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It's the Great Pumpkin, Dean Winchester!
Title: It's the Great Pumpkin, Dean Winchester!
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Supernatural/Peanuts crossover, rated G
Word Count: 898 words
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Summary: Dean and Sam come across a kid waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween.
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spnflashfic challenge: when legends meet.
“Dean! Dean! Stop the car!” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm roughly.
“Dude, what the hell?” One does not risk crashing the Impala, even in a moment of insanity. Sammy should know better than that.
“There’s a kid sitting in the middle of the field back there.” Sam pointed at the dark splotch they were quickly driving past. “Something might be wrong, we gotta check it out.”
“No, we gotta get to that party I was telling you about. Coeds, Sammy. Coeds. And lots of free beer.”
“Dean, the kid was like six. That’s way too young to be all the way out by himself like that.”
“So?”
“So, maybe something’s wrong.”
“Like what? He got lost trick-or-treating? How is that our problem?”
“Maybe it’s not a kid but really a ghost or a spirit or something.” Sam’s voice was getting higher and higher as he got more animated.
“You’re reaching, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but . . . ”
Dean grumbled under his breath as he pulled the car into a lazy U-turn. “So, where was he, Sammy?”
Sam’s gaze swept over the fields. “There!” He pointed up ahead. “In the middle of all those pumpkins.”
Dean eased the car over to the side of the road and slowed it to a stop. “What’re we going to do? Just go up to him and ask ‘Hey kid, you lost or are you something I should shoot?’ ‘Cause I don’t know if I got the tact for something like that.”
“Dean,” Sam hissed in reply, getting out of the car and slowly approaching the child, carefully staying within the headlights’ glare. “You coming or not?”
“Fine, fine,” Dean muttered. He grabbed the shotgun, holding it behind his back where it wasn’t as noticeable and caught up with his brother.
“Um, hey there,” Sam called out as he approached the kid, nestled in between two giant pumpkins. “What are you doing sitting out here?”
“Waiting,” was the quiet reply. The kid pulled a blanket up over one of the closest pumpkins and leaned against it, never taking his eyes off the sky.
“All by yourself?” Sam squatted down so he wasn’t towering over the boy. “It’s late. And you’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Am not.”
“Are so,” Dean shot back as he walked up.
“Am not!”
“Are so!”
“DEAN!” Sam yelled before running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath.
“But, it’s not the middle of nowhere.”
“Oh, really?” Dean cocked an eyebrow. “Where is it then?”
“A pumpkin patch,” the kid answered matter-of-factly.
“Well, yeah, I can see that. And?”
“Dean,” Sam shot over his shoulder. Turning back he looked the kid in the eye and said, “Sorry, my brother can be a bit of a-”
“Sammy,” Dean hissed, interrupting. “So, kid, what are you waiting for?”
“For him to show up,” the kid said in a way that implied the answer was obvious.
“Who? Sorry, it’s just that we saw you sitting out here and we a little concerned and wondering why. Right, Dean?”
“Sure.”
The kid looked up at Dean just as he rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t look like he was concerned.”
“All right, maybe not, but I was.” Sam smiled brightly. “Would you please tell me what you’re doing out here?”
“I’m waiting for the Great Pumpkin.”
“The what?” Sam asked at the same time that Dean snorted and muttered, “Give me a break.”
“The Great Pumpkin. It’s Halloween. And every Halloween night the Great Pumpkin flies through the air with his bag of toys and I was hoping that if I sat here all night I just might get to see him.”
Dean ran a hand over his face. “You’re kidding me, right?
“No, sir.”
“Well, I’ve heard enough.” Dean turned around. “I’m heading back to the car. See you later, Sammy.”
“Dean.” Sam jumped to his feet. “He’s just a kid, we can’t just leave him out here!”
“Right, like you didn’t set this whole thing up. You had your fun, but I’m not playing anymore. I got a party to get to.” Dean gave a brief wave before trekking back to the Impala.
“Look, kid...” Sam started to say before the boy interrupted.
“No, it’s okay. You go ahead. I don’t get discouraged because more people believe in Santa Claus then in him. I’m used to it. After all, Santa Claus has more publicity!” Sam’s eyes darted back and forth between the kid and Dean. “My sister’s coming by after she’s done trick-or-treating, I’ll be fine until then.”
“And if the Great Whatnot doesn’t show up?”
Shrugging, the kid replied, “Then I’ll wait again next year.”
Sam gave his head a quick shake. “All right. Well. Good luck then.”
“Goodbye,” the kid called out as Sam started to walk away.
“Err, bye!” Sam called back.
Dean was leaning on the Impala waiting for Sam. “Only you, Sammy. Only you.” Sam merely shrugged. “Oh, don’t you give me one of your innocent puppy dog looks. Get in the car.”
From out in the field there was the sound of flapping and an excited kid-like squeal of “You came!”
