The first time Sam kissed Emmelina he didn't expect to taste almond. They had been standing in the rain, caught in the most trivial argument about something so utterly unimportant that now neither of them could remember what had caused it. When she had asked Sam what he would do if she walked away, he had acted on impulse and grabbed her arms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Her arms had wound around his neck and her fingers had tangled in his hair as she had pulled him impossibly closer. He had cupped her cheeks before sliding his hands into her hair and tugging it as he had roughly deepened the kiss. Eventually they had pulled back, Sam's teeth scraping over Emmelina's bottom lip, and they had stood tangled together trying to catch their breaths. Sam had broken the silence first by whispering, "Almond."
"What?" She had looked at him in confusion, an eyebrow raised but a smile twitching at her lips.
He had answered like it was the most obvious statement in the world. "I always wondered what you'd taste like."
She had slowly nodded and chuckled as she nervously said, "I'm sorry about before."
"Me too." He wasn't sure why they had been arguing but he knew that whatever it was had hurt her and the genuine remorse in his eyes had made her forgive him instantly.
"We okay now?" The worry in her eyes had been obvious.
"Yeah, we're good." As soon as he had quirked a smile, her nerves had disappeared.
Since that day whenever they stopped at gas stations, Sam made a point of buying a bag of almonds or a bar of marzipan despite Dean's questioning glances. Sam had always hated almonds when he was younger but when Dean would question him about his new-found favourite snack, Sam would always reply with, "I love almond."
