how she smells.

"Boys!” The two of them looked at her, mouths crammed full and crumbs dribbling down their chins.

Too cute!

“Bye, Zoori!”

Aww, Sammy’s so adorable here. *pinches him*

The Greedy Teenager

“Trick, dude…,” the kid said meaningfully, gesturing out toward the trees in the front yard.

Dean reached behind the door for the shotgun, cocking it and raising it in one swift motion.

“How about you grow up now, instead,” Dean said huskily.

“Wha—? Aaaah!” the kid screamed, stumbling over himself in his rush to get out of the yard.

Dean looked down at the pillowcase full of candy sitting on the porch, and smiled.


LOL! I think this is my favorite one. I love Dean scaring the crap out of the kid and getting all the candy.

Thanks for a fun read!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 16th, 2006 05:42 am (UTC)
*g* Those darned parents, ruining all their kids’ fun.
Sometimes I AM that darned parent ("Lauren, you have to wear something warm under your fairy costume"). I mock myself there. ;)

LOL! I love how John scared the kid into handing over all the candy.
And he didn't even mean to-- he was just being himself. Rrawr! :D

Poor, overlooked Dean. *pets him*
It's just so inevitable if you have a toddler sibling who has already maxed out the cuteness without even trying! Darn those siblings. :)

Aww, Sammy’s so adorable here. *pinches him*
:) I ask myself why no-one has ever come to MY door in this kind of "theme set" of costumes. Why? I would pay actual money to see a knight/pony combo.

LOL! I think this is my favorite one. I love Dean scaring the crap out of the kid and getting all the candy.
:D It's so Dean! And in the end, it totally works out for him, too.

Thanks for reading and commenting-- I love that you always take the time to draw out lines and go the extra mile. It's wonderful. :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 16th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
The Greedy Teenager made me laugh and laugh. I can practically see it happening.
God, I would LOVE to see that happen on the show-- or some other variant of cantankerous teen Dean (well on his way to becoming the kind of grown-up who would berate someone for scaring his kids half to death with his costume. He's definitely John's son all the way.)

Thanks so much for your comments. :D
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on October 17th, 2006 02:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beverage: SPN - extra cookiefiddleyoumust on October 16th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC)
Okay,

First of all, I just have to say that I've been such a bad friend lately with the whole reading and commenting thing. Unfortunately Sam/Dean slash has eaten my brain lately, and it's really all I seem to want to read. I've book marked about 25 to 30 gen fics that I haven't gotten around to because I've been re-reading Wincest fics that I really love. The current canon on the show isn't helping me to change my reading habits either. They're just giving us such good stuff this season.

That being said, sometimes I forget how really good gen fics can be. I love this Karen. Love it. I love the "what if" of it all. Getting to see Sam and Dean be kids, have childhood experiences that we know they didn't get in canon.

Hee! Julia. :D I would totally have given Dean shit if he insulted my outfit. Stupid boys!

Also, the image of Sam dressed up as a bumblebee is probably the cutest, most adorable, most "awww" inspiring thing I've ever thought about. So cute!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 16th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC)
Unfortunately Sam/Dean slash has eaten my brain lately, and it's really all I seem to want to read.
And sadly, other than the PirateFic (2 of them) and a few drabbles, I haven't been writing much of that lately. It comes and goes, and the angsty state of S2 so far is making the p0rn hard! (and the dumbass state of PB S2 is having a similar effect).

Love it.
Whoo-hoo! \o/ Sometimes the Gen is just _fun_ (or achy, depending).

Getting to see Sam and Dean be kids, have childhood experiences that we know they didn't get in canon.
It was really nice to show so many different flavors of 'normal' life, including the ones that but for the grace of Demon assaults might have been close to what canon could have been.

Hee! Julia. :D I would totally have given Dean shit if he insulted my outfit. Stupid boys!
Oh, me too. Beating him up with the pretty, pretty princess wand has such irony to it that it about kills me. :)

The "Bumblebee" one was much like the "Fairy Princess" one-- me having fun with the idea, because how could those be Halloween "Monsters"? But the first was a princess turned monstrous by Dean's insult, and the second was the Monster of Cute that trashes your Halloween by making you invisible! I have such ridiculous love for little people in bee suits-- I'd be as big a sucker for that as the lady in the story. (But fair. Yes. I would be fair. I would not cheat the non-Bee child out of his fair share of candy.)

So glad you enjoyed this, Gen though it be. Have you saved that wand all these years to beat Dean up with all over again? ;)
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janissa11: janissa1janissa11 on October 16th, 2006 08:47 pm (UTC)
Heeeeee! I loved every one of these -- but especially the final one, and Dean getting the candy. Awesome! :-D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 16th, 2006 09:31 pm (UTC)
:D Thank you so much, Em!

I love how Dean still manages to 'win' in the last one. He delivers his 'message,' and he reaps the reward as well. And the irony, since he's a teenager as well. Meanwhile, John has no idea what's going on at the front door. Makes you wonder if this isn't a habit for Dean, doesn't it? ;)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 17th, 2006 02:36 am (UTC)
*shakes head at little toddlers... dude! they can't even EAT that much candy, but they get most of it. Lol. Poor Dean!
:D We took my daughter to a few houses when she was 18-months old, and she'd never been given candy before. She still didn't know what it was-- just pretty little boxes and tiny packages. She thought they were so cute. Of course, this is the age when they play with the boxes the toys come in, too. :)

I do love John going off on that kid. I'll bet neither one of them saw that coming.

And I figured it would be nice to have Missouri still existing in one of their alternate realities. She was awfully mean to Dean (whaps her with my spoon), but she's a very good person at heart. I'm sure she'd have proper appreciation for a duo-theme costume set. :D

I love how Dean won in the end, too-- even if he never intended it to come out that way. Go cranky-ass Dean!

Thanks so much for reading and commenting. :D
the ambassador of awesome: spn - chibi!winchesters fists of furyneversince on October 16th, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC)
Read through this whole thing with a big, giant, goofy dumbass smile on my face. OMG SAMMY THE BEE!!!!!!!!!!! I just loved this. Every. Single. Bit.

It's like getting all chocolate and no crappy Bit-O-Honey in my bag on Halloween night. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 17th, 2006 04:59 am (UTC)
Read through this whole thing with a big, giant, goofy dumbass smile on my face.
Oh, that made me all kinds of happy just reading that line. It's the perfect reaction!

Sammy as a bee may be the cutest thing ever-- the results on this story alone seem to say so. Bee suits-- I just love 'em. :)

It's like getting all chocolate and no crappy Bit-O-Honey in my bag on Halloween night. :D
XD You're a woman after my own heart. I used to mutter at every Jolly rancher/taffy-whatever/lollypop-of-dull in my plastic pumpking, when all I really wanted was insane quantities and varieties of chocolate! Mmmmmmm.

Thanks so much for your comments, Christie. :D
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on October 17th, 2006 05:40 am (UTC)
i think my favorite is the last one. especially Dean answering with "What." hee!
:D I'm glad someone noticed that little detail-- because that just seems the perfect "Dean" thing to say when you're opening the door onto... that.

Don't mess with Dean-- he will find a way to make you sorry. (and then steal everything you leave behind with total, unabashed glee). :D