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DEW Challenge: Werewolf Garth and Thanksgiving. 460 words. Garth pays the Winchesters an unexpected visit just after Thanksgiving. Set shortly after 10.04 Paper Moon.

Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN_BigPretzel on LiveJournal.

Moon over Thanksgiving

"Hey Garth, how's it going?" said Sam in surprise, motioning the unexpected guest into the bunker. The flicker in his peripheral vision resolved into the figure of his brother and Sam tensed in reaction as Dean's posture straightened into obvious hunter mode.

"It's good," said the diminutive hunter, pulling Sam into a warm hug. "Just had to get out for a bit, y'know?"

Sam nodded, but honestly at the moment there was nowhere else he'd rather be. He turned slightly so that he could keep his brother in view, but grinned at the exaggerated expression Dean pulled on receiving his own hug.

"You have a good Thanksgiving?" Garth asked after releasing his hold on Dean.

"Yeah, it was great, mainly because I didn't let this guy try to help with the cooking," quipped Dean.

"Dude, that was like one time," Sam sighed rolling his eyes.

"Just 'cause the turkey gave its life doesn't mean you have to cremate it," said Dean. "Talking of which, we've still got some left over, you want a sandwich?"

Garth nodded eagerly, following the brothers into the kitchen.

Sam had noticed previously the profound change in appetite since the, frankly scrawny, guy had become a werewolf. "So what brings you to our neck of the woods?"

"Just following up on a few leads that didn't pan out, but since I was in the area I thought I'd drop by and see how you guys were doing."

Sam blushed slightly. He didn't know why they hadn't thought to contact Garth for one of their more recent cases and from the way Dean had paused and was gripping the carving knife, Sam suspected his brother was having the same thought. Clearing his throat, Sam asked, "So, the rest of the family not with you?"

Garth accepted the proffered sandwich from Dean with a happy grin. "Nah," he chuckled from around a large mouthful. "They're all off doing some hunting of their own."

"Really?" asked Dean, with an inquisitive eyebrow and a tone that made Sam shift uncomfortably.

"Black Friday sales," clarified Garth with a shudder.

"I did get us a pretty sweet deal on a new coffee maker last year," said Dean conversationally, as he turned his attention back to the turkey.

"Only because the woman who grabbed the last TV threw it at you," Sam laughed, relaxing back against the counter.

"Yeah, not one of the scars I'm particularly proud of, that one," said Dean, ruefully.

Garth finished his food with a gulp. "And I thought my pack were wild animals; they don't stand a chance."

"How come?" asked Sam, his forehead crinkling.

"They lack the killer instinct of the determined shopper," Garth added with a not-quite feral smile, as he accepted another sandwich from Dean.

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