Series: Hobble Gobble
Title: Sammiches
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns BtVS, Kripke owns SPN
Summary: Five Thanksgiving encounters...because I have nothing better to do.
Words: 190
A/N: Okay, I did this at 8A.M., apparently not remembering today is the infamous Turkey Day. I'm sick, I can't help it.
Sammiches
"OHMYGOD, What are you eating?" Dawn shrieked at Sam and Dean.
Dean hugged his sammich tighter to his chest and gave Dawn a death glare, while Sam fumbled his in his hands for a few seconds before letting it flop limply to his plate. Dawn's eyes were ridiculously huge as they took in the containers and paper plates on the table. She clenched her jaw and glared at Dean.
"You ass!" Dawn hissed, yanking the stuff off the coffee table and carting it quickly back into the kitchen. She smacked Dean on the head with the stack of paper plates at least twice.
"Sammy, get your little bitch of a girlfriend off or she's gonna be missing fingers soon."
"Dawn, what's wrong -" Sam started to ask, but was cut off by the unearthly shriek coming from the kitchen.
"Who the hell made ginormous turkey sandwiches forty-five minutes before our Thanksgiving feast?" Buffy Summers screeched as mini-slayers and watchers fled the scene.
"You two are so dead," Dawn hissed, noticing all of the fleers had big sandwiches of their own. "And you are not getting any pie!"
We were starving!