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ATTITUDE AND GRATITUDE

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Sam wandered into the kitchen in search of another cup of coffee intent only on returning to his room and diving back into more research. He stopped short and sniffed the air.

"What's that smell?"

"Uh, that would be the turkey that's in the oven. At least I hope that's what you're talking about."

"Seriously? A turkey?"

"Yup. It's stuffed and everything."

"Why?"

"Why? What do you mean why? It's Thanksgiving." Dean shrugged, shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"Thanksgiving..." An indecipherable look flitted across Sam's face.

"Well, yeah. And with no hunts lined up because it's so quiet, I just thought I'd take a stab at making a whole homemade holiday dinner myself. Well, sorta homemade...the stuffing is boxed. And the mashed potatoes are from a box. And the corn and cranberry sauce are from a can. I DID make a pumpkin pie from scratch though!" Dean proudly to a fairly respectable looking pie on the counter.

Sam loped to the oven and opened the door to peek. "Holy crap! Dean, that's like a 25 pound bird in there!"

"Yeah, I figured between the two of us it wouldn't last long."

The corner of Sam's mouth tilted upward. "I get it. I've seen you eat turkey. Did you get any yams?"

Dean's face fell. "No. I forgot you actually like those damn things. I can go get some," he offered.

"Nah. I'll live. Just tell me you got whipped cream for the pie."

Dean held up two fingers. "Two cans. One for the pie; one to just eat."

Sam grinned and filled his coffee cup. "Remember that one time Bobby cooked Thanksgiving dinner? We ate all three cans of whipped cream long before dinner. He was so mad..."

"He was mad 'cause we really only ate one can. The other two we used for a whipped cream war. That shit was everywhere!"

Sam chuckled. "Oh yeah..." He sipped his coffee and frowned. "What'd you do to this coffee? It tastes...different."

"I...uh...I added a little cinnamon and vanilla to the grounds before I brewed it."

"You...YOU...chickified a pot of coffee?! I'm scared."

"Hey, it's a holiday! I'm allowed." Dean refilled his own cup.

"Speaking of the holiday...wanna go watch the Thanksgiving Day parade? I could use a break from the research."

Dean shrugged then nodded. " Sure, why not. Everything's under control in here." He bumped shoulders with his brother as he passed him. "Hey, you still gonna cover your eyes when the clowns show up?"

Sam couldn't help it. He shuddered.

Dean grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Shut up."

FIN