brother. "I never said treat," came the creepy voice next to him. Dean wasted no time in dropping Sam on his butt, candy falling back into the trunk as he reached for the silver knife on his belt loop. Brandishing the weapon, Dean pulled Sam closer to him and stepped away from the car, watching

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opened back half window. Dean grimaced, noting he'd have to lift Sam to reach in for the candy. Starting to lift Sam up, Dean spotted an odd sigil carved into the old man's palm. Before Dean could let Sam down, small hands were reaching for a Hershey bar, determined to get two to share with his big

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their dad to give in, at least for the few trunks on the way to their car. As John popped in to the pharmacy, Dean let Sammy approach a station wagon with an old man giving full size chocolate bars. "Twick oh tweat!" The man grinned, eyes lighting up as he spread his hands in the direction of the

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Dean had never heard of such a thing, trick or treating out of car trunks lined up and down Main Street in the tiny Alabama town. Supposedly, it was safer for kids. And oh, when five year old Sammy saw it when they exited the diner, his eyes got so big and watery that Dean knew he was going to get

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I would also accept a Trudeau-Ossoff trouser comparison thread. For educational purposes.

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