FIC: SPN: Vegetables
Dean liked vegetables. He would ask his mom what dinner was and Mary would list it all out. “We’re having ham, and gravy, and string beans, and cauliflower.”
“I like string beans,” Dean would say.
“I know you do, baby. Growing boys need lots vegetables.”
After Mom died Dad did his best. He did lots of research but was always there holding Sammy, keeping his boys safe. But once Sammy wasn’t a baby, when he was four years-old, a big boy, Dad started moving them around. Dean knew he did his best, in a way an eight year-old shouldn’t have to understand.
And they ate at diners and rest stops. Dean would order for Sammy saying, “A hotdog but not fries. What vegetables do you have?” He would order whatever sounded best. He would order the same for himself and then give Sammy his vegetables too because vegetables at diners weren’t very big, they’d come in little side bowls and growing boys need *lots* of vegetables. Dad would laugh and Dean would quickly say that he wasn’t all that hungry.
Once they were old enough to order the real meals it was a bit easier. The choice became a meat, soup or salad, potato, and vegetable. Sammy was still young enough to let Dean make his decisions for him. Dean always got Sammy a salad not soup and would give his tiny salad and vegetable to Sammy and just eat his own fries and the free bread and butter to fill up the extra space in his stomach.
Later, after Sammy left, Dean would order himself the soup and smile at the waitress saying, “Hey, sweetheart, instead of a vegetable can I have cheese and gravy on those fries?” And when they laughed he would say, “I don’t like vegetables.”
“I like string beans,” Dean would say.
“I know you do, baby. Growing boys need lots vegetables.”
After Mom died Dad did his best. He did lots of research but was always there holding Sammy, keeping his boys safe. But once Sammy wasn’t a baby, when he was four years-old, a big boy, Dad started moving them around. Dean knew he did his best, in a way an eight year-old shouldn’t have to understand.
And they ate at diners and rest stops. Dean would order for Sammy saying, “A hotdog but not fries. What vegetables do you have?” He would order whatever sounded best. He would order the same for himself and then give Sammy his vegetables too because vegetables at diners weren’t very big, they’d come in little side bowls and growing boys need *lots* of vegetables. Dad would laugh and Dean would quickly say that he wasn’t all that hungry.
Once they were old enough to order the real meals it was a bit easier. The choice became a meat, soup or salad, potato, and vegetable. Sammy was still young enough to let Dean make his decisions for him. Dean always got Sammy a salad not soup and would give his tiny salad and vegetable to Sammy and just eat his own fries and the free bread and butter to fill up the extra space in his stomach.
Later, after Sammy left, Dean would order himself the soup and smile at the waitress saying, “Hey, sweetheart, instead of a vegetable can I have cheese and gravy on those fries?” And when they laughed he would say, “I don’t like vegetables.”