It’s not much and it’s probably not that great, but I wrote a supernatural thingy:

“This is so stupid Dean. I’m not a little kid anymore.” Sam glared up at his big brother.

“Dude, It’s Halloween. Free candy day.” Dean jammed the hat on his little brother’s head. He was wearing last spring’s t-ball uniform from four towns ago. The fact that it still fit wasn’t helping his mood any.

“How come you’re not dressing up?” Sam slouched his way out the motel door behind his brother.

“Just your chaperone,” grinned Dean. “Unless you want me to grab that clown wig I saw…”

Sam visibly shivered. “Whatever. I’m not holding your hand when we cross the street though.”

There was a neighborhood just a few blocks from the motel. Dean watched kids running up and down the streets with parents or older siblings tagging along behind. Sam might have been ten, but he was still cute enough to score them extra candy at a few houses while Dean lingered behind and smiled at the high school girls. Sam just rolled his eyes and dutifully rang doorbells until they reached a falling down, dark house at the end of the street.

“You don’t want to go in there, that’s the Witch’s house,” said one boy as they looked at it.

“Oh yeah?” Dean stood up a little straighter.

“Yeah. And last Halloween some girl hung herself in there.”

“Really.” Dean eyed the house while Sam rolled his eyes again. “Thanks. We should probably head home anyway.”

They headed back to the hotel. Sam shoved the bag of candy at Dean. “I know you want it anyway. Are we really going to investigate a house on Halloween? Without Dad?”

Dean popped a candy in his mouth. “Why not? Probably just kids telling stories anyway.”