A Day Early
TITLE: Turkey Day
CHARACTERS: Dean and Sam
GENRE: Holiday schmoop
RATING: PG? (Dean sorta swears once.)
SPOILERS: All aired episodes, for safety.
LENGTH: 371 words
A/N: Happy early Thanksgiving to folks in the US, happy late Thanksgiving to those in Canada, and happy Fall Equinox to everybody else! Edited to correct my calendar incorrectness...
Sam found that he had to drag himself out of bed most mornings. At least now that they were living in the bunker, it was partly because the bed was very comfortable. He stumbled toward the kitchen, cursing the fact that the living quarters were so far away from it. Who had drawn up the plans for this place?
He hadn't gone more than about five feet from his room when he noticed an absolutely amazing smell! He couldn't quite place it, though he knew he had smelled it before. It grew stronger as he approached the kitchen. He pushed open the door and blinked at the sight before him.
All the counters were spread with various ingredients, bowls, and other cooking equipment, and in the middle of it all was a bustling Dean in an honest to goodness apron.
"Dean?"
"Morning, Sammy! Happy Thanksgiving!"
Sam collapsed into one of the chairs at a small table in the industrial sized kitchen area. He glanced at the calendar hanging on one wall and confirmed that it was indeed Thanksgiving. His eyes then trailed to the oven, and he realized what the heavenly aroma was.
"You're making a turkey?"
"Yup. All the fixings, too! Since we have a kitchen now and all, I figured, why not do it right this year?"
"A whole turkey? For just the two of us?"
"Well, there's Kevin, too, and I invited Cas. Hell, I might even let Crowley have some! Plus, we can totally freeze leftovers--turkey's good like that. I mean, it ain't all been sunshine and roses, but we've got a lot to be thankful for, right?"
"Wow..." Dean stared at him with one eyebrow quirked. He was probably expecting some kind of further protest or something. Instead, Sam just smiled back. "Yeah, you're right. Can I help?"
"Sure thing, man! Why don't you peel some potatoes?"
Sam walked over to the sink Dean had indicated and picked up the antique potato peeler. He noticed Dean humming something softly under his breath and was momentarily puzzled when he couldn't identify it as a classic rock tune. When he realized it was "Home for the Holidays" he just smiled to himself and decided not to comment.
CHARACTERS: Dean and Sam
GENRE: Holiday schmoop
RATING: PG? (Dean sorta swears once.)
SPOILERS: All aired episodes, for safety.
LENGTH: 371 words
A/N: Happy early Thanksgiving to folks in the US, happy late Thanksgiving to those in Canada, and happy Fall Equinox to everybody else! Edited to correct my calendar incorrectness...
Sam found that he had to drag himself out of bed most mornings. At least now that they were living in the bunker, it was partly because the bed was very comfortable. He stumbled toward the kitchen, cursing the fact that the living quarters were so far away from it. Who had drawn up the plans for this place?
He hadn't gone more than about five feet from his room when he noticed an absolutely amazing smell! He couldn't quite place it, though he knew he had smelled it before. It grew stronger as he approached the kitchen. He pushed open the door and blinked at the sight before him.
All the counters were spread with various ingredients, bowls, and other cooking equipment, and in the middle of it all was a bustling Dean in an honest to goodness apron.
"Dean?"
"Morning, Sammy! Happy Thanksgiving!"
Sam collapsed into one of the chairs at a small table in the industrial sized kitchen area. He glanced at the calendar hanging on one wall and confirmed that it was indeed Thanksgiving. His eyes then trailed to the oven, and he realized what the heavenly aroma was.
"You're making a turkey?"
"Yup. All the fixings, too! Since we have a kitchen now and all, I figured, why not do it right this year?"
"A whole turkey? For just the two of us?"
"Well, there's Kevin, too, and I invited Cas. Hell, I might even let Crowley have some! Plus, we can totally freeze leftovers--turkey's good like that. I mean, it ain't all been sunshine and roses, but we've got a lot to be thankful for, right?"
"Wow..." Dean stared at him with one eyebrow quirked. He was probably expecting some kind of further protest or something. Instead, Sam just smiled back. "Yeah, you're right. Can I help?"
"Sure thing, man! Why don't you peel some potatoes?"
Sam walked over to the sink Dean had indicated and picked up the antique potato peeler. He noticed Dean humming something softly under his breath and was momentarily puzzled when he couldn't identify it as a classic rock tune. When he realized it was "Home for the Holidays" he just smiled to himself and decided not to comment.