A/N: Just a quick one-off off the top of my head for my sweet friend TMATEOTB who had a plot bunny she needed someone to adopt. I don't delve into wee!Chester territory very often, so I hope this is okay!
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John had been gone for three days. When he left he promised eight-year-old Dean he would be back before bedtime on the fourth day, and they could move on to the next town. He knew Dean wanted to get back into school.
Little Sammy had been so well-behaved for his brother the whole time. They had both heard the ice cream truck passing by their shabby motel at least twice a day, the unmistakable jingle drifting through the hot summer air. Dean had seen his baby brother looking toward the window, his little eyes shining with want, but he had not said a word. Not so much as a whimper.
Dean had seen other four-year-olds pitching fits, throwing tantrums to get what they wanted. He was so proud of his baby brother he thought his little heart would burst. Looking at the clock he made his decision.
Grabbing the room key and some of the emergency money John had left with him, he stuffed the items into the pocket of his jeans. Then he went to play with Sammy, keeping his ears open for the tell-tale sound.
Three o'clock on the dot, he could hear the van rounding the corner near the motel.
"Okay Sammy, I need you to hold my hand, don't let go for anything. We are going to go catch that ice cream truck and have us a treat. You ready?"
The only answer he got was an ecstatic squeak, a blinding smile and eyes shining with adoration and excitement.
Gripping his big brother's hand tight, Sammy could barely contain himself on the short walk to the sidewalk. He knew just what he wanted.
"Rocket pop, munchkin?" Dean asked. He knew the answer already, but couldn't pass up the chance to hear the happy giggle and overzealous head-bobbling nod from Sammy. Getting himself a chocolate chip cookie sandwich filled with vanilla ice cream, he paid for their treats and headed them back to the room.
Sitting at the table in a musty motel room in the middle of nowhere munching their sweets, the boys agreed this was one of the best days in the history of ever.