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Day One: Pumpkin

Castiel presses on the small triangle he’s cut, pushing it into the center of the pumpkin. He runs his thumb over the hard orange shell. The white kitchen towel next to him is now covered with orange pumpkin guts and seeds. Dean’s heavy boots announce his arrival before he says anything. He hops on the table and takes a drink of the beer in his hand. 

“That’s looking great and handsome,” Dean says, patting his shoulder. “I like the other one too. They are going to look great out front.” 

“You got the bodies set up?” Castiel cleans his hands on the towel and pulls off his apron. 

“They just need their heads.” Dean offers him his beer which Castiel gladly takes. He can taste Dean on the bottle and drinks him in. Placing the bottle to the side Castiel surges into Dean’s space. He wraps his arms around him as Dean presses a kiss to his temple. “Come on, I’ll help you put on the pumpkins.”

Castiel grabs the jack-o’-lantern closest to him while Dean grabs the other. He’s happy with the simple, classic design he’s picked. The scarecrow bodies are set in front of the house, arms stretched out on the frames Dean built. Castiel walks to the one closest to him and reaches up, the bottom of the pumpkin already open to fit over the head of the owner of the farm they have been staying in. Dean mirrors his movements and fits the second pumpkin over the farmhand. 

Dean hops down and turns on the projector he set up earlier. It’s pointing it at bodies, their macabre decorations, lighting them up while shadowy bats slide over them. 

Castiel hugs Dean, staring at their creations. “Happy sweetheart?” Dean asks. 

“I love it,” Castiel kisses his cheek. “You know I like to start October with craving pumpkins.” 

Dean swipes his thumb across Castiel’s forehead, licking the red blood from their victims as he smiles. “Happy October Cas. Let’s make it a good one.” 

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Day Two: Picnic

Stacy holds her phone out to take a picture of herself and her boyfriend Ryan. After all, if she doesn’t post pictures online did it even happen? 

“Don’t make that dumb face,” Stacy snaps. “Pretend like you want to be here.” She smiles softly, just enough pout to make her lips look good but not enough to allow wrinkles to form. Ryan rolls his eyes but squares his jaw and then smirks for the picture. The picnic Stacy has styled is set out beside them. Her stomach rumbles with hungry looking at the delicious, meticulously prepared food. Makes her wish it was actually eatable. Real food doesn’t look as good on camera so sacrifices have to be made. 

Stacy snaps a few pictures, titling her head just slightly with each click when a soccer ball lands in the middle of her picture perfect picnic. She’s on her feet in seconds, ball on hand, face pinched in fury as she scans the park for the disrupter. She spots three Hispanic kids running towards her. Of course. Looking at the state of these dirty children she’s sure they are illegals. 

“Give me that corkscrew,” Stacy holds out her hand towards Ryan. He’s already looking at his phone, ignoring the situation. He puts the screw in her hand when she kicks him. She smiles brightly, corkscrew behind her back as she waits for the children to come closer. 

“Sorry ma’am,” the chubby girl says. “Can we have our ball back?” 

She’s surprised they girl can even speak English, much less without an accent. And ma’am? Does she really look that old? “You mean may you have your ball back? Do your wetback parents not send you to school?” 

The girl stiffens and opens her mouth to respond when the tallest boy puts his hand on her shoulder and stops her. “May we please have our ball back miss?” His voice is accented. She knew it. They have to be illegals. 

“Good to see at least one of you has manners.” Stacey shows them the corkscrew and stabs it into the soccer ball. Her smile growing with each whine and complaint from the children. She tosses it at their feet and drops the corkscrew. “Now get the hell out of here before I call ICE.” Stacey laughs as the children turn and run away from here. 

“Did you see that?” Stacy chuckles. “Serves them right. They shouldn’t be here anyway.” 

Ryan grunts in response. 

“Stupid little pukes left their garbage,” Stacy complains. 

“I’ll get that for you miss,” A voice behind her says. She turns to see a handsome bow legged man with light brown hair. His smile is warm and friendly and he is so attractive he looks like he’s surrounded by instagram filters. 

“Thank you sir,” she replies shyly. He’s hotter than Ryan for sure. Maybe this is her chance to move on to someone better. He’s dressed terribly. Who wears flannel anymore? “It’s nice to know there are decent people around here.” 

“Sure is.” The man winks as he picks up the ball and deposits it in a nearby trash can. “Those kids seem pretty great.”

