WHO: Sam Winchester & Mary Winchester. WHAT: A day out. With ice cream! WHEN: Afternoon. Backdated to yesterday! WHERE: Out by the beach. RATING: TBD.
Sam leaned against the bar hanging from the window, watching as the man behind the glass dug into one of the large buckets with a silver scoop. Chocolate and vanilla. No strawberry, that was too much flavor. Always the same, every time. He had thought about changing things up a little, going for the vanilla and strawberry, but Sam just didn't think that it would feel right. He had changed a lot since his college days but some things, like this, would never quite change. While others - he looked to his mother with a slight smile - did. Not necessarily in a bad way either. Not if that meant he got to see someone that he once believed he'd never get the chance to even meet.
Pushing some of his dark hair out of his eyes, Sam gratefully took his cup from the man behind the counter and stepped aside so that Mary could order her own. Once finished, Sam quickly forked over the cash for their ice creams, shooting Mary an insistent look as he did. "You said we could do anything that I want," he told her, just as insistently ushering her away from the stand before she could protest, "that means I get to buy my Mom ice cream. No protesting there. It's in the rules."
Stepping onto the sidewalk, which led down to the water, Sam picked up his spoon and took a bite of his ice cream. Chocolate first. He could buy his Mom ice cream. They still had a lot of time to make up for and things like this, even if it was just ice cream, still counted for something in his book. A son spoiling his mother was practically required.