There is no time line for these chapters, they're all out of order. Unless the time is specified, you can just guess when it takes place.
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...She could celebrate Thanksgiving. (AKA She'd Have a Home and Family.)
"So you eat a dead animal and talk about what you're thankful for...?" Meg asked sardonically.
"And you get together with family." Sam defended.
"And yours is...?"
"Dean, and uh..." He huffed. "Well family doesn't always mean blood."
"Okay then your non blood family is?" She arched an eyebrow. The two of them were sitting in the Impala waiting for Dean and Castiel to finish off some minor demon. Or ghost. They had been hunting nonstop, so Meg often got the targets confused. Her binge watching of Buffy hadn't helped either, she brandished a cross at a vampire and learned the hard way that vampires didn't give two shits about crosses. Or sunlight.
"Castiel and you."
"Me?" She laughed. "Oh Sammy, we aren't family."
"Don't call me that." He said lightly. "And yeah, you are."
"Prove it."
"You live with us."
Meg scoffed. "That doesn't-whatever."
"We had family movie nights!"
"Those weren't family movie nights!" She thought of those Friday nights when they all watched horror movies and made fun of the mistakes in lore and overall acting. Okay, so that was a family movie night. "Anything else?"
"You're basically married to Cas, and he's definitely family. So that makes you family." he said with finality.
"We are not married." Meg argued vehemently.
"Who's not married?" Dean cut in as he hopped into the driver's seat covered in some weird substance. Right, skinwalker.
"Pitt and Jolie." Meg lied, brandishing her gossip magazine and glaring at Sam to shut his pie hole. He smirked.
"That's a couple months old." Dean turned over the engine.
"And you would know how?" She asked.
"'Cause I got you the latest one." He threw a magazine into the back and Meg snatched it out of the air. Sure enough, Angeline Jolie was in a wedding dress.
"Thanks." She'd deny it until she died, but she felt a flicker of happiness that someone had bought her something.
"See?" Sam pointed at Dean. "He bought you a present, you're officially family."
Meg expected Dean to almost crash the car at the mention of her being in their family, but he merely shrugged as if he was agreeing.
"It's true, family buy each other stuff."
"Where's Clarence?" She changed the subject.
"He had to go do something. Said he'd meet us back at the Bunker." Dean replied.
"What the Hell?" Meg and the brothers took in the absurd amount of autumn coloured leaves lying around the Bunker, and this was after they saw the wreath on the door.
"Do you like it?" Their heads swivelled to the kitchen, where Castiel had an entire turkey, (dead,) on the table. There was a gravy boat and already four place settings set out.
"Wow this is..." Sam ran a hand through his air as he looked at the food appreciatively. "It's great Cas."
"Yeah, but where's the pie?" Dean then gave a little yelp as Sam jabbed his elbow into Dean's side. "Sorry."
"It's in the oven." Castiel gave a tiny smile.
"Awesome." The pie obsessed brother sat at the table, knife and fork quickly grasped.
"You can cook?" Meg sat down soon after.
"Well, I'm just heating the pie up. I uh..." He fidgeted.
"You stole the turkey didn't you." It wasn't even a question.
"They had six!" Castiel protested.
"I'm rubbing off on your aren't I, cloud hopper?" Meg let him decided whether that was an innuendo or not.
"Okay." Sam said once they were all seated, a slice of pie mysteriously on Dean's plate already. "I'm thankful for-"
"Really?" Meg whined. "I'm hungry."
"Shut up." He said it without venom. "As I was saying, I'm thankful for the four of you, we haven't died in a year-"
"Hear hear."
"-and this stolen turkey."
"They had si-"
"We know Cas."
"I'm thankful for uh..." Dean poked at his pie, and stopped when Sam shot him a glare. "The same. And that there hasn't been an apocalypse in the last four weeks."
"Meg?" They all look at her expectantly. She didn't know what to say.
