"Heck yeah. Plus, never know if they're gonna wanna pop out early." Dean ran a hand through his hair, already thinking over the possibilities. Halloween was over, so that theme would be pretty much done with, but there was Day of the Dead -- no, wait, also over. He hid a wince. Saints' Day was out, too. Wasn't the fifth of November something? Or the 11th. Veterans' Day. His dad never let him forget that one. And some kind of rememberance thing overseas -- he'd run into a ghost that was connected to that outside of Atlanta.

That'd put the party next week. Short notice, but doable. . . .

"You should keep the hubbies out of it, though. I remember Mom made me and Dad leave for Sammy's."