Dean and Sam were sitting in the living room of the
small house John had rented for the winter.
The older Winchester was out on a salt and burn and Sam was watching
holiday cartoons.
The blond walked into the kitchen, trying to decide on
what to have for Thanksgiving. The
stores were closed. He looked in the
refrigerator and saw a half package of sliced ham and some eggs. He shut the door and went to the
cabinets. There was a half a loaf of
bread on the counter. He looked at the
can goods and saw some pudding cups, a can of pork ‘n beans, and a box of
oatmeal.
Castiel watched the young boy sit at the table, trying
to think. The angel understood that
Thanksgiving was a time to give thanks, but most Americans looked at it as a
time to have family over and eat a lot of food.
Dean knew there was nothing he could do. When his dad came home, there would be no
nice meal for the holiday. Maybe Dad
forgot about it. At three in the
afternoon there was a knock on the door.
The young boy looked out the window and grinned. He ran to the door and let Bobby Singer and
Rufus Turner come into the house.
Both of the boys were given hugs and the two men headed
to the kitchen to cook Thanksgiving dinner.
They did not buy all the regular fixings because of the lateness of the
hour. A frozen turkey loaf was put in
the oven. Three boxes of stuffing mix
and instant mashed potatoes were set on the counter with a bag of frozen corn
on the cob. Bobby placed a pecan pie out
to thaw and a pumpkin pie was ready to bake when the turkey was done.
John arrived at 5:15 p.m. He smiled and thanked the men for what they
had done for them. At 6:30, everyone had
a plate and was seated wherever they could find a place and had dinner
together. Dean found a seat on the floor by the coffee table where he could see
everyone. The boy ate his meal with contentment.
Castiel, feeling Dean’s emotions, knew this would be
one of his fondest memories. He reached
out in a hug to Father and received a special blessing. It was a day of thanksgiving and Cas was
thankful.
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