Dean looked around for their waitress. "Thank God this place is open 365 days a year."
"Yeah." Sam closed his laptop, shoved it to the side of the table. "Remember that year in Kentucky?"
Dean blanched. "Black-eyed peas for Thanksgiving," he said in a hollow voice. He brightened. "We're gonna do it right this year, though, Sammy! Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing. And pie. Lots of pie!"
"Here you are, boys!" A smiling waitress brought over a couple of plates and set them down. "Happy Thanksgiving!"
Dean stared down at his plate, a horrified expression on his face. "WTF is this?"
