Dean burst into the motel room, clutching six plastic bags.
"Sammeh!" he warbled as he dumped them all on Sam's bed.
Sam poked his head around the parting between the bedroom and bathroom.
"What." he grumbled.
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING, SAMMY!" he screeched, making Sam clap his hands over his ears.
He brought a fully cooked chicken out of one of the bags.
Sam zipped his flies up as he wandered over next to Dean. He looked blankly at the chicken before grabbing it out of Dean's hands.
Dean shrugged and wandered to his bed and began ripping the sheets off and laying them over the crap motel table.
"Dean?" Dean looked up, smiling happily.
"This is chicken... We need turkey."
Dean walked over, looked vaguely at the cooked bird and took it gentely from Sam. Suddenely he threw it at his head and screamed.
"ITS CLOSE ENOUGH! HAVE A LITTLE THANKSGIVING SPIRIT SAMMY!"
Sam caught it and laughed.
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"So," Dean leaned forward towards Sammy. He was eating by stabbing a knife into his piece of chickens and putting it in his mouth.
"What are you thankful for?"
Sam thought for a moment.
"Thankful you're alive and undemoned."
Dean tilted his head and smiled.
"Same Sammy, same."
After a moment Sam spoke again.
"I know what the turkeys thankful for..."
Dean looked at him then down at his chicken with a confused look.
"That it doesn't have a angel blade being thrust into its legs and being devoured like a animal."
Dean looked at him.
I know its not Thanksgiving but pretend. Happy Thanksgiving!