Castiel marches up the driveway, past the distressed-looking jack-o-lanterns and fake spider webs. Though he’d normally be terrified by the grotesque heads hanging from the tree up front and the scary mannequins dotting the path to the door, a husband is brave.
So Cas is brave, too.
He adjusts his blue tie and holds tight to the little bucket in his hands, fingers turning almost white. There’s a witch handing out candy, but she looks nice enough, and Castiel sets his four year-old shoulders before continuing on.
He’s almost at the door when he notices his husband is missing.
TRUMP. The finished painting. Based on a Trump Nightmare I had.
The Trump Nightmare: It was just after Trump had announced he was running for President and he was scheduled to visit a nearby Chinese souvenir shop (?) so I’d turned up to take videos and laugh at Trump. When he got out of the limo I was shocked to see an oversized (like 2.5m tall), grotesque, paper mache bobble head Trump. I was videoing and laughing, and silently questioning this world but he spotted me in the crowd and saw into my soul and, with frightening speed, started to chase me through wheat fields and cities, shaky cam style, accompanied by henchmen. Probably my brain telling me that although he’s ridiculous and hilarious to behold, he’s actually a horrifying reality.