Stacy can’t stop her face from falling completely but schools her features quickly. “Oh, yes,” she grits out. “Lovely. I’m Stacy,” she says, offering her hand. She nods at her boyfriend. “That’s Ryan.” 

“Dean Winchester,” the man says. He takes her hand and presses a gentle kiss to her skin. “You from around here?” 

“Lived here all my life,” she replies. “You?” 

“We’re just passing through,” a deep voice responds. Stacy sees a handsome dark haired man with bright blue eyes walk towards Dean. “You okay Dean?” 

“I’m great, Cas,” Dean assures the man. “Glad you found me.”

“I will always find you.” The dark haired man, Cas, kisses his temple. Of course they are fags. All the hottest men are. It’s so irritating. “You ready?” 

“You guys up to something fun?” Ryan asks. Why did he decide to join the conversation now? 

“Yes we are,” Dean smiles. He reaches behind his back and produces a large knife. “We’re going to ruin your picnic, bitch.” 

Cas stabs the corkscrew into Stacy’s foot and then knocks her back. She screams, pain shooting up her leg. She reaches for Ryan but Dean is on top of him, stabbing him over and over in the chest, blood splattering across his ugly flannel shirt. Ryan coughs and sputters, trying to push Dean off of him and failing. Typical. 

New pain blossoms as Stacey feels the knife ripped from her foot. She twists and tries to crawl away, her blood spilling across her perfect picnic. She feels a hand in her once styled hair and is yanked upward. “You shouldn’t be so mean to children,” the deep voiced man hisses in her ear. 

“I’m sorry,” Stacy whimpers. “I’m sorry!” 

“I don’t care.” She feels sharp, stinging pain across her neck and can’t breathe. She looks towards Ryan, tears falling down her cheeks as she watches Dean laughing manically as he stabs Ryan’s unmoving, bloody body. She tries to call for help but fails as darkness overtakes her. 

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Day Three: Garden

Dean tosses his shovel out of the deep hole, calling out for Cas to help him. Castiel appears above him, smirking. 

“Need something dear?” Castiel bats his eyes. He loves seeing Dean like this, sweaty, dirty, and trapped. Reminds him of when he told Dean he likes to kill people. 

“Help me outta here, will ya?” Dean reaches up but Castiel moves away. 

“What’s in it for me?” 

“My eternal gratitude?” Dean offers. “Not to mention I was digging this stupid hole for your freaking lilac bushes.” 

“We’ve been together for a while now Dean,” Castiel chuckles darkly, circling about the hole. 

“Three years,” Dean confirms. 

“Did it ever occur to you that I might be getting a little bored?” Castiel crotches down, offering his hand to Dean. He pulls it away as soon as their fingers touch. 

Dean huffs and shakes his hand. “Come on babe, I’m dirty and I want a shower.” Castiel stands and shrugs before disappearing. “Cas? Cas?! Cas, you son of a bitch!” Dean tries to claw his way out of the hole only to end up with a face full of dirt. “Fuck you Cas! When I get out of this hole-“ 

Something smacks Dean in the face, interrupting him. Castiel is smiling wide, trying to stifle his laughter. He’s holding the rope that hit Dean in the face. “Come on,” Cas chuckles. “You didn’t really think I was going to leave you down there did you?” 

“What?,” Dean scoffs, “No, no, no. Don’t be dumb, Cas.” Dean grabs the rope and climbs out of the hole, Castiel helping him to pull him out. He pulls Dean into a hard kiss, smearing dirt across both of their faces. Castiel is always so buttoned up. Dean is chaos, unpredictable, and raw. Together they are unstoppable. 

“I can’t get rid of you,” Castiel chuckles when he breaks the kiss. “I’m not going back to digging holes for the bodies.” 

Dean laughs and smashes their newest victim’s skull with the shovel, over and over until it’s nothing but a wet spot in the garbage bag. He kicked the body into the hole before covering it with a layer of dirt. Castiel sits on Dean’s leather jacket, enjoying watching Dean’s muscles move through his dirty, sweat soaked t-shirt. 

“You gonna help?” Dean asks, wiping his forehead only to smear more dirt. 

“No,” Castiel pulls his knees to his chest, resting his head on his hands, smiling softly. “I like watching you. Besides, I did the killing.” 

