Sam/Dean, Vanilla Ice Cream

Date: 2009-07-29 08:31 pm (UTC)
Sam used to love vanilla ice cream, but then he'd had one crazy girlfriend before Jess, who always wanted to pour dessert on him and eat it off. After the fifth time of getting ice cream in his hair, in his pubes, mashed into his mouth and smelling like vanilla bean for days, he realized he couldn't eat it anymore.

There's this one girl on the case, she's pretty and sweet and she smells exactly like vanilla ice cream and Sam feels vaguely nauseous. He keeps wanting to cover his nose up with his hand, but he doesn't want to be rude.

When they leave, Dean asks him why he was being so twitchy. "You were like a beetle on it's back, Sam," he says.

Sam makes a face. "I hate vanilla ice cream."

"What?" Dean looks incredulous,"But it was all you would eat as a kid."

"Bad experience," is all Sam has to say. He can just imagine Dean laughing himself into next week.

Dean shoots him an indecipherable look as they head back to the car and then he leans across the space between him. The outside of his palm accidentally-on purpose skims Sam's thigh and he whispers in Sam's ear, "Well, that's okay, I like chocolate better."
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