This more hypnosis than brainwashing but Vanessa implanting a trigger word that makes you follow her every whim with an eager nod. Like you really don’t want to try this new thing she’s suggesting and she’s got that sympathetic look and is gently stroking your face, “of course baby, we don’t have to” and then she says the trigger word and suddenly you’re begging for it 💞💞💞
(I was gonna say the trigger word is bunny but she enjoys calling you bunny while you whimper about how rough she’s being)
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The mocking laughter of the other kids still can still reach Dean's ears, no matter how fast he is walking them both away from them. He even turns around to check if they are following them. He doesn't want trouble, he can't get in trouble, fuck, dad told them to stay at the motel. He should have listened.
He just wanted Sam to have some fun, to be a kid, he wanted to do something normal too, for once, he is old enough to protect them both, he was sure it was going to be fine. And it was, Sam was getting a bunch of candy, Dean had even found a costume for him at a thrift store, the thing is old, a tad too big for him, but he was having fun.
Now he is gripping his hand tightly and asking quietly if they are close to the motel.
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A hand in the small of his back brings Dean back to the present, he leans back into its touch and the laughter that reaches him now isn't mocking, but gleeful, there are kids running around them, playing tag and sharing the candy they have gotten earlier in the evening.
No one is paying them any mind really, except for the group of teenagers that walked past them a while ago and told them their costumes were cool. There wasn't much to choose from at the store they drove to this morning, but Dean was able to put together a cowboy costume for himself and one of a roman centurion for Cas.
Apparently, or so Castiel has informed Dean, they are a pretty popular movie reference, and he has already promised Cas they will eventually watch that movie together.
They aren't an ex hunter and ex angel here, they are just a normal couple that have joined the Halloween festivities for the night.
Dean allows himself to relax even further into Castiel's hold.
They were heading back home when they decided to stop in this small town for a night, Dean smiling at Castiel's stubborn worry "I know you can keep driving, but you don't have to anymore, we can stop and rest."
The original plan wasn't staying for more than a night but then the guy behind the motel's counter pointed at a colorful poster on the wall behind him and way too merrily, considering it was two in the morning, informed them about the town's Halloween party the very next night.
Dean had tried to play it cool, "sounds great buddy, thanks." But Castiel, always close and always aware of Dean and every miniscule switch in his expression had seen through all that bullshit, asking him if he would like to stay for the party as soon as they were alone in their room.
"Do you want..." He says now, pausing for a moment and gesturing towards the people crowding the improvised dance floor in the square of the town hall, "maybe we could well...? Lol" and it's a bit awkward and utterly endearing.
Dean decides to have some mercy and smiles playfully, "are you asking me if I want to dance with you, Castiel?" He gets a roll of eyes for an answer and the hand that was on his back moves away to find his, he tangles their fingers together and gently tugs until Dean is following him to where everyone is dancing, they keep their distance of course, opting for an empty corner.
Dean looks around, huffing lightly, amused, at the decorations around them, a collective effort of this town, the plastic squeletons hanging from the lampost, withches and zombies too, an array of pumpkins smiling at him and he wishes it all could be just this, a fun way to spend a night, that none of these monsters were real and out to hurt people.
Castiel, who Dean is pretty convinced has never danced before but that always fills any blank spaces left by his inexperience with a determined enthusiasm, rests a hand on his left shoulder, lifting the other, still holding Dean's, and steps closer to him, swaying them lightly to the music, too slowly for the rhythm of it, but Dean isn't about to complain or speed them up, he steps closer to Castiel too, and lets himself enjoy the moment, the soft glow of the Moon and of the lights around them, the warm radiating from Castiel, the bright, loving, eyes, staring at him. He wraps an arm around Cas' waist and pulls him even closer, their chests pressed together.
Castiel opens his mouth to speak, smiling brightly all of a sudden, "I have seen they held a pumpkin carving contest," and maybe that isn't the poetical declaration Dean was waiting from him, "there is one that has freckles, you have to see it too."
Dean laughs, shaking his head, his laughter only spurred on by Castiel's clear confusion, "I love you, Cas."
Castiel's expression softens, his smile coming back in full force, "I love you too."
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