Dean raised a hand and pointed it at Sam. “No. Not a word. Just get in the car.” And if the Impala peeled away from the pumpkin patch a little faster than usual neither brother thought it was necessary to comment on it.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Supernatural/Peanuts crossover, rated G
Word Count: 898 words
Beta:
_medley_ Summary: Dean and Sam come across a kid waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween.
Author's Note: Written for
spnflashfic challenge: when legends meet.“Dean! Dean! Stop the car!” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm roughly.
“Dude, what the hell?” One does not risk crashing the Impala, even in a moment of insanity. Sammy should know better than that.
“There’s a kid sitting in the middle of the field back there.” Sam pointed at the dark splotch they were quickly driving past. “Something might be wrong, we gotta check it out.”
“No, we gotta get to that party I was telling you about. Coeds, Sammy. Coeds. And lots of free beer.”
“Dean, the kid was like six. That’s way too young to be all the way out by himself like that.”
“So?”
“So, maybe something’s wrong.”
“Like what? He got lost trick-or-treating? How is that our problem?”
“Maybe it’s not a kid but really a ghost or a spirit or something.” Sam’s voice was getting higher and higher as he got more animated.
“You’re reaching, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but . . . ”
Dean grumbled under his breath as he pulled the car into a lazy U-turn. “So, where was he, Sammy?”
Sam’s gaze swept over the fields. “There!” He pointed up ahead. “In the middle of all those pumpkins.”
Dean eased the car over to the side of the road and slowed it to a stop. “What’re we going to do? Just go up to him and ask ‘Hey kid, you lost or are you something I should shoot?’ ‘Cause I don’t know if I got the tact for something like that.”
“Dean,” Sam hissed in reply, getting out of the car and slowly approaching the child, carefully staying within the headlights’ glare. “You coming or not?”
“Fine, fine,” Dean muttered. He grabbed the shotgun, holding it behind his back where it wasn’t as noticeable and caught up with his brother.
“Um, hey there,” Sam called out as he approached the kid, nestled in between two giant pumpkins. “What are you doing sitting out here?”
“Waiting,” was the quiet reply. The kid pulled a blanket up over one of the closest pumpkins and leaned against it, never taking his eyes off the sky.
“All by yourself?” Sam squatted down so he wasn’t towering over the boy. “It’s late. And you’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Am not.”
“Are so,” Dean shot back as he walked up.
“Am not!”
“Are so!”
“DEAN!” Sam yelled before running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath.
“But, it’s not the middle of nowhere.”
“Oh, really?” Dean cocked an eyebrow. “Where is it then?”
“A pumpkin patch,” the kid answered matter-of-factly.
“Well, yeah, I can see that. And?”
“Dean,” Sam shot over his shoulder. Turning back he looked the kid in the eye and said, “Sorry, my brother can be a bit of a-”
“Sammy,” Dean hissed, interrupting. “So, kid, what are you waiting for?”
“For him to show up,” the kid said in a way that implied the answer was obvious.
“Who? Sorry, it’s just that we saw you sitting out here and we a little concerned and wondering why. Right, Dean?”
“Sure.”
The kid looked up at Dean just as he rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t look like he was concerned.”
“All right, maybe not, but I was.” Sam smiled brightly. “Would you please tell me what you’re doing out here?”
“I’m waiting for the Great Pumpkin.”
“The what?” Sam asked at the same time that Dean snorted and muttered, “Give me a break.”
“The Great Pumpkin. It’s Halloween. And every Halloween night the Great Pumpkin flies through the air with his bag of toys and I was hoping that if I sat here all night I just might get to see him.”
Dean ran a hand over his face. “You’re kidding me, right?
“No, sir.”
“Well, I’ve heard enough.” Dean turned around. “I’m heading back to the car. See you later, Sammy.”
“Dean.” Sam jumped to his feet. “He’s just a kid, we can’t just leave him out here!”
“Right, like you didn’t set this whole thing up. You had your fun, but I’m not playing anymore. I got a party to get to.” Dean gave a brief wave before trekking back to the Impala.
“Look, kid...” Sam started to say before the boy interrupted.
“No, it’s okay. You go ahead. I don’t get discouraged because more people believe in Santa Claus then in him. I’m used to it. After all, Santa Claus has more publicity!” Sam’s eyes darted back and forth between the kid and Dean. “My sister’s coming by after she’s done trick-or-treating, I’ll be fine until then.”
“And if the Great Whatnot doesn’t show up?”
Shrugging, the kid replied, “Then I’ll wait again next year.”
Sam gave his head a quick shake. “All right. Well. Good luck then.”
“Goodbye,” the kid called out as Sam started to walk away.
“Err, bye!” Sam called back.
Dean was leaning on the Impala waiting for Sam. “Only you, Sammy. Only you.” Sam merely shrugged. “Oh, don’t you give me one of your innocent puppy dog looks. Get in the car.”
From out in the field there was the sound of flapping and an excited kid-like squeal of “You came!”
Dean raised a hand and pointed it at Sam. “No. Not a word. Just get in the car.” And if the Impala peeled away from the pumpkin patch a little faster than usual neither brother thought it was necessary to comment on it.