Yeah, she missed Thanksgiving. But Dean hadn't done much for it, anyway. Bucket of chicken. He hadn't even known Sam was back just yet, then.
When she started glaring at him, Dean just shut up. There were things he could say about the way his family did things, about how often John'd left when they were growing up, without a word. That was normal, to Dean. Hell, he even did it somethings.
He sighed, sort of hoping Harry'd help him out here.
"Cas is an unhelpful bastard," Dean said. "He really didn't say. He said you were with Ellen when he found you. And that you were possessed." He raised both his eyebrows. "I don't really think that's possible. I looked for the charm your mom gave you and I can't find it, but I still have a hard time believing that."