Author: Mad Server
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the button
A/N: This was written for the Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam drabble challenge extraordinaire. The prompt was "tender."
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. You would know, because I would be bragging.
Popsicles. Lime, grape, orange, chocolate, paper wrapped and stacked in Sam's hands. Dean blinks out the rolled down car window at this offering, studies it in bleary bewilderment, then drags his gaze up to Sam's face, looking for clues.
"What are you, twelve?"
Dean winces as the words scrape out of his tender throat, then swallows painfully. Darts an assessing glance at Sam and sees he's watching, cool and neutral and not missing a thing. Dean rolls his eyes, realizes he's busted on this frigging sissy virus.
"We are so not eating those in the car," grates Dean. "...Gimme orange."