A/N: Ok, I'm bound and determined not to let my sagging number of hits and reviews get me down! I love writing these and I still have quite a few suggestions to go! This installment is from sammygirl1963, who wanted a trip to the grocery store. Sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted. Thanks also to Windyfontaine for the thoughts. Enjoy!
Grocery shopping with the Winchesters
"How long are we going to be here?" Sam asked as he threw his bag on the hotel bed.
"Long enough for you to be able to put your clothes in the dresser," Dean replied, claiming 2 drawers for himself as he unpacked.
"Well, if we're going to be here that long, can we take a trip to the grocery store, and pick up some stuff? I mean, nothing against eating out, but just for a change, ya know?"
Dean thought for a minute as he folded his apron and placed it in the drawer. "Sure, we could do that, although, it's about a million degrees outside, and I really don't wanna go out again so soon."
"Please?" Sam pleaded.
"Fine." Dean relented.
"Why do you still have that stupid apron Dean? There's nowhere for you to cook, and you're a fire hazard when you're in front of a stove anyway!"
"That was a fluke. My confidence in my cooking has returned. Besides, the only reason that little incident happened before was because it rained. The apron stays."
Sam dismissed the conversation with a wave of his hand, and the two headed out to the Impala.
They arrived at the only grocery store in town, and entered into air-conditioned bliss.
"Now this is more like it!" Dean said, fanning out his shirt, which was beginning to stick to him. Despite being embarrassed by his brother's behavior, Sam followed suit. It did feel great to be out of the heat.
Dean grabbed a cart and leaned on it as they headed through the aisles. He bypassed the produce, but Sam picked an apple and an orange for himself, thinking that he could put them in the mini-fridge in their room. He pulled Dean away from the snack cakes that sat in a stand in the center of the aisle, marveling how they could put junk food right next to the fruits and vegetables.
"No junk food, Dean. We're not getting anything we can eat out of a vending machine."
Dean's face fell, and he mumbled something about sugar.
Sam took over control of the cart, ignoring Dean's protests, and began perusing the aisles, one by one, picking up some wheat crackers, and some bread and sliced meat for sandwiches, mentally keeping track of the amount of space in the mini-fridge.
"Come on, Sammy! You're not getting anything fun! How about some cookies, at least?"
Sam complied by putting a box of sugar-free chocolate chip cookies in the cart.
"Oh, no, not sugar-free!"
"Yes, sugar-free. It's better for us. We eat crap most of the time when we're on the road."
Dean narrowed his eyes, and then took off. Sam sighed. His brother was worse than a little kid. He briefly entertained the idea of getting some kind of harness and leash for Dean, chuckling at the mental image it created.
Dean came back then, and dumped a sack of sugar in the cart.
"Get that out of there!"
"Not until we can get some real cookies. If not, then I'm getting this sugar and just dunking the cookies in it."
They locked eyes for a second, each challenging the other. Sam gave in first, and replaced the sugar-free cookies.
Dean smiled victoriously. "I knew you'd see it my way."
"I just didn't want you throwing a tantrum in the middle of the grocery store, like you did when we were kids."
"Me! That was you! You threw a fit every time Dad let me get Cocoa Puffs when you wanted Fruit Loops!"
"I never wanted Fruit Loops. I liked Trix."
"You liked Fruit Loops. You liked Toucan Sam, cause you said you both had the same name."
"I liked the Trix Rabbit."
Dean shook his head. "Nope. Toucan Sam all the way."
"Whatever." Sam shoved the sack of sugar in Dean's arms so he could put it back. He was starting to think he should have just gone by himself. He picked up a carton of milk, and when he passed the cereal aisle, he put a box in the cart.
Dean came back and pointed at the box triumphantly. "Ha! Fruit Loops. I knew it!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. I don't like Trix."
Dean laughed, and threw a box of Cocoa Puffs in the cart.
"We only need one box," Sam pointed out, but didn't pursue the point so they wouldn't have another stupid cereal argument.
The last aisle they passed before check out was the frozen section. Despite the air conditioning, both were still hot and sticky from the outside. They stared at the freezers, envious of the cold food inside.
Finally, Dean couldn't take it anymore. He opened one of the doors, and stood in front of it, letting the cold air blast his body, and pretending like he was looking for something in particular. He turned to look at Sam, who was looking at him and shaking his head.
"Come on, you know you want to Sam."
After a few minutes, Sam gave into the temptation and followed Dean's example.
"I feel stupid."
"Don't. Just enjoy."
"We really should move though. Someone else might need to get in here."
"Yea, yea, hang on." They enjoyed the cold air for a few more moments, and then reluctantly moved away, closing the doors.
Their items were rung up, and Sam paid with one of the many credit cards he kept in his wallet. Then they carried their bags out to the Impala.
Sam imagined that they were normal for a few minutes, that they would be going to an apartment or house with their groceries, instead of a hotel room. That they'd put them away and Dean would put on that ridiculous apron and cook something, hopefully not burning the place to the ground in the process.
They loaded them up and Sam was hit with a dose of reality when they pulled up in front of the hotel.
"All right. What do you say we get this stuff put away, make some sandwiches, and see what's on TV?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "Yea, that sounds good. And Dean?"
"Yea."
"Next time I'm going by myself."
"Your call. Just know you're walking."
Sam nodded, grabbed a bag out of the backseat, and carried it to their room.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Give me feedback; I need to know how I'm doing with these! Next up: doing laundry, past and present!