“Only because I pushed him to you,” Dean huffs. He grabs the lilac plant and drops it into the hole, building up the dirt around it before patting it down. “Oh,” Dean thrusts the shovel into the dirt and rests his arm on top. “You’re getting too old to do the hard work anymore. It’s okay babe, I still think you are hot.” 

Castiel lunges at Dean, knocking him to the ground. He bites Dean’s neck, hard enough to draw blood. He grinds against Dean as he licks the blood. “Gonna fuck me Cas?” 

Castiel pulls up Dean’s shirt, biting his left nipple until Dean screams. Satisfied Cas sits up and raises a brow at Dean. “Now be a good boy and finish planting my lilac in the garden.” With that he climbs off of Dean and sits back on the leather jacket. “And don’t keep me waiting.” 

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Day Four: Orchard

Out of breath, Castiel leans against a tree, ripe Granny Smith apples rain down on him. Dean sprints past him, hot on the heels of the young man Castiel was chasing. Maybe Dean is right. He is getting old. The kid didn’t look like a fucking track star when they picked him. Dean’s laughter fills the quiet orchard. Castiel begins to walk in the general direction of the laughter, smiling wide when he sees his love, covered in blood, stabbing the man’s chest with unrestrained glee. 

Castiel clears his throat. “I think he’s dead Dean.” Dean stabs him one more time and then buries the knife into the ground next to the man’s head. 

“Did he get you or something?” Dean asks. His cold hands rest on Castiel’s neck as he looks him over. “I saw you fall.” 

“I didn’t fall,” Castiel says, rolling his eyes. 

“Trip on an apple?” Dean asks. 

“I wanted to let you take this one,” Castiel lies. “I had the last one.” 

“That’s sweet of you.” Dean kisses Castiel softly. Dean’s eyes darken as he pulls away. He growls and latches onto Castiel’s neck. “You look so hot with blood on you,” Dean pants against his neck. Castiel pushes Dean away, sending him to the ground. Castiel crawls towards him, stopping at the rapidly chilling body, dipping his fingers in the bloody chest. He reaches towards Dean with his blood covered fingers. Dean scrambles toward him, mouth open, tongue flicking in and out. 

“My gore whore,” Castiel murmurs affectionately. He paints Dean’s lips with the blood, smiling as it drips down his chin, coloring his stubble. “God you’re beautiful.” 

“Touch me Cas,” Dean bags. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Castiel crawls into Dean’s space and his good boy leans back, letting Cas cover his body with his own, slotting together by habit. “Paint you with his blood, crimson traces of my passion.” 

“Please,” Dean groans. “Do it. Touch me. Anoint me.” 

And how can Castiel resist? 

He pushes Dean’s jack off of him before ripping his shirt off of his body. He’s glorious. Fingers renewed with fresh blood, Castiel traces the plains of Dean’s chest, bloody fingers swirl around his nipples. Dean is already panting, quivering, ready. Castiel rips open Dean’s jeans, pulling out his cock, and begins to smear it with blood. Dean howls with pleasure, encouraging Castiel to tighten his bloody fist around Dean’s growing cock. 

“Fuck my fist Dean,” Castiel watches his face, blissed out and desperate, Dean whimpers as he moves his hips. As he picks up speed Castiel wraps his lips around Dean’s flushed cock and sucks. Dean comes with a shout, Castiel happily swallows his release, sucking until Dean begs him to stop. 

Castiel pulls off of him with a pop, licking the blood and taste of Dean off his fingers. 

“We should visit the orchard more often.” Dean is laying on the ground, chest heaving. His dick is covered in blood. Castiel is lucky to have found him. 

“Whatever you say dear,” Castiel chuckles. 

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Liliana slaps her hand over her face, pushing her gasp back into her mouth when she sees her mami, tears streaming down her cheeks. The man in a clown mask throws his head back and chuckles, cutting open her mother's already dirty neck, sending blood soaking into her white floral shirt. 

“Go,” Liliana’s mami mouths. She lifts her hand slowly and flicked it, trying to encourage her to run. Liliana didn’t need to be told twice. She might be only six years old but she knew this was probably the last time she would see her mami. She held up her hand, signing “I love you” before she turned and ran back into the forest. 

Liliana has no idea where to go. They had already left home when the icicle men took away her papi. She doesn’t know where her brothers were. She doesn’t even know where she is. Mami told her their apartment wasn’t safe anymore but they would have fun camping. 

Liliana now knows that camping in a forest by the Washington coast is not fun. 

