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    [ supernatural -- seasons 9-15 ] Billy and Daphne stand alone: Freaks Come Out at Night I DO NOT own Supernatural, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.

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    081. nineteenth birthday

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    "What if we're talking, like, one toy gone bad or it's like a whole crew, you know?" Dean asks as the four walk towards the comic shop. "Like public master style."
    "Do you actually want there to be more than one?" Sam asks.
    "I don't know." Dean shrugs.
    Kids in Halloween costumes pass, yelling "Boo" at the four. Daphne smiles at them, remembering when she was that little while Sam backs away, letting a weird noise out, trying to pretend he's scared.
    "Still not a fan of Halloween, huh?" Dean asks.
    "Nope." Sam answers.
    "I still find that very offensive." Daphne tells him.
    "It's so lame." Dean chuckles. They go into the comic shop, All Saints Day playing on the TV. Dean gets a lollipop from the jar.
    "Hey, I can help you guys in just a second." A girl worker calls.
    "Hm. She's like your twin." Dean says.
    Sam pushes his hair back just as the worker does making Billy snort.
    "What? What are you talking about?" Sam asks.
    "Soft, delicate features, luxurious hair. She's like your wonder twin." Dean says as Billy laughs.
    "Yeah." Sam scoffs. "Well, okay, if that's me then that's you over there." Sam nods to the guy who is picking up comics and has a lollipop in his mouth.
    "That guy?" Dean asks.
    "Yeah." Sam nods.
    "Yeah, we have zero in common. Whoa, Hatchet Man. No way, Sam, check it out." Dean walks to a life size figure of the horror villain. "It's David fucking Yaeger."
    "Press the button." The guy who is like Dean says. Dean presses the button.
    "Time to slice and dice." The figure says.
    "Oh, dude!" Dean laughs.
    "Dude, that's fucking awesome." Billy grins.
    "Trick or treat." The figure says.
    "I need this. How much?" Dean asks.
    "Not for sale. Hatchet Man's a classic." Dirk says.
    "Yeah, nothing in common." Sam quietly quips.
    "Okay, what can I help you guys with? Funko Pops, magic cards?" Samantha asks.
    "Wait, Funko Pops?" Daphne asks. She tries to leave, but Billy grabs the back of her shirt, yanking her back.
    "Business first, Daffy." Billy tells her.
    "But it's my birthday." She quietly whines.
    "Later." Billy tells her and she pouts.
    "Uh, Stuart Blake--" Sam starts.
    "Vintage Hot Wheels." Dean says.
    "I'm sorry, were you getting helped by Stuart with vintage Hot Wheels or...?" Samantha asks.
    "No, sorry. My name is Ian Gillan and this is, uh..." Sam looks at his brother.
    "I'm Ritchie Blackmoore. We're with Campbell and Sons Insurance. They are our, uh... shadows for a few days. We heard about Stuart's little incident with the toy and we're hoping to speak with him." Dean says.
    "Oh, he's at home, healing up." Samantha says.
    "Well, we went to his place and his roommate said he had moved out." Sam says.
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