She looked down at her plate. Sam took her stolen food idea. Then it hit her.
"I'm thankful for my family."
She could celebrate Christmas.
"So you sit around a dead tree and give presents to people?" Meg asked Dean.
"Pretty much." He thumbed through his magazine, Busty Asian Beauties: Christmas Edition. Meg turned the page of her own magazine, some gossip one. Apparently Taylor Swift had a new single out.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have any money for presents."
"Since when do you use money to buy things?" Dean wondered aloud.
"Shut up."
"What is this?" Meg poked the weird plant thing hanging above the door.
"Mistletoe." Dean replied. Meg jumped back from the plant thing.
"You two walked under it, you gotta kiss!" They looked at the store clerk who had watched them come in. This was obviously some sort of entertainment for him.
"Oh he's my brother."
"She's married to my brother."
They said it at the same time, and whipped their heads toward each other with frightening synchronization.
"I'm not married to Cas!" Meg shoved Dean not that lightly and he stumbled before he walked off to where the salt was.
"Huh." The clerk decided talking to them wasn't worth it, and started playing some game on his phone.
Meg walked up to the counter and slapped his phone away."Five bucks for the weird plant thing."
"That's not for sale-" She blinked, her demon eyes appearing. "Okay, take it for free! Just don't hurt me!"
"Anything wrong?" Dean had gotten his salt and was watching them warily.
"Nope." Meg smiled sickeningly at the clerk, her black eyes replaced with her human ones.
While Dean was paying she swiped it and stuffed it into her pocket, paying no attention to the quivering man behind the counter.
"You can bake?" Dean looked at the apple pie, his eyes wide.
Meg shrugged. "Not really. Just thought I'd try it out, Cas supplied us with dinner and dessert last holiday, I'm just making us dessert."
"That's fine! Just pie is good!"
"We haven't had any dinner ye-"
"So?" Meg and Dean interrupted Sam.
"Okay okay, never mind."
"I want another." Dean said stubbornly, like a child. It had only been five minutes since she'd dished the pie out.
"Relax, none of us have finished ours yet." Meg rolled her eyes. The kitchenette in the motel might not have been the best, but the way Dean had wolfed his down showed it had at least tasted decent.
"Thank you Meg, its delicious." Castiel popped another forkful into his mouth.
Meg merely grinned around her own fork, conscious of the mistletoe in her pocket.
After everyone had finished, Castiel, Sam and Dean had gone to do something. She had placed the weird plant thing above the door, and waited patiently. Castiel's phone was in her hand.
Then it happened.
"Meg? Have you seen my phone? I seem to have mis-" He saw it in her hand.
"You're under the mistletoe." She smirked.
"Yes, but my phone..."
"Aw come on Clarence! Don't you know what you have to do?" She left out that she hadn't known what it even was until a few hours ago.
"Well." He leaned against the door frame, closing the door. "It doesn't work unless you're under it too."
She walked over, hips swaying, until they were both almost touching. She could feel the heat coming off him, despite the snowy weather conditions.
"So you do know."
"Not really. Maybe you should show me?" Meg knew flirting wan't his forte, so hearing him like that always made her a little happy.
She pressed her lips to his, and he twined his hand in her hair. He had her pressed against the door she realized, and it reminded her of when they had first kissed. The heat, the passion, the fierceness simmering under the skin.
They stayed like that for a while, only taking minuscule breaks to breathe. Meg was mentally patting herself on the back, when Dean's voice boomed through the wood.
"We got carollers!" Her eyes flew open and Castiel's did too. They stared at each other comically for a second, before the door opened and she fell, Castiel landing on top of her.
"Hello boys." She said huskily, staring up at the two of them.
"Uh..." About a dozen people were staring at the the two of them. Castiel had resigned himself to the humiliation, and just flopped on Meg, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
"You're here to sing aren't you?" Sam said pointedly. The two of them were too used to this kind of stuff.
"...we wish you a merry Christmas..."
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