Thursday Evening - 70 Godiva Place

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The plan was for Dean to have his first Thanksgiving in his own house since he was a kid. A nice, quiet holiday with real home-cooked food. Which probably would’ve gone better if he’d thought to test the kitchen range oven before he tried to cook a turkey in it.

Or, you know, if he’d remembered to defrost the bird all the way before shoving it in there.

Turns out the oven thermostat was a bit off. And by “a bit,” it meant that setting it to 350 basically translated to “incinerate.”

So now Thanksgiving dinner was Chinese takeout and three different JGOB pies—pumpkin, pecan, and apple. Not exactly traditional, but hey, food’s food.

Dean popped a piece of General Tso's into his mouth, glanced at the spread on the table, and shrugged.

“Still better than most Thanksgivings I’ve had.”

(for the guest and extreme slow play)

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"Maybe next year we can deep fry the turkey," Jane suggested, honestly trying to be supportive and not instigating a house fire now that the firefighters were off the island.

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Dean was immediately a fan of this plan. And also probably should get additional insurance coverage for his house.

“Can you deep fry a Turkey and still have the stuffing inside it?” Dean asked.

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"..you know, I'm not sure."

So much fire damage. So much.

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It’ll be a year before this is attempted. Maybe some fire people will show up beforehand

“We could deep fry the sweet potatoes while the Turkey is going. Totally multitask this holiday.”

Not enough fire extinguishers in the world.

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"Oh, that sounds good!" said someone who only managed pancakes.

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Clearly they are culinary geniuses.

“I know right? I wonder why no one has ever thought of this before.”

Probably because they all had third degree burns.

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"Maybe they're stuck on the traditional recipe. With the marshmallows."

That, again, Jane had never made.

"You never know until you try."

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Castiel will have to be invited next year to undo all the damage.

“I’m just a little disappointed we don’t have a wishbone to pull to see who gets a wish,” Dean joked. “Does it work with fried dumplings?”

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They could have Castiel and Thor there to make it just great.

"It might just be a competition to see who gets the last one," she teased.

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“Well are we going with speed or who can muscle their way to the last one?”

Because Dean knew what would happen with the latter.

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"Whats more fair?" Because, yes. Not the latter.

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“Speed,” Dean said with a nod. “You can only pick up one dumpling at a time and 1-2-3 GO!”

And that would be Dean attempting to stuff dumplings in his mouth like a chipmunk.

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"Cheater!" she gasped, immediately trying to catch up. Because what was a little healthy competition between partners?

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“Mmph nope!”

Well, this cheater miscalculated how many dumplings he could stuff in his mouth. With two in his mount and one in his hand he’s got a lot of chewing to get to the last two.

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Jane attempted to ask if he was okay, but that attempt was very much muffled by the dumplings. And she had to get to those last two once before he did, so the attempt wasn't even that much.

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Dean watched as Jane snatched up the last dumpling and let out a grunt of defeat. When we finally managed to chew and swallow his food food he finally asked. “What did you wish for?”

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Jane swallowed the last of what she had then burped in a very ladylike fashion. "Tums?"

Very funny, Jane.

"Oh, maybe a dumpling race was a bad idea."

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“Well, I have tums,” Dean said with a chuckle. “Or do I need to worry about the amount of dumplings you ate?”

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"No, no... maybe. Just don't ask me to move for a few hours," Jane groaned. "Can we lay on the couch and watch something dumb?"

A real hardship to ask of Dean, for sure.

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“My level of dumb or yours?” Dean teased as he got up and started clearing the table. “Go pick a spot on the couch and a show. I’ll be right in.”

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Jane grinned and hauled herself over for a quick kiss. "Bring the pies."

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“Mmm. Fast recovery,” a Dean said stealing another kiss before she could get away. “I’ll bring the pie, Redi-whip and the Tums.”

He gave Jane a long contented look. “Seriously. One of my top five Thanksgivings ever. Even with the burnt Turkey.”

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"Good. I'm glad to help you get this," Jane said, sticking close to let that kind of sweetness linger.