Tag: thanksgiving

Sam and Dean lose track of the days sometimes, out there on the road. So when they come back to the bunker and open the door on what smells like a feast, they were momentarily confused.

“Is that pie?” asked Dean, moving a bit cautiously.

Out of the kitchen came Jack, in an utterly ridiculous apron. “Come on and eat. It’s Thanksgiving.”

They headed down and sure enough Jack and Castiel had fixed an enormous spread. Charlie and Dorothy came around too. They even found Crowley skulking around and made him eat an enormous serving of marshmallow sweet potatoes.

Jack looked around at everyone smiling and laughing and enjoying the moment and gave a silent thanks for the families he’d made for himself. Castiel appeared by his side and took his hand. They didn’t need to speak, they were thinking the same thing.