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Tired from the war and subsequent Reestablishment, Seamus had agreed to come visit for a while, meeting Dean's family and basking in some normalcy. He'd so far spent his months-long holiday near the Cornish coast watching spooky movies with Dean's younger sister, playing footie with the two of them and their dad, and mixing up Halloween themed treats and cocktails with Dean's mum. She'd been a little reluctant to give either of them alcohol at first, but they were legal adults in the wizarding world. Not to mention that, honestly, some of the stories they'd told, made her want a glass, herself.
Halloween was coming up, though, which meant decorating and, even worse, trick-or-treat preparations. Seamus and Ashley, Dean’s ten-year old baby sister, had already been petitioning Dean for the past week to help with costumes.
"Come on, Dean, couldn't you forget about being a cool teenager for one night? Please? We used to have so much fun together,” Ashley pleaded, draped over the couch arm and half of Dean’s torso to boot.
He squinted, shifting his gaze between his sister and his boyfriend. "…That feels like a quote from something,”
"1 point to Gryffindor.” Seamus grinned, TV remote in hand. “Now help me make these dresses."
Not ten minutes later saw the three of them gathered ‘round the kitchen table, Hocus Pocus playing on the telly for some spooky inspiration and because Ashley, apparently, wanted to go as characters from the witchy movie. Dean absolutely hadn’t succumbed to their combined cuteness or because she’d claimed she wanted to be “just like her big brother!” no matter what Seamus said.
Regardless, Seamus was useless with a paintbrush and worse with a needle—and that wasn’t even glancing upon what his crafty wandwork might produce. Plus, Ashley was, as already stated, ten.
Which left Dean doing all of the heavy lifting.
“I don’t even like Halloween,” he’d told Seamus the first time they’d asked him. He’d half-heartedly hoped that Seamus would give up trying to include him in their merriment, but he hadn’t. If anything, he’d only gotten more persistent.
"You could go as Max; you're as much a Halloween curmudgeon,” Seamus said, glancing at the TV screen where the swoopy-haired protagonist awkwardly tried to romance his love interest. Dean wrinkled his nose.
"The difference being that I'm neither from L.A., nor am I a virgin, which you very well know."
Seamus blushed. Adorable. "Little ears, Dean!"
Their first suggestion had been to have him play the third witch, but he refused to wear any body padding or, quite frankly, to spend the night barking and kowtowing to his baby sister. He had some dignity left, thank you.
The thing about the Winifred costume was that it had too many damn layers. There was the basic skirt, the underskirt, the petticoat, and then, in the scene where the witches were hanged, they showed what looked like a second underskirt that was just red lace?
Dean could’ve told them to order a costume online, or just done an approximation…
But, quite frankly, he’d already started, and his pride wouldn’t allow him to half-arse this, no matter how annoying it was.
"There's Ice and Jay,” Seamus suggested.
"…Should I know who that is?" Dean asked. He hadn’t really been paying attention to any of the times the two of them had played this film in the last few weeks. What he knew about it, he’d observed by proximity alone. Unwillingly.
"The high school bullies.” Seamus pointed to the screen. “The big one has ‘Ice’ shaved into his hair at the back of his head."
Admittedly, he could’ve probably been talked into it if Seamus had said he was going to be the blonde one. But on his own? Never going to happen.
"I'm not shaving my hair."
Seamus grinned. “We’ll figure one out for you, don’t worry.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t, but thanks.”
On screen, the virgin lit the candle. There was chaos as the kids tried to get away from the witches. Dean watched fondly as Seamus’ tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on strategically ripping holes into a pair of fishnet stockings.
"You could be zombie Billy!" Ashley called over her shoulder from where she was sitting backwards in her chair to watch the movie. He was a little annoyed that she’d begged him to do this and then refused to do anything actually helpful, but it did allow Seamus to sneakily play with his feet without her noticing and teasing them.
