babybrotherdean:

“You know it’s Easter, right? Not Halloween?”

Dean decides to ignore the skepticism in his brother’s voice as he adds another box of chocolates to their shopping cart. They’d needed to do groceries, anyways, and they’ve already got the basics covered, but as soon as he’d seen the array of pastel-coloured displays and plastic rabbits…

Well. He couldn’t help himself.

“No children are going to come wandering by our door looking for candy,” Sam tells him, and Dean rolls his eyes. Poor kid still doesn’t know how to have fun. “And if you eat all that chocolate yourself, Dean, I’m not gonna be the one to scrape you off the floor when you die of a sugar overdose.”

“It’s not all for me.” Admittedly, the thought is very tempting, and Dean has plenty of fond memories of Halloweens and Easters past, mostly spent stuffing himself with candy and then regretting it shortly afterwards. “And c’mon, Sammy, where’s your Easter spirit? You used to love this stuff.”

When he glances towards Sam, Sam seems to be biting back a smile. Not nearly as grumpy as he’s trying to appear. “I’m not a little kid, Dean. You can’t buy me with chocolate anymore.”

Dean purses his lips at that. “I think that just means that nobody’s tried to buy you yet with enough chocolate. Amateurs.”

That pulls a laugh out of Sam, and Dean grins, happy to continue down the aisles and pick up a few more treats along the way. Some festive marshmallows, some chocolate bunnies, and even half a dozen mini pastel cupcakes that give Dean some ideas for later. With everything he wants to get, he starts towards the checkout counters, talking to Sam again as they go.

“You think Charlie’s free?” He’s going down a list in his head, friends and allies who could use an excuse to relax. “And Jody? Kevin and his mom, too… Cas, obviously. Oh, and Garth… guess we’ve got some phone calls to make.”

Sam softens as Dean continues mumbling to himself, and together, they start calling around, inviting everybody over for a little celebration.

“Why not, right?” Dean shrugs on their way back home, candy safely loaded up in the back and engine rumbling around them on the way down the road. “‘Tis the season.”

There’s no harm in taking a little time to be happy.

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