"Pass the turkey!" Ed said.

"Pass the stuffing!" Harry spoke over him.

"Pass the pie!" Dean called over everyone.

"Dean, not everyone is done with dinner, just because you've already had three servings doesn't mean everyone has," Sam said.

"So? I want some pie!" Dean said. Cas handed him a piece of pie, and kissed him on the cheek. Dean scooped up a spoonful of pie and shoved it into Cas' mouth. Castiel gagged, having just taken a bite of the mashed potatoes. He could already taste every molecule in food, and those two flavors certainly did not blend well. "Sorry Dean said sheepishly. Everyone laughed, even Cas.

It was nice. This was why he had chosen humans over angels. Dean had taught him that there were moments, like this, that were worth saving, that were worth fighting for. This was why Cas had rebelled. It was for wonderful human experiences like this. Sam and Dean had never had a nice word to say about the Ghostfacers, but it seemed that their feud was at least temporarily mended. Cas was glad, because Dean seemed happy, and that was the most important thing to him. If his hunter was smiling, and laughing, then Castiel was happy. He was in love, with humanity. He wanted to say something, so he said what he was feeling, something he never would have been capable of in the past, before he met the Winchesters.

"I'm grateful for all of you."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm grateful for all of you who read my story! I hope you all enjoyed reading it least a fraction as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Thanks so much to everyone who read this, especially those who reviewed, followed, and/or favorited. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!