A/N: A collection of 31 SPN Halloween drabbles I'm doing with a friend. Done for theme 29. Scary Movies.

Disclaimer: I owned, there wouldn't be 2 new chicks on the show

Too Old?

"You'd rather watch lame scary movies than go out looting for candy?"

Sam really couldn't blame the incredulous tone in Dean's voice. But that didn't mean he had to admit it. "I'm too old for Trick or Treating," was his response.

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. "You're fourteen, dude."

"And you're eighteen," he shot back, dragging his eyes away from the fake monster shambling around the screen to glare at his brother. "I'd say you're way past your childhood days."

"Hello? Collecting free candy? You honestly think I'm going to pass that up?"

"Whatever," Sam sighed, returning his attention to the poor woman about to be eaten by the creature.

Dean stared at the back of Sam's head for a moment before stalking around the couch and picking up the stack of movies, ignoring Sam's protests. One by one he tossed them back down on the couch as he read off the titles. "The Haunting. Friday the Thirteenth. Halloween. Nightmare on Elm Street. The Changeling. The Howling. Poltergeist. Night of the Living Dead. The Blair Witch Project? You've got to be kidding me."

Sam snatched the movie back. "Go away," he muttered. "Don't you have to wrap yourself in tinfoil or something for a costume?"

"Seriously little bro, I don't get you," Dean sighed. "We see scarier crap than this nearly every day. If you're really aiming to scare yourself, you should have got It."

"Ha ha," the younger teen said sarcastically.

Dean's brow creased slightly in a frown, and he sat down next to Sam. "C'mon, I'm not getting it. Why do you want to watch a bunch of dumb scary movies instead of getting lots of free candy?"

Sam was quiet for a moment, green eyes fixed on the screen where the monster was tearing off the arm of some man. Totally fake. "Because it's normal for kids my age," he said at last. "All my friends in school were saying that they're too old to go trick or treating, and that they're going to watch scary movies instead. Movies like these are scary to other people."

Dean didn't quite know what to say to that. He'd never had this desire to be normal the way Sam had, but he could see why it would be hard for the kid. He reached over and plucked the remote from Sam's hand, hitting the pause button. "Ok, Sam. I'll make you a deal. You come out with me for collecting candy, and then we'll come back here and watch some of these movies."


"'Cause I want you to feel normal."

Sam stared at his brother for a long moment. "Ok," he said slowly. "But I don't have a costume."

"We've got lots of tinfoil. Or toilet paper if you'd rather be a mummy."

He groaned. "Great."

"No worries, Sammy. We'll be back and watching Night of the Living Dead in no time." Dean rubbed his hands together gleefully. "That's one I haven't seen yet!"