Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: LICK
Word Count: 600 (I went a little crazy and this grew beyond a drabble. Sorry.)

A Wee!chester Story

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. Just having some fun.

Author's Note: The title was purposefully changed from the lyric "Hot town, summer in the city" simply because "some city" seemed to fit the Winchester's lifestyle better.

HOT TOWN, SUMMER IN SOME CITY

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Today was a big day, Dean Winchester had been planning this surprise for Sammy for weeks and now that they were here standing in front of the small, colorful building, Sam was practically dancing with excitement. Truthfully he was almost just as excited for this rare treat. With the money Dad left them strictly budgeted for only regular food and rent, Dean had worked hard to earn just a tiny bit of extra cash for today's adventure. The young boy carefully counted out the change he'd been saving before handing it to the gentleman behind the window. In return, the man handed him two small vanilla twist cones covered in chocolate sprinkles. Dean carefully handed one to his four-year-old brother. He watched as Sam tried to take a big bite.

"No, Sammy, you're supposed it lick it. Like this…" Dean demonstrated how to properly lick an ice cream cone to his brother. "See? You lick it round and round, especially from the bottom."

Sammy frowned. With great concentration, he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip of it to the cold sweetened concoction while turning the cone slightly. "Like that?"

"Yeah, sorta like that." Dean ushered him over to a bench where they both took a seat. "But you gotta hurry so it don't melt."

For all of the young boy's valiant efforts though, soon streaks of sticky white ice cream covered Sammy's hands, wrists, and shirt. More white was smeared across his chin and one cheek.

Dean grimaced and used a balled up napkin to try to wipe away the mess to no avail. "Sammy, there's more on you than in you. You better hurry faster 'fore it's all gone."

Slightly panicked, Sam nodded vigorously. But his efforts resulted in a sudden plop as his ice cream broke away from the cone and hit the ground. He looked up at his big brother with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Deanie?"

"Aw, Sammy," Dean sighed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the few coins he had left then shook his head. "I don't have enough to get you another one. It took me a month to save up for this time."

The four-year-old's bottom lip protruded but he simply shrugged. Defeatism a common mantle even for one so young. "'s okay."

"No, listen. How about we share? I mean, mine is almost all there, and I can deal with your cooties this one time…"

"I don't have cooties."

"Sure you do."

"Don't."

"Yes."

"Uh uh."

"Look, do you want some or not?"

Sammy nodded his head.

"Okay, here. And don't eat all the sprinkles."

"I won't." And then seconds later, "This's good."

"I know." Dean took the cone back and licked away at the frozen goodness.

The brothers passed it back and forth like that until Dean crunched away at the last bit of cone. When it was gone, Dean rubbed his sticky hands on his pants. He looked at the mess that was Sam and ruefully shook his head. "Next time I'm getting it in a bowl." They stood and Dean grabbed Sam's hand. They started walking in the general direction of their dingy little apartment.

"Next time?"

"Sure. If I can earn some more money. It'll still be summer. And maybe I can get enough to buy us some banana splits next time!"

"A what?"

"Oh, you'd like it, Sammy—it's got ice cream and bananas an' hot fudge and whipped cream—we'll get extra whipped cream…" Dean smiled as he thought about it. Sure, Banana Splits weren't as good as pie, but they were darn close.

FIN