But she is a good girl. She is a princess. Papi told her so. Liliana is lost but maybe if she finds a farm she could find a tía to help her. Mami always said that every Latino and Chicano she saw working on a farm are family and family would keep her safe. She is pretty sure farms usually weren’t in the middle of forest. So she runs. She runs and runs hoping she will find someone to help her and the icicle men and the policía wouldn’t catch her. Liliana doesn’t understand why the icicle men are so mean. Maybe they are like Anna and their hearts are frozen. Maybe if she is extra nice and doesn't speak any Spanish they will go save her mami. 

The world suddenly spins and Liliana is on the forest floor. She looks back and sees a couple of men. Looking around desperately for somewhere to hide, somewhere to run, Liliana spots a fallen log and crawls towards it. She’s scared. She’s more scared than when her brother told her La Llorona could get her even when she wasn’t close to water. But Liliana was strong. She was strong and brave and she wasn’t going to cry until she was safe with her mami again. 

Something grabs her ankle and pulls her out of the log. She doesn’t scream. She holds on to the log, squeezing and kicking with all her might. She connects with something and keeps kicking. But she won’t scream. Her mami always told her not to let any man see that he scared her. 

The log crumbles in her tiny fists and she is pulled free from the log. The man above her growls, he pulls off his clown mask and shoves it in his pocket. She kicks him as hard as she can in his knee. The man howls in pain, releasing Liliana. She scrambles to her feet and runs but can hear someone behind her. She doesn’t look back. She runs but is suddenly lifted off her feet. 

Liliana scratches and claws at the person holding her. 

“Hey, hey,” the man holding her yells, trying to calm her. “It’s okay. It’s okay. My name is Dean. It’s okay.” 

Liliana shoves her thumb into Dean's eye. He drops her and Liliana tries to get to her feet before he grabs her again but there’s another man in front of her. He has dark hair and his hand is red with blood. Liliana turns to run a different direction but Dean wraps his jacket around her, pulling her off the ground as she kicks and tries to get free. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Dean yells. 

“Te mantendremos a salvo, mija,” a deep voice says. She stills in Dean’s arms. “Tu mamá se ha ido. Déjanos ayudarte.”

“She’s gone?” Liliana asks quietly. 

“Sí.” 

“Please don’t take me to the police,” Liliana is set on the ground. She pulls her head out of the jacket. “Or to the icicle men,” she begs. 

“We are close to Canada,” Dean says above her. “Let’s sneak her across the border Cas.” 

The dark haired man, Cas nods. He crotches down, looking her in the eyes. “I won’t lie to you. Your mother is dead. The men that hurt her, we killed them. But Dean and I will get you somewhere safe if you work with us. Will you trust us?” 

Cas offers her his blood covered hand. Liliana is only six years old but understands the smartest thing she can do right now is stick close to the scariest monster she can find. She takes his hand.

“The clown man,” she asks, “is he dead?” 

Castiel uses his free hand to draw a design on her forehead. She closes her eyes and lets him. “He can’t hurt you anymore. No one can. We will teach you. You aren’t lost anymore, mija.” 

“My name is Liliana.” 

“You like classic rock Liliana? Dean asks. “I’ll let you pick one music until we get you some food but then standard rules apply. Driver picks the music,” he points to himself. “Shotgun shuts his cake hole.” He winks and picks her up. “Come on, you’re gonna love my Baby.” 

Liliana is sure that these men are both insane. But mami told her Canada is a safe place so she will stay with them until she has a better option. 

And she does like classic rock so it can’t be all bad. 

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Day Six: Campfire

Dean finishes the circle of stones for their campfire. He carefully places the wood he previously gathered into the circle before building a nest of kindling and sparking his lighter and setting the small bundle alight. He blows softly, spreading the small flames, feeding his fire carefully until it catches the logs and burns strong. Satisfied he sits in the dirt and watches the fire. 

Cas wanted to go to a hotel but Dean feels like they have been spending too much time in the city. Maybe he misses a few creature comforts, he certainly wouldn’t say no to a burger and some pie, but nights like this remind him of his place in the world. He’s like any other predator in this world. He hunts those that the world would be better off without and consumes them. 

Dean decides to set up the Dutch oven and grill grate while he waits for Cas to come back with dinner. He’s even a good house/camp husband and preps the brussel sprouts, potatoes, and corn. He did promise Sammy he would eat vegetables every once in a while. 

