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*pouts*

Baby girl, you know I like to spend time with you, it's one of the funnest things ever, but you have got to at least pick a genre of costume. We've been in here for an hour already and you haven't even narrowed it down to a specific field of interest yet.

Okay...

No princesses and no popstars.

No animals either.

*nods* Okay. No princesses and none of this Hannah Montana nonsense. And no animals.

Okay, so to continue costume survivor, get rid of another category. Something that's real, or something that's pretend?

Dunno. *shrugs*

No witches. Or demons. Too many of those.

Okay. Well, look around -- what sort of things are you likin'?

Ummm....a fairy could be cool. They're kind of kick ass.

*notices the look in her eyes right before he's about to say something about fairies being girly -- and realizes that he's talking to a six year old girl and that maybe it's totally okay for her to want to be girly*

Yeah, they totally can be. Could kick Sam's ass, anyway -- not mine, but then again, nothing can. So. I guess you're gonna have to ask yourself this: wings, or no wings?

Wings! Definitely wings!

Awesome. *turns and looks at the racks upon racks upon racks of kid's fairy costumes, and the triumph he'd felt at them finally narrowing it down seeps out of him* Um, so -- there they are . . .

*does not yet realize how funny this is, because she's six. but one day, when she is fifteen and shopping for shoes, she will have much enjoyment at that expression*

No. No. No. No. Maybe. No. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. No. No. Yeah right. No. No. No. No.

I like this one. *points to an Autumn Fairy type costume -- green, brown, orange and gold...with wings made to look like leaves and kind of chic for a fairy*

*gives it the once-over, running it through a mental list of anything that could go wrong at having her dressed in it -- mistaken by other hunters for a pixie as she's just that cute, mistaken by a pixie for dinner because she's dressed like it is, whether or not she's going to be bitching about being cold because it's not warm enough, and finds it acceptable*

I like that one. It's got nice colours. You wanna try it on?

(OOC: Oh my god, not enough whiskey and rocksalt in the WORLD to protect Dean from the shoe-shopping)

*nods*

(OOC: Hush your face. Shoe shopping with me is a joy and a treasure and Dean should treat it as the precious experience it is. Don't make me put up a teen shopping thread. I'll do it.)

Okay, well, there's a dressing room right there. *points* I'm gonna be right here, and you yell if you need me, okay?

(ooc: yeah, a joy and a delight, I'm sure, for Dean to be taken to a DSW on a sale day. You put up that thread, you're in for it)

Kay!

*runs off and comes back to model for Dean* TaDa! What do you think?

(OOC: It's on!)

*standing there, grinning from ear to ear in her fairy costume, she was the most precious thing he'd ever seen. Not that he'd ever really admit it aloud, as then he'd be no better than his emo brother. But -- now, playing dress-up and getting ready for Halloween, she looked happy, and she looked safe*

You are just the most awesome fairy that I've ever seen. Turn around, show me those wings.

*does so* Do you like it?

*gives him the big eyes of doom -- the ones that say she wants nothing more than his approval*

Like it? *he grins* Girl, you are the best lookin' fairy this town as ever seen. Now we just gotta get some fake leaves to pin in your hair, and figure out what shoes you're gonna wear. And -- *he realizes that he's talking about accessories, and then thinks fuck it, it's halloween* yeah. This outfit's totally the winner.

YAY! *goes to change and then hands him the costume, ready to drag him around and look at accessories*

*clears his throat, not certain now to proceed with getting the rest of the little bits and pieces of the costume* So, uh, what else do you think we're gonna need?

Ummm...leaves and shoes and makeup with glitter!