The house might not have been fully furnished yet, but what many rooms lacked in furniture, they did not lack in ambiance. By the time dinner was ready, the smells of all the food had permeated the house, a reminder that this was the holiday, but more importantly, it was the first holiday the Winchesters had spent actually together, with those they cared about, in more years than John Winchester wanted to remember today.
And so it was that family and friend alike gathered together for a real Thanksgiving dinner. Amid laughter and spoken approval, from murmurs to outright exclamations, the food was passed around the large table he'd help Mary pick out from an estate sale while in search of dining room furniture to make that room ready for the holidays. John fancied that the sideboard, along with the table, was groaning under the weight of dishes of food, because there was everything – except the pie. That was still in the kitchen, out of react of temptation for Dean.
John watched them all eat and talk, feeling something he hadn't felt in years. Content. For so many years, he had been driven by the ache of loss and the poisonous burn of revenge. The danger was still out there, but the reasons? – well, that had all changed with the appearance of both the younger and older versions of Mary and the presence of Jessica. Those faces were enough to push aside that need to get the yellow-eyed demon, at least for today. It was the first time in twenty plus years he had been able to do that.
At the head of the table, he picked up a fork and tapped it sharply against the glass in front of him to get everyone's attention.
"I suppose we ought to go around and say what we're thankful for, if we're doing this right. Who wants to start?"