Author's comment: I hope you like this. Warning! Character death! Major Dean angst! I do not own Supernatural, Dean, Bobby, Sam or anything related to Supernatural.

The day had started off like any other day, pursuing leads, reading papers, suits and ties and some cheap diner with cheeseburgers. Meaningless leads, quick chats, tracking something down, loaded guns. Blood.

Clearing his throat, Sam looked up from where he was inspecting his leg wound and frowned when my eyes caught his. Something deep inside them flashed a warning. Closing my eyes, I shook my head. "If you'll stop undressing me with your eyes, I can help you with that wound."

But Sam remained quiet and looked at me, deep into my eyes. Something hollow was in there, quizzical. Finally a twinge of his lips alerted me to something. Frowning deeply, I looked up from the Colt resting in my lap. "What?" I inquired humorlessly.

"You don't know what today is." It wasn't a question, but a statement. The twinging of Sam's lips turned into a full out grin. To which my face grew hot and I quickly calculated the day in my head. It was November, I knew that much. Bobby had reminded us, because of something… November was a… Beavers Moon? Which meant more shifters.

Clearing my throat, I threw a glare his way and pushed the Colt back into the duffle bag. "Why? Am I supposed to know what day is it?" A twinge of annoyance started behind my eye. "Ah, it must be the day you shacked up with that demon bitch and rode her till morning come, huh? Well, you must feel like King Kong. Sorry for not respecting your 'religious' holidays."

Grinning, I popped open the fridge and took a long haul from the beer I pulled out.

Without missing a beat, Sam snorted and shook his full hair, fixing me with a stare. "No, quite on the contrary, Dean. It's your favorite holiday."

It couldn't be. Valentine's Day was months from now…

Itching my chin, I took another long poll from my bottle and eyes him in annoyance. "All right. I give. What's today?"

"Thanksgiving, Dean. Give your thanks."

"My thanks? For what?" I stopped and frowned deeply, looking into his eyes, seeing acceptance there. Seeing everything I ever needed and wanted there, in front of me, inside of Sam. Sighing softly, I set my beer down and walked over to him, laying my hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for sticking with me, Sammy."

A smile as he pulled me down and we locked lips, whispers of forever and never on our lips. Our tongues danced as my hands fingered his hair. Pulling back breathless, I looked at him and he grinned. "As if I could let you wander around with everyone out for your ass."

Snorting to myself, I shook my head. "Don't get too cocky."

"Dean-"

Hearing my name, I looked up to see Sam gone. Frowning deeply, I whipped around looking for him.

"Dean, wake up."

"What?" Confusion bubbled inside of me, a low festering burn.

"Dean, wake up."

"Dea-"

XX

Shuddering awake, I looked at the time and rubbed a hand over my long face as sighed deeply. Another nightmare. About hell, about Lucifer, about… Sam.

"Dean, honey, are you ok?" Lisa asked next to me, her cool hand feeling my forehead. I smiled softly and shooed her away as I went to use the bathroom. Stopping in front of the sink, I surveyed my weather ridden face with the dark circles under my eyes. A year later and it still haunted me, still tore at my insides.

Splashing water over my face, I cleared my throat and rubbed the remains of my last nightmare out of my eyes. I brushed my teeth and pulled on clothes, mechanically.

It was Thanksgiving and Lisa's family would be coming up from Georgia. Her family, not mine.

It was Thanksgiving.

And all I have is only a memory left to comfort me.

To remind me how thankful I should have been.