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[chainedtoacomet]

After their somewhat awkward month long stint of fleeting glances due to some dodgy papers Jimmy was more than just thankful to be able to set up a surprise like a real modern day thanksgiving meal for Dean. No one told him which helped. Not even Sam who usually buckled under the weight of Dean's nitpicking. By the end of it the table had been cram

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[notagoddamnhero]

Dean, as always, special occasion or not, had eaten way beyond healthy and had long given out trying to stay standing after they'd said goodbye to everyone. Already sprawled out across a majority of the couch, the button of his jeans had long since been unfastened, giving his belly a little extra room. He still like he felt he was going to explode any second, but it had been worth it just for the food Jimmy had made.

"That was... amazin'." The fact that he sounded almost half asleep was simply a testament to just how much he'd eaten. He really wasn't going to be moving anytime soon.

[chainedtoacomet]

Jimmy was equally tired and didn't have the benefits of being unfastened and leisurely dressed. His family had expectations. If it had only been Missouri, Bobby, Sam, and Dean's company it would have been another story but it ended up being much more than that.

Jimmy leaned his head into Dean's shoulder, "I'm glad you thought so."

[notagoddamnhero]

Able to move his arm just enough to slide around Jimmy's shoulders, Dean let his eyes slide shut and grinned contentedly. It had been a long time since he'd had a thanksgiving dinner like that, and he definitely wasn't complaining.

"Everybody thought so."

[chainedtoacomet]

Jimmy leaned up to kiss at the under side of Dean's jaw and released a contented little sigh.

"Well, it was more for you than everybody else," he patted Dean's full stomach gently before pushing his head back into his shoulder.