There’s a loud crash and Dean draws his knife, turning towards the sound. There are bears and cougars out here and he’d be a fucking idiot to not prepare to face them. Instead Cas crashes through the trees and lands in the dirt. If looks could smite, Dean would be dead. 

“How you doing sunshine?” Dean smirks. “You manage to find us some meat?”  

“Of course I did,” Castiel grunts as he stands. “You can crave. I want to sit.” 

Dean puts the foil wrapped corn on the grate and walks towards Castiel, his everything. He pulls Castiel into a tight hug. 

“Thanks for giving me one night outside. We’ll stay in some fancy hotel tomorrow. I’ll give you a massage.” 

Cas nods in agreement and Dean kisses his cheek. “You rest and I’ll make dinner.” 

“You’re such a good wife,” Cas teases. He opens a camping chair and sits by the fire. “Make me a high ball when you get a chance?” Cas deadpans. 

“Anything for you dear,” Dean laughs. He goes through the trees where Castiel emerged and sees a large duffle bag. He drags it through the trees and sets up next to the fire. He grabs the first limb he sees of the bisected body and pulls it free. His knife slices easily through the muscle and connective tissue at the shoulder and pulls, snapping the bone and ripping the limb free. He dumps the clothes on the ground and begins to skin the arm. He deposits his prepared cuts into the Dutch oven. Once finished he opens a beer and pots half of it into the Dutch oven before joining Cas. “Thanks for getting dinner Cas. You know I love long pig when we camp.” 

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Day Seven: Surprise

Castiel slams Dean against the wall, his hands snaking under Dean’s clothes as he abuses Dean’s plush lips with his teeth. He’s always turned on after they kill. Dean looks so beautiful covered in dark blood in the moonlight. Apparently he’s a bit of a romantic. 

Dean whimpers against him, the pathetic, desperate sound turning Castiel on even more. “You need it don’t you?” Castiel sneers. 

“Please Cas,” Dean begs. He pushes at Castiel’s jacket, searching for his skin. “I do. I need it. I need it so fucking bad!” 

Castiel flips Dean around and slams his head against the wall. He sees blood on the wall, knowing he’s cracked Dean’s fragile skin. He pulls down Dean’s pants, rubbing his hand through the wound on his head. His fingers come away wet with blood. Pulling his cock free, Castiel rubs the blood on himself and pushes into Dean without bothering to prep. He’s probably still loose from the night before but he also doesn’t care. 

Dean screams with pain, pleasure, and abandon as Castiel bottoms out. “Yes Cas. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I never stop feeling you,” Dean babbles. “I need it. Fuck my hard. Make me fucking feeling it you asshole!” Dean fucks himself back against Castiel. Such a needy little hole. But how can he not give him what he wants? 

Castiel sets a punishing pace. He’s not interested in Dean’s pleasure. Dean’s his little fuck toy and loves it. Their yells of pleasure are louder than the thumps of Dean’s body against the building. 

Headlights glide over them, highlighting Dean’s bare bloody body with Castiel at his back, tan trench coat flapping around them. The car comes to a stop, trapping them in the headlights. A tall figure exits the car and walks towards them. Castiel growls in Dean’s ear as he finishes, his arms wrapped protectively around Dean. 

Castiel is hit in the face with a blue trap. Dean bats it away and pulls Castiel’s coat around himself as much as he can. 

“Surprise Sammy,” Dean says, his voice still breathy. Castiel takes off his coat and gives it to Dean. 

“Why didn’t you just pick the lock like you normally do Dean?” Sam is clearly annoyed but Castiel doesn’t care. He only cares about Sam because not caring about him would hurt Dean. 

“It’s a nice night,” Castiel shrugs. 

“Get inside before the neighbors see you,” Sam snaps. 

Castiel advances on him, limp dick still out of his pants. Sam backs up, hands outstretched in front of him, most likely in an attempt to protect himself. Castiel pulls a knife from the small of his back and raises it high. 

“Castiel!” Dean yells. “Stop!” 

Castiel looks back at Dean, wrapped in his coat, blood covering half of his face. He tilts his head to the side and watches Dean. “He was being mean to you.” 

“He was being my brother,” Dean snaps. He grabs the knife from Cas and points it at Sam. “You know he’s sensitive Sam. You can’t be mean to him.” Dean places the knife back in its sheath. “Besides, we killed the neighbors.” 

Sam rolls his eyes and Castiel wants to stab him again.