AN: Sorry if some of the chapters seem a little "eh", a few were rushed and might not be as good. Hoope you like them anyways. Enjoy!
It was Sam's turn to buy groceries that week. They had run out of beer and cornflakes a few days ago, much to Dean's displeasure, and Sam had run out of apples and other organic food. They had been living off of leftovers and bagged baby carrots, which wasn't nearly enough. So Dean had tossed the impala's keys to Sam with the words "You get a scratch on her, I swear to God Sammy…" and had given him a shopping list. They took turns doing it anyways, and it was Sam turn. Although Dean did most of the shopping anyways, insisting that Sam would only buy "rabbit food", which was partially true, but today it wasn't.
Sam pulled into the parking lot of Walmart, killing the engine and exiting the car. It was surprisingly crowded that day, with cars taking up practically every parking space. Oh well, it was the Christmas season after all. Sighing, he started towards the store, grabbing a shopping cart once he was in.
Once he was inside, it was as if he had stepped into a Christmas festival, only with a lot more people and produce. Ever aisle had Christmas lights up, with special Christmas deal signs hung up all around the store. He could see a bunch of wreaths for sale a few aisles down. But that wasn't what he was here for, he was getting food.
It wasn't hard to find everything. The produce section yielded all his favorites, and the frozen meal section had all the steaks and burgers he knew Dean would eat. After picking up some cereal brands and the dairy, he made his way to the cash register.
He was waiting in line for the cashier when he saw a young couple standing across the aisle in the candy section. They seemed to be browsing for something specific. The boy kept showing certain sweets to the girl, but he just shook her head, her expression pensive and calculating.
"No, no, no," he heard her say. "It has to be peppermint. That's what the recipe calls for."
"I'm sure that anything else would work fine too," he suggested, exasperated.
"Yeah but peppermint is more romantic," she whined. "Besides, would you rather kiss me with my mouth tasting like peppermint, or like a jolly rancher?" she teased, giving him a sly smile. The both just shook his head, unable to contain his smile.
"Fine, we can smash up a candy cane and make the bark with that," he said. She smiled brightly, standing up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"Great idea."
Sam smiled. Watching the couple was almost refreshing. He had forgotten what it was like, to love someone like that, to be able to tease someone like that. Which reminded him…
"Sir, are you ready to pay?"
The cashier pulled him from his thoughts, dragging his attention back to the present. "What, oh, yeah," he muttered, pulling out his wallet. He was about to slide his card to pay when the bucket of candy canes caught his eye. It was normal for stores to be selling them at the register, he had never thought about it before. But after over hearing the couple talking about peppermint, he had an idea.
"Can you uh, can you add three of those candy canes to my purchase, please," he asked. The women nodded, typing something into her computer.
"Okay, will that be all?"
"Yep," he smiled, grabbing his groceries. "Thank you."
"What's with the candy canes?" Dean asked, looking through the grocery bags. They were in the kitchen, where Sam was putting them away in their respective places. Dean had come in to scope out the loot and make sure nothing was amiss and had found the candies that way.
"Oh, I saw them at the store and figured, why not buy some. It is Christmas after all," Sam explained casually. Really he had bought them for Dean and Cas, seeing as the angel had never tried a candy cane before and Dean hadn't had one in forever.
"You hate candy canes," he deadpanned. Oh yeah, that.
"Tastes change," he shrugged. "And apparently they're the most romantic candy of the season. So, can't blame a guy for trying," he lied.
"I thought that was chocolate," Dean said, confused.
"No." Sam shook his head. "Defiantly candy canes."
Dean stared at him for a few moments, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Sure." He said. "Whatever."
He was about to leave, walking towards the doorway when Sam said, "I bought one for Cas too, if you want to give it to him. I'm sure he's never had one before."
Dean stopped, thinking about what Sam had said. "Yeah, I'll do that. The guy needs to experience a little Christmas after all." Without further words, dean grabbed the extra candy cane and left the kitchen, leaving Sam with a triumphant smirk and a bag of tomatoes in his hand. This plan was going well, and it was only the second day.