It was the familiar sound of a 327 four banger that roused me from my slumber at about eighty thirty in the morning. I wanted to throw a brick at the car but I didnât have the heart because the deep throaty rumble made me think back to a happier time in my life. At least the memories made me happy for a few momentsâŠ
âFor the love of...Dean will you get your scrawny ass back here?â His father sighed as the boy with brilliant green eyes leaned over the counter trying to con me into giving him free ice cream.
âYou are vanilla baby, so sweet and innocent yet probably my favorite flavor.â He flashed me another lady killer smile and his father came in and grabbed him by the collar yanking him away from my counter.
âSorry kid, excuse this pest that I call my son. Weâll leave you to get back to work.â The older man gave his son a weary look that made him flash me one more smile and stride out of the shop with a sense of confidence that couldnât be shaken. âBy the way, hereâs a five for the trouble he tried to cause and for you puttin up with him.â
âIâve dealt with worse, but thanks.â I laughed and the man chuckled and sent me a wave as he walked out, his walk much like his sonâs.
âSheâs in love with me.â The son smirked and sent me a wink through the window and I rolled my eyes as I pocketed the five and began to wipe down the counter.
âYou wish kid, now letâs get going, we have to check on Sammy.â One last weary smile was sent my way and the two were off in the beautiful Chevy Impala.
A familiar Chevy Impala pulled into the parking lot and two tall men slid out and entered the shop with sighs, thankful to be out of the godforsaken heat. One had shaggy chestnut colored hair that hid his eyes from view and he stood taller and seemed lankier, while the other stood tall and proud with a sense of confidence that was unshakeable with startling green eyes and short sandy brown hair. The shorter one with the brilliant green eyes looked vaguely familiar and I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment and he broke out in a grin making me laugh loudly.
âThis is on me, a vanilla cone for you,â I handed him the ice cream and he cocked an eyebrow but accepted it happily, and I quickly made up one for his friend.
âOkay is this one of your women Dean?â The tall one asked with a chuckle as I handed him a chocolate cone.
âNo, Iâd remember having a redhead in my arsenal.â He acted as if women were weapons that he owned and it was oddly not offensive.
âIâm vanilla, sweet and innocent but your favorite flavor.â I paraphrased his old line that he used on me and he finally remembered and let out a small laugh.
âI knew this place was familiar! Dad wanted to strangle me that day, but you were too damn pretty not to flirt with.â Dean flashed that old lady killer smile making me shake my head.
âHe gave me a five for putting up with you. Although you were kind of charming in a weird way. I was so close to actually giving you ice cream for free.â I laughed and he leaned against the counter just like he had all those years ago.
âYou were in love with me.â He teased as he finished off his treat and I rolled my eyes playfully at him.
âIn your dreams kid,â I grumbled making both of us laugh and his poor friend was staring at us like we were both crazy.
âWow I never heard about this. You never said that you and dad actually had a good day together after a job.â He mumbled and Dean turned to him.
âI had actually forgotten about this because we had another job in another town. Plus it didnât seem all that important to tell you considering you were eleven and I was fifteen.â Dean shrugged.
âYeah donât take it personally, I was the flavor of the day.â I took no offense to his words because I had forgotten about him too for the most part.
I had memorized the sound of a 327 Chevy, so that when I heard it again I knew it was Dean pulling into my parking lot. So when that familiar rumble shook the floor I smiled and waited to see the iconic car slide into a space. My heart sped up when his leather jacket came into view as he slid gracefully out of the black car and strode into the small shop.
âVanilla, my favorite, howâd you know?â He smirked as he took the cone from my hand and made sure that he caught the melting treat.
Once again the banter was flying between us and the old jokes revisited like old friends. Everything between us was easy and sweet to taste, like that ice cream he was enjoying. Then he was gone again with only a flirty smile as a goodbye and his revving engine a reminder that heâd be back one day to enjoy my company.
I padded to the window and saw the familiar smooth lines of a Chevrolet Impala sitting across the street. My heart instantly stopped and I sucked in a breath waiting for a leather jacket to slide out and have Dean Winchester inside it. Yet no leather exited the vintage car, but a tall man in flannel with slight bow legs emerged. He strode across the street with an unshakeable confidence and a slight swagger that was all too familiar.
He looked like Dean Winchester.
The knock on my door startled me, knocking me back to reality. Quickly I headed down to the front door, swinging it open easily to come face to face with the flannel clad man. We stared at one another as if the other was a figment of our imaginations until I broke out into a wide smile.
âDean?â I finally gasped and he broke out into a smile that was sweeter than ice cream as he relaxed and opened his arms to pull me close.
âHey there vanilla, itâs been a while.â He whispered into my hair as he held me as if I would be the last person he would have in his arms.
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