In trying to think of a drabble theme for this month, I happened to remember that March has 31 days. The number 31 reminds me of my childhood, when my father and I would walk to Baskin-Robbins (also known as '31 Flavors') for chocolate malts. So, I looked up the history of Baskin-Robbins and found what the original 31 flavors were – and I am using one flavor per drabble.

So, rather than these drabbles being unrelated, they will be a story of 31 drabble-parts. Since I did a bit of research, I decided to use some names, places, and facts in Baskin-Robbins' history. But, while doing this, the story will be complete fiction and I mean no disrespect towards anyone or anything. Hope you enjoy!

3.1.10

flavor: Vanilla

"So," Sam said from behind his laptop, "I think I found us a job."

"What is it?"

When Sam hestitated, Dean looked up from the silver knife he was sharpening and asked again.

"Um, promise me you won't laugh."

"What are you talking about?"

"Actually, promise me you won't get over-excited."

"So which is it, Sammy?" Dean smirked. "Is the job embarrassing or is it..." he paused, trying to find the right words, "just embarrassing to you?"

Sam huffed and glared at his brother.

"OK, OK," Dean relented. "So, what is this job that is neither amusing nor provocative?"

"Well..."

3.2.10

flavor: French Vanilla

"A haunted ice cream parlor?" Dean snorted.

"Yes," Sam grumbled, "for the twentieth time, YES."

Dean laughed and shook his head as they both climbed into their seats in the car to drive off to their next hunt.

"First of all," Dean said, turning his key and taking a second to savor his baby's purr, "don't exaggerate. I may have asked three times (and they both knew that he had, in fact, asked Sam to repeat the job exactly three times), but definitely not twenty. And second, don't get all snippy with me. You knew I would enjoy this hunt."

3.3.10

flavor: Rocky Road

"Yes, Dean, I did know that you would enjoy this job," Sam admitted with a pout, ignoring the first part of Dean's rebuttal, "and that's why I warned you not to laugh."

"And that was very silly of you, Sam. You also know that the surest way to get me to laugh at something is to tell me not to. Add to that your uncertainty in telling me about the details of the job in the first place - there was absolutely no way I was not going to laugh. Just admit it - you knew I was going to laugh, Sammy."

3.4.10

flavor: Coffee Candy

Sam thought about arguing some more, then realized he didn't really care that Dean had laughed at him - was still laughing at him, laughing at the hunt that Sam had found for them. It just felt really good to hear his big brother laugh again. Call him sentimental, but he had truly missed the sound.

He also would never, EVER tell Dean that.

Instead, he turned up the music (at which Dean raised an eyebrow) and sat back, relaxing while his brother drove the four hours from Las Vegas, Nevada to Glendale, California. It wasn't long before Sam fell asleep.

3.5.10

flavor: Pineapple Sherbet

"Welcome to the Snowbird Old Fashioned Ice Cream Shop," a chipper teenage girl in a white, brown, and pink striped uniform and matching forage cap said as the bell over the entrance anounced their arrival. "Do you know what you'd like or would you care for a sample spoon (she gestured towards a clear plastic bin filled with tiny pink spoons) of any of our flavors (sweeping her arm towards the ice cream array in the dipping display cabinet between them)?"

If Sam hadn't just woken up - well, been pulled from the car - he may have been able to respond.