"We had Thanksgiving every year,"
"We had a bucket of extra crispy and Dad passed out on the couch."
Childhood memories make the men to come. Someone needs to care. Someone needs to understand what is of value to a child; what will create their tomorrows.
Two terror stricken children clutching each other in the cold rear seat of a car is a holiday memory never to be forgotten.
"So your idea of a happy memory is someone else's Thanksgiving?" Dean said to Sam as they stood on the Dark Side of the Moon.
"Wow," Dean turns away. "Just wow."
