Jack O' Lantern - PG13 - Gen

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Jack O’ Lantern

 

Rating – PG13

 

Fandom – Supernatural

 

Characters – Sam, Dean and John Winchester, Gabriel (*lol*)

 

Warnings – none

 

Disclaimer – I disavow any rights to these characters

 

A/N – I use Samhain to refer to Hallowe’en by. It is pronounced as Saw-win or Sow-win. So the SPN pronunciation of it is WRONG!!!!! Look it up yourself and most websites will tell you how the word is pronounced. That is, if ya don’t believe me.

 

Summary – Sam is left on his own on Hallowe’en; he finds his own Hunt on this of most Evil Nights.

 

         

Dean sighed. Sam was looking at the pile of Pumpkins the grocer boasted. They were huge an round and perfectly orange. Over the lousy speaker system, the song Monster Mash had gone in a loop for about five times now and Dean could honestly say that he’d never listen to that song again. Ever. Again.

 

          “Sammy, have you picked one out yet?” Dean asked, trying to distract himself from the festivities. They had only made this side trip because Sam had to spend the night on his own. Dean didn’t like the thought of Sam alone on Samhain. It couldn’t be avoided though and he decided that he’d try and get Sam some candy and a Pumpkin to take up some time carving.

 

          Sam looked up and nodded at Dean; “Yeah, this one,” and he brought out a rather big one. “There’s enough room that I could make three face if I measure it out properly,” Sam was excited. They never did much on Samhain. Sam was content to NOT watch slasher flicks on the television. Though, he’d read Goosebumps just to laugh at the corny situations and throw it across the room whenever a character didn’t use salt against a ghost.

 

          Dean grinned and took the pumpkin from Sam; “Great, now let’s see if we can find Dad, he had to get some last minute supplies,” Dean explained. Sam nodded and they turned to find the isle that held the salt. They found their father contemplating Sea Salt against Table Salt and which had the stronger effects. Salt was salt to Dean and Sam. They didn’t understand why their Dad took so long to figure out what to buy.

 

          “Why don’t you get Dead Sea Salt?” Sam said when they met up with their Dad, “they say its got healing properties,”

 

          Dad just smiled at them, “Very Funny, Sammy,” and stuck his tongue out. Sam giggled and Dean smirked.

 

          “Get the Sea Salt,” Dean said, pointing to a canister, “it’s the best,”

 

          John rolled his eyes but popped five containers into their cart. Dean deposited Sam’s pumpkin in it as well.

 

          “My, that’s a hefty one,” Dad said and they started to stroll down the aisle.

 

          “Yeah, I can do at least four faces if I measure it out first,” Sam happily re-informed his Dad. John smiled and nodded at that.

 

          “When I was a kid, the Harvest Festival held a pumpkin carving contest every year,” Dad said, it was one of the rare times he spoke of his childhood, Sam and Dean always paid close attention, “I won one year,” he was deep in nostalgia, “I won a red bike, that next summer, my sister crashed it by going too fast down a steep hill just outside town,” he sighed, “Yup, Mom wasn’t too happy with her,”

 

          “Why don’t we ever see them, anyway?” Dean asked.

 

          “I don’t know,” Dad shrugged, “I’m sure Mom would love to see you guys,” they left it at that because Dean and Sam doubted highly that their Dad would ever let them see their Grandmother on his side.

 

          “Hilda was a real storm,” Dad said, apparently wanting to go on, “Though she did pay me back that Christmas by buying me my very own base ball and mitten,” he grinned at Dean, “the same pair you and Sammy use,” and he winked.

 

          “Really? Aunt Hilda bought that for you?” Dean questioned. They were in the candy isle and Dad, in a fit of generosity, put in several bags of candy. “We’ll put some in the trunk for later,” he winked at his boys who’s eyes were big at the load.

 

          “Cool, Dad!” Sam jumped around excitedly and hugged his Dad quickly around the middle.

 

          “Now for the real food, I don’t want you to go hungry if Dean and I stay away for more than tonight, I’ve paid the motel through to the weekend and you’ll have the emergency card just in case,” Dad explained to Sam who nodded, but held back rolling his eyes at the familiar diatribe.

