Title: Arts and Crafts
Prompt: Written for ravenspear on livejournal: "Supernatural, Dean + future offspring, Neither of them know how to make cranberry sauce, but they figure that together, they'll probably manage."
In deference to Bobby's wishes, the Winchesters are cooking and hosting Thanksgiving dinner this year.
This translates roughly to Sam cooking the majority of the meal, while Dean and Spawn (more affectionately known as Cassie) have been designated as the official errand-runners and table-setters.
Sam has not forgotten the Swamp Thing sculpted from Jell-o, and still doesn't buy the Science Fair excuse.
Maybe the pre-school Science Fair was a little far-fetched.
So Dean makes a grand total of eight grocery runs, and set the table with lightning speed. Dean figures that he has now earned the right to kick back in front of the television and watch the parade, while Cassie trots around the table to correct the place settings.
Sam makes an appearance only long enough to ban Dean from the kitchen while Sam grabs a shower. His brother objects to smelling like turkey, and Dean isn't going to touch that one with a ten foot pole.
It's too easy.
Cassie, on the other hand, has not been banned from the kitchen. Dean shamelessly exploits his five year old in order to sample the fruits of Sam's labor.
Once the pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes, and stuffing have Dean's seal of approval, he makes the request.
"Bring on the cranberry sauce."
Cassie disappeared into the kitchen and returns empty-handed. "Uncle Sammy didn't make any," she reports, her blue eyes wide. "He forgot."
Forgot? No cranberry sauce?
Not on Dean's watch.
He runs the calculations in his head. He has a good fifteen minutes before Sam comes back downstairs, and twenty before Bobby arrives. He has a five year old helper, and a can of cranberry sauce in the back of the fridge.
How hard can this be?
Cassie gives him the slightly dubious head-tilt of doom when he voices that out loud, but willingly becomes his accomplice for the privilege of designating the shape of the cranberry sauce-the human heart.
It's an even better consistency than the Jell-o was.