"And sew my mouth shut?" he asked, although technically he could’ve just drawn on the lines, probably. He was already stitching their dresses with his magic; he might as well keep it up.
"I'm sure we could owl Granger for a spell,” Seamus suggested, as he began trying to put on the stockings with his trousers still on.
"I'll pass, thanks."
"Well…” Seamus slid his foot up Dean’s leg, tapping at the inside of hie knee with his big toe and grinning impishly. “If I'm the sexy one, you could be the bus driver."
Dean raised an eyebrow right back. "Hey, Buttercup, anybody ever tell you you're very easy on the eyes?"
Seamus batted his eyelashes, affecting a falsetto as he tittered, "Thou wouldst hate me in the morning!"
Dean snorted and grinned, reluctantly amused.
“I don’t get it,” Ashley said, turning around to look at them. “What’s so funny?”
Dean looked wide-eyed to Seamus, who looked equally panicked. Thankfully, they were saved by his mum calling, “Ashley? Can you come help me in here?”
His baby sister scampered off, which was just as well. If she asked their mum about it, at least he wouldn’t have to do any explaining about the birds and the bees.
His shoulders dropped, and he shared a commiserating glance with Seamus before he returned to his stitching. A few minutes passed in silence, as the Sanderson sisters met up with the Devil and Medusa. He and Sarah shared a lovely (awkward) living room slow dance. Medusa sicced a Yorkie on the three magicals.
“The Devil looks like an easy make, at least.”
Seamus laughed out loud, his voice going all breathy as he asked, “Master, wouldst thou dance with me?"
Dean wrinkled his nose. "Never mind, I kind of feel like I'm being seduced by a house elf."
Seamus gasped, a hand pressed to his heart. “Now that was just rude.”
He’d almost finished with Winifred’s skirt—magic really did streamline the whole process—when Seamus straightened up from where he’d begun to slouch over the table, having put aside his stockings to try on later.
"Okay, I've got it. The stage singer! I bet you could recreate that makeup."
"My darling, I would love to serenade you. However, I've been informed that I could not carry a tune if you paid me." Seamus rolled his eyes, which was uncalled for as he’d been the one to tell Dean he shouldn’t ever attempt a serenade, the one time they’d tried karaoke before they’d even started dating. Crushed his dreams of pop idoldom there and then, he had.
Seamus threw his hands in the air.
"Momdonna? Dadcula? There has to be someone you like the look of!”
"…I'll consider Dadcula.”
"That's the one you'll consider? Really?" Seamus had folded his arms and was looking cross. Dean couldn’t help it if he loved a good (horrible) pun.
"Are you going to tell me you don't think he's fit?"
"I'm not… not saying that."
“Well, there you go.” Dean said. “Besides, I only said I’d consider it.”
Seamus moaned and curled over himself, dropping his arms to the table just in time to pillow his head so that he didn’t break his nose faceplanting onto the flat surface. The drama queen.
A little while later and the movie had finally reached it’s climactic battle scene in the graveyard. Max sacrificed himself for Dani, Binx sacrificed himself for Dani, Billy lost his head, and Vanessa Shaw’s character stood around looking gorgeous and determined. Dani discovered Binx’s body and began to sob over him and then, miracle of miracles, his ghost appeared.
Okay, so he’d absorbed more of this movie than he’d let on, before. Sue him.
"I'm a little surprised you went for Sarah rather than Thackery, honestly."
"What, you want me to grow the black ears and tail? A cute little triangle nose?"
"You know, I was actually thinking about the billowy shirt and flowing hair, but now I kind of want to see you with the ears, too."
Seamus looked up at him from beneath his lashes. "Maybe if you ask nicely once we're done here."
Adorable.
Oddly enough, whether it was Seamus bonding so easily with his family, or just the relaxation from having all of his people in the same place…
He found that he was no longer dreading Halloween this year.
Even if they did make him do all of the work.