Castiel (celestialintent) wrote in lovedlines, @ 2011-09-23 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | &anna/castiel, *complete, 002, @supernatural |
Samhain was dead. Castiel of all people knew this, and he knew for a fact that Anna did as well because she'd even told him about the prophetic drawings she'd made way back when, but that didn't seem to matter. They were in a shop full of false skulls and demons and vampires, and for some strange reason, faerie princesses and for what? Cas was still trying to figure it out.
Almost every display they passed had something jump out at them. Or scream. Or laugh. Or wish them a 'Happy Hallowe'en.' Which, in his adopted line of business seemed ironic. There was nothing happy about death or Hell. For some reason he got the feeling Anna was only in this for the sweets, but that didn't explain why their home looked as if a decorative spirit had moved in. Or why she was both pushing a pram and loading various costumes into his arms.
And Gracie just seemed to giggle. Loudly. The mechanical vampire with flashing eyes didn't bother her at all, which really, was a good thing. Castiel was happy to see his daughter was strong.
"Witches do not wear hats like that," he said, frowning. "It lacks practicality."