A/N: Wow, it has been forever since I wrote one of these. This suggestion is from Princess in the Pea. Enjoy!

Giving Thanks

Dean Winchester stared at the counter in the kitchenette of the suite he was sharing with his brother in the middle of North Dakota. Well, he wasn't staring at the counter; more like what was on the counter. A gigantic dead bird was lying there, just waiting for him to fill it with stuffing. Problem was, he couldn't quite bring himself to stick his hand…well, up there.

So much for giving Sam a Thanksgiving. He'd sent his brother out for the afternoon, telling him not to come back until evening because he had a surprise. The surprise was going to end up being a huge uncooked turkey sitting on the counter if he didn't suck it up and get to stuffing.

Dean wiped his hands on his apron in resignation. How hard could it be? Just grab a handful of stuffing and shove it up the turkey's…. He took a deep breath, took some stuffing, averted his eyes, and stuffed.

Once that horror was over, Dean realized he'd failed to preheat the oven. After reminding himself that he was an awesome cook, he set the temperature and shoved the stuffed bird inside. He'd just let it cook a little longer. No big deal. He scoffed. This wasn't so hard. He had no idea why people always complained about cooking a turkey. He'd forgotten to check how long it would take to cook before removing the thawed out bird from its packaging, but really, how long could it take? One hour, two hours tops, he figured.

While the turkey was cooking, Dean rummaged in the small fridge for the other items he'd bought. A pumpkin pie, cranberries, and some mashed potatoes completed the meal. They'd have to eat it on plastic plates but Sam would understand that. At least they had silverware. Dean cleared off the pamphlets and hotel ads from the small square table and set the plates and silverware down. It wasn't the best, but for them, it was good.

He couldn't remember the last Thanksgiving they'd celebrated. He supposed they didn't have much to be thankful for. Except for each other. Apparently, that had never been enough for their father. Dean flinched at his thought. He shouldn't be hard on the guy. Besides, it wasn't like they had celebrated any other holidays. It had always been up to him to provide his brother with something resembling a Christmas.

The only thing they'd really acknowledged during their childhood were their birthdays, which were always celebrated with an ice cream cone and a crisp $20 bill, to be spent in any way the birthday boy saw fit. Dean smiled at the memory. Even up to the time their father had vanished, birthdays were celebrated the same way. Even at Stanford, every year Sam received a $20 bill in the mail, each one postmarked from a different part of the country.

Shaking his head out of the past, Dean made sure everything looked ready before venturing back into the kitchen to check on the turkey. It didn't look any different from when he'd first put it in. Oh, well, he still had some time left.

One hour later, he was panicking. Sam would be back any moment, and the bird was nowhere near being done. How long did it take one of these stupid things to cook? Dean cursed all turkeys and instead focused on the other components of the meal. Eyes falling on the pumpkin pie, he realized he hadn't bought any whipped cream.

He wasn't sure about Sam, but he wasn't eating that pie without whipped cream. He glanced at the oven. The thing was cooking slower than an old person driving. He had time to run down the street to the store and pick up a can of whipped cream. Not bothering to take off his apron, he left.

When he returned with the can, everything was as it should be-except the damn turkey still wasn't done! Disgusted he wrenched open the oven and grabbed the pan the turkey was sitting in. Big mistake. He screamed and dropped the hot pan, spilling stuffing on the floor along with the pale turkey.

Blowing furiously on his hands and fanning them in the air, Dean forced himself to calm down. God, he needed some pot holders. He added them to his mental grocery list and stared down at the mess on the kitchen floor. He heaved a heavy sigh and began cleaning up what had been a promising main course.

When Sam walked in the hotel room, the first thing he saw was the square table set with plates and silverware. In the center was a container of mashed potatoes and a dish of cranberries.

"What's all this?" he asked.

"Hey Sam, you're back. I just wanted to put together a little Thanksgiving dinner for you. There's a pumpkin pie in the fridge after we get done with this stuff."

"Wow, Dean, this is great! I don't remember us ever having a thanksgiving. Thanks!"

"I'm the awesome big brother. It's my job. Now sit down. I'm starving."

"Me too. Hey, did you make a turkey?"

"Umm, about that…things happened…I don't wanna talk about it. But I got the next best thing." He came out of the kitchen with two footlong turkey subs and placed one in front of Sam.

"I forgot what you liked, so I just got tons of jalepenos on it."

"Gee thanks," Sam said dryly, opening his sandwich to pick off the offending peppers. "Thanks again though Dean. Hey, we should say what we're thankful for."

Chewing a big bite of sandwich, Dean thought a moment. "I'm thankful for the men and women over a Subworld being open today."

"Seriously Dean. I'm thankful for my family and the chance to have rare moments of normalcy in between the chaos that is our lives."

"Ok, fine. I'm thankful for family too. I'm also thankful for my baby out there all alone in the cold and for this apron. Oh, and I'm also thankful for the supernatural community taking a day off now and then so we can enjoy those moments of normalcy."

Sam raised his plastic cup of soda. "Cheers." Dean clinked his cup to Sam's and took a drink.

"Happy Thanksgiving Sam."

"Happy Thanksgiving Dean."

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