Cracktober Day 31: Group Costume

Happy last day of Cracktober and happy Halloween!

Cracktober 31 “group costume” and yes. Jack painted himself and his paint is patchy. Hehe. Thanks @quillsandink-writes for the ideas.

Supernatural Crack🩹tober

           Jack stares at his name, Sam’s quick scrawl legible despite all the wrinkles it held from Dean’s zealous attempts at folding. He rereads the four-letter word instead of glancing up, at three aggravated sets of glares. Each waiting for him to decide.

           They only had a few days before Jody’s Halloween party, and they still could not decide on a costume. What the Winchesters can agree on was making it a group costume. That’s when they ran into their problems.

           “It’d be really funny, Dean,” Sam plead his case, “C’mon… it’s only for a day anyway. And everyone’d know it’d be a joke. What’s so wrong with being a group of hippies?” He shows off his tablet, where an edited photo of their family appears. Outfits replaced with outlandish threads Jack never knew could exist, and hair far past lengths he thought the others were comfortable with. “It’d be a nice change of pace!”

           “You mean before or after my toes purpled from hypothermia,” Dean shot back, sipping at his beer. “You’re not getting me in tie-dye, even if this was happening in Southern California instead of South Dakota.” He sniffs, holding up his phone with another selected image. “Don’t know why you’re against my idea, though. The Scooby Gang are practically hippies in their own right.”

           Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I am not doing that. If we don’t have a dog than what’s the point?” He glances between him and Cas, grimacing, “Besides, I’m won’t be party to helping you fulfill some teenage fantasy, watching you and Cas make out as Fred and Daphne. Keep that shit inside the bedroom.”

           Cas glowers at Sam, fiddling with an antlered headband he picked out earlier when they shopped for costumes. “Which is why you see how I’m not on board with this idea.”

           “Cas, if you’d just try the –“

           “I’m not Daphne, Dean,” Cas reminds him. An argument they’ve often had, judging by the exasperation edged throughout his sigh. “Besides, if you two even pictured how adorable we’d look as deer –“

           “No.” Both brothers pulled the rug out from Cas’s feet, not bothering to listen as Cas goes over – again – how being hunters made this choice the most ridiculous.

           Jack had no plan on what he wanted. The costumes in the shop were fantastic, and he would wear them all if Halloween were more than one night a year. However, if he wants to make a decision fast before the others steamroll ahead. Which meant less listening and further reading. In the article he read as their bickering increased, it said homemade, clever costumes were popular. Things that will bring a sensible chuckle. He tried thinking of ideas like that.

           Sam interrupted his brainstorming with a small thunderclap. “We’ll draw names out of a hat,” he said, “whoever’s name gets picked, they decide on the costume. Fairest way we can go about this, right? As long as we agree to the costumes – no matter what.”

           Dean grumbled his assent, while Cas proudly declared his luck. Jack’s nod went ignored as the three men scrounged for materials. Paper, pen, and an unused hat.

           Now, it all rests on his shoulders. But the mounting pressure weights heavier than the world, and Jack feels his stamina fading. Mind jumping from idea to idea, hoping one will stand out. He can sense the others’ impatience. Sam’s drooping brows, Dean’s curled lip. How Cas taps on the table in rapid pace.

           Dean’s finger does the same thing, and Sam also has a problem where the corners of his mouth bend. Cas’s eyebrows fall to a similar level as Sam’s. Over the years, they’ve adopted similar mannerisms.

           And that’s when it hits. “I’ve got it!”

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           Jody opens the door in a witch’s hat holding a bowl of candy. Her hand reaches inside as she laughs, “Okay, who wants some –“ She finally takes in the group in front of her, and Jody lets the candy slips through her fingers. “Oh… it’s you.” Biting back her giggling, she studies each of their costumes carefully. “Who are you supposed to be?”

           Jack purses his lips, squints, and cocks his head to the side. “We’re Team Free Will,” he declares, grunting, “I’m Dean.”

           Dean waves half-heartedly with the hand not holding Cas’s, pushing bangs from his face that fell over since last he fixed the wig. “Sam.”

           Cas mirrors Dean, although copying Jack’s movements like his reflection with how his fingers bend and straighten. “Hi, I’m Jack.”

           “And I’m Castiel, the Angel of the Lord.” Sam really committed, tying his hair back in a loose ponytail. Trench coat pooling at his sides, kneeling, pantlegs rolled up aiding to this illusion.

           “Team Free Will, huh?” Jody jerks her thumb inside, smirking, “Glad you could make it. I’ve got a couple of demons that could use some exorcising.” She turns into the room, yelling, “Hey everyone! Team Free Will made it!”

           Judging by everyone’s reactions, and how Claire holds her phone up while they enter, Jack thinks he made the right call.

(Day 30 - Bunker’s New Costume)