Maybe Itinere has decided to go easier on them this year as a small consolation. One thing for sure is that things are neither peachy for the Winchesters nor are they all that bad. Mary saves time for these outings. (Sam is only a text away from the next lunch or tea date.) Things with John and Sam are the only work in progress. As for Dean's bat suit, it's hard not to see his enjoyment in playing a superhero. Mary can only smile when she sees him really into it first thing in the morning or when he claims the pancakes are bat cakes.

She welcomes him at the table with her hand rested on her cheek, eyes fixed on the costume before his. Bat Mom, he says. She smiles at how silly (and adorable) it sounds from him. "Slime pie, Batman." To show him, she turns the display card to him. Exactly what it is is unknown to her. He's observant to notice how his Halloween spirit how inspired her to change. "Yes. My favorite farmer doll when I was growing up looked like this."