 

          “Don’t worry Dad, Sammy will do just fine without us,” Dean reassured their old man.

 

          “What Dean said!” Sam agreed, “But, that doesn’t mean that I won’t be worried till ya’ll get back,”

 

          “Okay,” Dad nodded and they continued their shopping.

 

          It was an hour later that Sam was ensconced in the motel room. The Television was playing “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” and Sam was doing his preliminary sketches on some junk paper he’d found in a drawer of the motel dresser. There was a sudden knock on the door and Sam blinked.

 

          “Sam?” the familiar voice of Benjamin Parker call through the thin wood, “are you gonna go trick-o-treating?”

 

          Sam jumped off from the floor and carefully stepped over salt lines before answering the door. Ben was taller than Sam by an inch, he wore a Luke Skywalker costume while his Sister, Morgan, wore Princess Lea.

 

          “I can’t,” Sam said, leaning against the door, “Dad and Dean had to leave and they told me to stay here, they’ll get wicked pissed if the find me missing,”

 

          “That’s too bad, we were gonna go to the Haunted House outside of town and do a Séance,” Ben sounded excited about the latter part.

 

          “Why would you do something so stupid?” Sam didn’t blink as he asked the question, “Don’t you know that Séances can call up bad spirits that’ll haunt you?”

 

          “That’s what I try to tell him, but no, they don’t listen to me,” Princess Morgan rolled her eyes. She looked cute with the huge cinnamon buns on either side of her head.

 

          “Oh please, its not going to hurt anyone,” Ben laughed at them.

 

          “So, are you coming or not? When will your Dad and Dean be back anyway?” Ben questioned.

 

          “I don’t know, but if they are back before I am I will so get my ass beaten and rightfully so,” Sam nodded as if that was the end of that.

 

          “You sound like my Grandma,” Ben pouted.

 

          Sam sighed. Calling up spirits from the Great Beyond was something he’d always been warned against. You don’t go around messing with the dead, especially if you thought it was all a game and didn’t hold enough respect for them. Granted, that was hypocritical thinking since degrading a grave was considered illegal…but no one paid attention to such small details like that.

 

          “Okay,” Sam relented, “but, I am only going to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” and he turned into the room. Ben and Morgan followed and closed the door behind them.

 

          “What’s with the salt?” Morgan asked as she surveyed the intricate lines.

 

          “Don’t step in it,” Sam said, he went through his bag. Thankfully, he’d thought to pick up the dress slacks, white button down shirt and black vest.

 

          “What are you doing?” Ben asked when Sam stepped into the bathroom.

 

          “You can call me Captain Solo,” Sam smirked and shut the door behind him.

 

          Once Sam was in ‘costume’ – Ben gave Sam his laser-gun to complete the Han Solo get-up – they were out on the street of the small town. Everyone knew each other and trick-o-treating was done with relative confidence of safety. The crowd of kids had several adults scattered through. Sam knew most of them, Ben’s Dad who had dressed as the Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz, while Ben’s Mom was Dorothy – however that worked out.

 

          They worked the street over, at least twice. Morgan met up with her boyfriend and ditched Ben and Sam to their own devices though she did waggle a finger under Ben’s nose and told him that under no uncertain terms was he to try and raise ghosts from the dead.

 

Sam snickered. “You can’t raise ghosts from the dead,”

 

          Morgan rolled her eyes, “whatever, you know what I mean,” she laughed. Then she and her boyfriend went to find a private place. Sam blanched, he couldn’t believe that Princess Lea was gonna do it with the Death Star. How weird.

 

          “Come on,” Ben smirked at Sam, “are ya chicken?”

 

          “I think I have the right to be a chicken, you’re messing with stuff you don’t even understand,” Sam reproached with a frown.

 

          “This coming from the guy who reads Goosebumps!” Ben scoffed. They were off to collect the rest of the Posse before making their midnight trip to the Haunted House on Witchmoore Lane.

 

TBC