The sun was just starting to set as Dean returned to the Impala.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Seriously Dude? And you mock me for being childish."
"Shut up, it's ice-cream. Ice-cream's always awesome at any age." Dean said, cheerfully.
Sam rolled his eyes and took the strawberry cone.
"Chocolate or vanilla, Cas?" Dean asked the temporarily-toddlerfied angel who was sat on Sam's knee.
Cas just looked at them in confusion.
"Ok. Vanilla it is." Dean said, handing Cas the ice-cream.
Sam quickly changed his mind; this was the best idea his brother had had in ages. "This is good ice-cream." He said, happily, giving his cone a long lick.
Cas, who had never eaten ice-cream before, watched Sam for guidance before tentatively licking his own offering. His head jerked back with a squeak of shock. "Cold!"
"The term 'ICE-cream', didn't give you a hint there, Squirt?" Dean chuckled, taking a huge bite out of his cone.
"You're going to get brain-freeze." Sam warned.
"No, I won't." Dean said, taki