The door swung open and in came Dean with a plastic bag, looking freakishly happy. He kicked the door closed and went to the kitchen, humming a little tune all the while.

"Did you get possessed while you were out?" I inquired from over top of my book.

"Nope," he said brightly.

"Then there must be a lot of beer in there."

"Not even close." Dean turned, and in his hands was a giant carton of ice cream.

"Wow!" I grinned. "What made you think to get that instead of beer?"

"I just thought a hunt well done deserved a little something special." He winked and found a plastic spoon.

"Get me a bowl, will you?"

The look Dean gave me made it clear something was up. "You're not gettin' any of this," he said casually.

"What!" I threw down my book and grabbed for it. Dean quickly snatched away the carton and put the spoon in his mouth. "Dean, give me some!"

"You can't have any," he said calmly, smiling. "And I actually have a reason why."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Dean held the carton up to where the logo was showing. I stared at it for a full minute before it finally hit me. "No way!" I exclaimed angrily. "Out of all the brands, Dean, you had to get that one?"

Dean cackled and rolled on his bed with the cold treat. "It's Dean's ice cream, says so on the box," he declared with satisfaction.

I grabbed for it but he kept me back with one foot while he dug in. "Dean," I whined, "I haven't had ice cream in years! You specifically got that kind just to do this, didn't you?"

"Of course I did!" He smirked.

"You're a jerk!"

"And you're a bitch. But I guess if you're going to throw this big a fit, you can have a bite."

"You know what; I don't want any of your ice cream!"

"Is that so?"

Dean's eyes gleamed, and in a flash I was on the bed and he was trying to force-feed me the ice cream. I shouted and squirmed but he was stronger. The cookies and cream got everywhere except in my mouth.

"You are crazy!" I yelped.

Dean just laughed that booming laugh. I was suddenly reminded of a moment long ago when we were in the same position, only that time he was trying to make me smell his dirty socks like a good big brother. It was amazing that after everything we'd been through, something like this could still happen.

I finally accepted a spoonful of ice cream. "There's a good little Sammy," Dean said in a mock-baby voice. "You can have your nappy time next."

"Get off me." I pushed him off and wiped my face on his shirt. "Ugh, I'm all sticky now!"

Dean chuckled, licking ice cream off his finger. I glared at him and went to the sink to wash my face off.

"Hey, you gotta admit, that was pretty clever of me."

It was. It was terribly clever. It was something only Dean would think of-and I was surprised he did think of it. He was normally focused on too many other things to notice such a small detail. As annoying as the tussle had been, it meant Dean was in a good mood for once, which made me happy.

"You know, I've been thinkin'," Dean began slowly, his mouth filled to bursting with ice cream. "We should go somewhere nice. Somewhere warm. It seems like we're always in the north, doesn't it? But I'm sure there's plenty of evil in Florida."

"Sounds good to me," I said fervently.

We'd never officially taken a vacation. Our down time consisted of hours spent driving to the next hunt. A week or so in Florida sounded pretty sweet.

"Good. We'll leave in the morning, then."

I figured there'd be a lot of pretty girls in bikinis in Florida-Dean's one weakness. I stayed up that night to plot my revenge.