FORWARD PLANNING
WOW: Bowl. Dean's forward planning for Thanksgiving means that Sam has to do some forward planning of his own.
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Thanksgiving was still over a week away, and Sam knew that Dean had already started preparing for it.
There was enough alcohol in the basement to float a battleship, a giant sack of potatoes and the bunker's freezer was stuffed to bursting. There were a ton of vegetables and corn cobs, every kind of pie imaginable (and a couple Sam hadn't imagined), two hams, and a turkey so big the sprouts were orbiting around it.
At the moment, Sam observed, Dean was standing in the Bunker's kitchen, enthusiatically mixing a bowl of brown gloop into something delicious.
"Dean," Sam called, announcing his presence.
Dean looked up from his mixture; "hey," he replied; "what'dya want Sammy?"
Sam shrugged; "I was just wondering who we had coming for Thanksgiving?"
Dean cocked his head quizzically. "who…?"
"Yeah," Sam replied; "and when they're coming? I'll make the bedrooms up."
"Ain't got no-one coming, Sam," Dean relied; "just you and me this year. It's gonna be awesome!"
"Just us?" Sam gulped.
Dean nodded; "why, is there a problem?"
"No," Sam replied; "no problem – I'm just gonna, uh, shoot downtown and buy some bigger jeans."
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