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Happy Thanksgiving

I'd just like to take this opportunity to wish all my American chums a happy Thanksgiving.  I wish you all good times and safe travels!

Of course, here in the UK, we don't celebrate thanksgiving, but that doesn't mean that, being part of the Supernatural fandom, we don't have anything to be thankful for ...

I give thanks for these three diamonds every day!

Anyway, ogling aside, here's a couple of little drabbles to celebrate Thanksgiving - Winchester-style!


Rating: K
Genre: family/friendship
Warnings/spoilers: none
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them


Sam smiles as Dean loads a ton of mashed potato onto his plate.

He looks around.

There's Garth, slowly unravelling after his first beer; Castiel, intensely studying a broccoli floret; and Kevin and Charlie chattering and squealing like chipmunks as they debate Middle Earth versus Discworld.

Dean proudly carves the turkey he's roasted to perfection, and Sam's smile broadens.

The Winchesters never had much to be thankful for, but after years of hurt and loss, they finally have a home and a new family to share it with.

They'll always miss their absent friends ...

But it's time to give thanks for new ones.




Rating: K
Genre: family/friendship
Warnings/spoilers: none
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them


Sam glanced round the bunker at the aftermath of the Winchesters' thanksgiving celebrations:

Dean drowsily sacked out on the couch, his head in Charlie's lap, while she mischieviously tickled his ear and fed him chocolate peanuts.

Kevin and Castiel sitting on the floor together, listing into each other like a badly stacked house of cards; both spectacularly trollied on one bottle of Asti.

Bobby, slumped in an armchair, feet up on a dusty pile of Etruscan texts, thunderous snores shaking the light fittings.

Even Crowley, slumped in the corner, indulgently swirling his scotch and rocks around his glass, radiated an air of peaceful contentment in his trademark sneer.

He smiled to see Sherriff Jody and Mama Tran emerging from the kitchen, giggling like schoolgirls as they carried two trays of steaming coffees.

Yes, it had been a perfect day, Sam mused, relishing the warm glow of stuffed pleasure that enveloped him as Sherriff Jody beckoned him over, patting the seat next to her.

Although, he thought, they might have to reconsider inviting werewolf Garth next year. Yes, the meal had been awesome; it would have been even better if any of them had actually been able to get near the turkey.



Tags: drabbles, fan art, happy dizzo, supernatural

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