On the other hand, Halloween is a very confusing time for a certain angel. Sure, the concept has been explained to him. Though different people have offered conflicting rationals over the years. If Dean is to believed, it's about candy. If Sam is, then it has to do with the Gaelic festival Samhain. Though how costumes come into it is something he still can't grasp. However, to be fair, some of the better costumes are deceiving. It takes him a second glance sometimes to be sure he isn't looking a real monster.

It's, of course, a breath of fresh air when he steps into the restaurant Lucy works as it's nearly cleared out and free from the sensory overload. It's no secret that he is human today because he walks in. On a scale of one to ten to how hungry he is, he's about a six or seven. He sits down in his regular spot as all the other times when he's seen Lucy by himself and waits rather than feign interest in the menu. When she comes over in her mermaid attire, all the extra skin he can see causes his chest to feel tight. "You dressed up." He acknowledges, less articulately than desired. Compliments are not his strong suit.