Title: Home for the Holidays
Prompt: Written for kijikun on livejournal: "Supernatural, Claire/Jesse, "I don't want just cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving, Jesse."
Claire's eyes widened as she took in her boyfriend's kitchen. The new decor was a little textured . . . and over-ripe.
"Did I miss a food fight?" she asked, proud of how level her voice was.
Jesse shifted beside her. "Not exactly."
"Did your refrigerator explode?"
Jesse seemed to shrink a good foot just to avoid eye contact, and with him . . . anything is possible. Claire pats her shrunken boyfriend on the head comfortingly.
"Jesse, do you know how to cook anything besides tomato soup?"
"I followed the directions," her boyfriend reported sullenly, already returning to his normal height.
A glob of something purple fell from the ceiling and landed on his shoulder. Claire was suddenly and rather rationally afraid of looking up.
"Why did you invite me over for a homemade Thanksgiving dinner if you can't cook?" Claire demanded.
"I can cook," Jesse protested, and then brightened. "Besides the Cranberry Sauce turned out okay."
The sole dish held a place of honor in the middle of an otherwise barren dining room table. The bravely lit candles seemed to flicker under Claire's look of derision.
"I don't want just cranberry sauce for thanksgiving, Jesse." Claire crossed her arms, and studied her boyfriend closely. "Why didn't you just snap everything up?"
Jesse deflated. "Because that would be cheating." He gave his kitchen a slightly mournful look. "I wanted to make it for you the long way. And then . . . well, things happened."
That was incredibly sweet. Not particularly helpful, but sweet.
Claire sighed, and reached for Jesse's shirt collar to tug him down to her level for a kiss. That always brightened Jesse's mood. Stepping back and avoiding the puddle of turkey guts, Claire gave a little tug on her boyfriend's shirt.
"Come on, Romeo."
"Where are we going?" Jesse inquired, following her willingly.
"My house, so Dad and Mom can feed us," Claire returned blithely as she dodged the broken eggs on the floor. "Bring the cranberry sauce."