Thanksgivings: A Narrative Fiction

Last week I predicted that Dean would struggle with the return of Mary. I think he is having an identity crisis which is leading him to act very ‘un’ Dean like. At the start of the episode, he even tried to talk to Cas about the situation. Since Dean was four years old he has been brother, mother, and even father to Sam. With the return of Mary, Dean’s place in the family has shifted. The scenes at the end of the episode where Dean was emotional eating

He realizes after a while that he needs to start by telling Dean that he loves him. This time he’d be sure to say it so that Dean believed it, so he would know it without wondering if there could be a double meaning to it like there had been last time. No, this time he’d say it and he’d look him in the eyes while doing so.

After the baker takes all the rage thrown on him by Ann, he in return begs for forgiveness and gives the parents what they were lacking, that is food. The baker does all this even though he is alone and virtually makes contact with anybody.

In the early hours between dawn and morning, Genie busied herself with cleaning the house and setting up the dusty decorations. She prepared the turkey, mashed the cranberries, and mixed the stuffing. By the time the first drop of sunlight filled the kitchen, she had nearly finished with the meal. All that was needed was the fabled Cinnacorn Pie - her father’s favorite.

When Steve put her down, she took him by the hand and led him back to the kitchen to say hello to Michael, as she readied a table. When he and Michael were through ‘chewing the fat’, Steve’s favorite dish was waiting for him at his favorite table: near the back, in the corner, by the bar.

When Carl arrives home, Carla is ready to make her pumpkin pie. Carla is fulfilled with her husband’s

Dean put toothpaste on his toothbrush to let Cas brush his teeth and got him his pajamas to sleep in. Cas tried to remove his clothing on his own; however, Dean was forced to interfere when he couldn’t get the buttons on his shirt undone. Dean had been hesitant, but the exhaustion on Cas’s face forced him to aid his friend, no matter the level of awkwardness that came with the task. Once Cas was ready, Dean brought him to his bed and eased him into it. As the angel reclined on his bed, he took Cas’s hand and began to draw

„Maybe you should tell me,“ Dean continues. „Since you've written it, you girl. You crushin' on her?“ A second later he adds, „On him?“ Just to annoy his baby brother.

“Ping, bang,” the not so subtle sound of the evening storm, awoke Lucynell from her slumber. The youth behind the counter stared in awe at the angel before him, at the request of Mr. Shiflet, he gingerly pushed the plate of cold ham and grits toward her. Without so much as a glance the boy’s way, Lucynell quickly gobbled down the hearty meal and then began to brush through her hair with the fork.

Dean was leaning against the wall, his head resting against the cool bricks of the building. He waited at the back of the building for around twenty minutes until Castiel came to where they agreed to meet. His hands nearly went out to wrap around Castiel until he noticed the rips on his dress or the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. " Who did this to you ?" He wondered, his voice full of authority and worry yet he didn't want to scare Castiel. His arms wrapped in a protective way around Castiel, keeping him close by him. " Do you want me to take you home ? Or back to my place ? I don't mean for sexual reasons but I want to make sure that you are okay. " Dean stated, practically whispering into Castiel's ear before pulling back. " I

Its a cold December night.Time of the year where the nights are cold enough to feel like the winds have hidden razors. This is tale of a father Gerald and his six year old daughter Harley in the modern three bedroom home so luxious home with the white glossed siding and black trim shining from the ice. Much colder living on the northern side of the state. We begin with dad preparing dinner and harley made her Christmas list for her trip to the mall tomorrow. With the spaghetti on the stove being finished Gerald opens his brand new Kenmore Oven. At that moment with a rush of heat you could almost taste the golden crisp loaf. "Harley dinner is done!" He shouts loud enough for her to hear. "Coming!" She replies with a quick answer. She could

Dean now owns the best pub in town, and is still proud of his flirty traits, he never truly settled down with a woman, and in fact, he is trying to not ending up as one of those sugar daddies from the news, but well, that seems to be pretty hard for him.

((Psychiatric hospital AU)) “Dean?” Castiel wandered around the dark halls of the building, trembling and hugging himself tightly. “Dean! Where are you?” He felt on the verge of tears. He hadn't gone to sleep that night. He stayed up, too afraid of the things that would catch him if he shut his eyes. If he was in his right mind, he'd see it was just the dark, nothing to be afraid of, but he was having an episode. He got out of his room- he learned how to pick the lock months ago. He couldn't breathe, he just needed to see Dean. The building was too dark when Dean left, too many shadows, too many things that could catch him. Things came out in the dark to get him when Dean wasn't around, and he knew that Dean couldn't be there all the time,

As we were poured into glasses that were not all the way clean, I saw one of my good friends Crummy. He came out with the rest of the batch. I noticed he was not baked all the way. I kept yelling --“Stop!”

That was how Castiel found out that Dean went to hell to save his brother and that he tried to trick Castiel so he could escape the torture. Castiel told Dean about his mission in hell and how angels were tracking a powerful demon, Azazel.