Writing Exercise #2

A timely little exercise tonight. Happy Halloween, everyone!

Prompt: coma
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Set pre-series; Dean is twelve, Sam is eight.

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Sam Winchester watched with a half-amused, half-exasperated expression as his older brother Dean tore into their trick-or-treat bags with a fervor most kids reserved for Christmas morning. “Dude, we made a killing tonight,” Dean exclaimed as he began separating the candy bars--his favorite--from the rest of the individually-wrapped pieces of hard candy and little packets of candy corn.

“Whatever,” Sam muttered as he began pulling off the accents to his costume. Dean had dressed him up as a shadow wraith, which turned out to be a super-lame idea because everyone thought, due to Sam’s all-black outfit, that he was going as a ninja. For his part, Dean had gone out as a werewolf. Everyone knew immediately what he was.

“We’re not doing this next year, Dean,” Sam argued, yanking off his black hoodie, revealing the black T-shirt underneath.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked, looking up at his little brother in surprise.

“I mean I’m done with the dressing up and knocking on doors.”

“But … Sam.” Dean gestured at the piles of candy surrounding him as if he couldn’t understand why someone would willingly pass up this opportunity. “The whole point of tonight is to get ourselves enough free candy to put ourselves into a sugar coma for the next week.”

“But it’s dumb, and I hate it.”

Dean blinked hard. Next year he would be thirteen, too old to go out trick-or-treating on his own. He’d been counting on being able to use the excuse of having to take Sam around for the next couple of years, at least. He opened his mouth to argue but he could tell just from the look on his little brother’s face that he meant business.

So instead he tossed a Milky Way, Sam’s favorite, to his brother. “We’ll talk about it next year. Right now? It’s candy-coma time.”

Sam held his determined expression for just a moment before tearing into the Milky Way, plopping down next his brother, and eagerly digging in.