This is Halloween | Itinere

[dudeimbatman]

Itinere does something every Halloween. It appears like magic on the morning of the 31st then disappears just as magically on November 1st. Sometimes it's more trick than treat, but this year in keeping with Itinere's recent graciousness, Halloween is all treat. The stores are bedecked in black and orange. Skeletons, more cartoonish than terrifying, hang on doors and there are pumpkins aglow with warm light everywhere. Even the foliage has turned red, gold, orange, and brown overnight. The air is just brisk enough to warrant a jacket or a sweater. The town has turned into a Fall Wonderland.

A fall festival has sprung up in the town square complete with rides, games, hot drink stands, and food trucks. Take a hayride or explore the corn maze. Try your hand at a shooting game or ring toss. Even if you lose, every vendor, shop, ride, and stand is handing out candy. You won't leave empty-handed.

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[mademeasaint]

There is a little more to share about her parents some other time though. "So what can't he do?," she asks then nods because it's very surreal. "Naming you two after them was the easiest decision I made." She can't ever really put into words how important her parents were to her as they were in her life for so long. But it made sense to her to give a piece of that love to each one of her sons.

It's the mention of Dean being at dinner that doesn't connect to any memory she has and she visibly looks to him puzzled. However, the story Impala is easier to connect because she remembers the day John drove the Impala home well. He had said something like that. "That was you?" She shouldn't be surprised really. Her smile grows because the word incredible has always been Dean's way of giving a compliment.

"You used to say that to me all the time," she tells him. The memory of four year old Dean using it on people or new experiences comes back to her like it was yesterday.

She softly chuckles. "I'll take your word for it." Of course she will pass. She loves when she can sit down with Sam but tea is more than satisfactory.

[dudeimbatman]

"Flirt?" Dean suggests. "He's like that Rainman kid when it comes to other people," Dean confesses, but he says it with the same affection that he uses when he calls Sam a bitch.

He nods, pleased with himself. "I know you wanted Dad to get a van, but..." he shakes his head. He couldn't let that happen.

He looks surprised at that. "Yeah? Guess I haven't changed that much." In some ways, he hasn't but in others (of course) he has.

"maybe we can con Dad into trying one," he suggests in a conspiratorial tone.

[mademeasaint]

Rainman, Dean? The small reference very clearly goes over Mary's head as evidenced by her brow arching; the gist behind it not so much to stop her chuckle. "Explain that one to me." She rests her chin into her palm.

She remembers how she said to John that a van would be the safest option. "I'm glad that you didn't let that happen," she admits. Today, she knows a van would have been a mistake.

"No" she shakes her head to agree. The only difference Mary sees sometimes is that Dean is able to use more words to express himself, but his actions still remain his primary form of expression.

"A protein shake?" The suggestion itself isn't shocking, but the conspiratorial tone makes it sound as if they've become partners in crime. Mary is on board. "You know you can't make your dad do anything he doesn't want to, but tell me your idea."