John groaned at the alarm ringing in Dean's room and was rewarded with Dean's soft footfalls on the carpeted floor.
"Hey Old man!" Dean grinned and ducked the gamely punch that headed his way. "Im gonna go get Sam up now. You promised him you'll take him out for candy today!"
"Not ice cream?"
"Nah! He knows ice cream's only on birthdays!"
Guilt squeezed John's chest, and he turned to the sleepy, tousled haired, Sam who jumped up on the bed and cuddled in between John and the wall, making sure to pull Dean in with him.
At the wet smack John received on his check from Sam, he knew it didn't matter if it was ice cream or candy just as long as they were together.