Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel (Gen, All-Dialogue, Humor)
Summary: Any holiday can become excruciating as long as you know the right people…
Author's Notes: A late birthday present for lampshade_days, whom I hope will forgive the seasonal setting given that Canadians have a version of this holiday too.
"Castiel. Have you come to join us for dinner?"
"This body does not require sustenance."
"Huh. That's not what you said last year."
"I'm afraid I… Dean. Why do all these people eat the same meal?"
"It's Thanksgiving. We have a holiday tradition."
"So the people leave their homes to go in search of identical foods. I believe I have heard of this. It is called a zombie invasion."
"No. It's just—most people have Thanksgiving at home with their families. But some people like Sammy and me don't have homes, or maybe they're traveling like we are, so they—"
"Join the zombie hordes."
"What purpose does the red part serve? Does it symbolize blood?"
"It's cranberry sauce."
"Sauces are liquids, Dean. This is a solid."
"Just be glad it isn't a log. Hi, guys."
"Hello, Sam. I see you have also chosen to celebrate the zombie tradition."
"Enough with the zombies already, Cas! Are you eating with us or not?"
"I have not decided yet."
"Yeah? Well until then, decide somewhere else."
"As you wish…"
"Jeez, Dean, that was rude."
"Fine. Next time, you be the one to educate the angel about Thanksgiving."
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
"I lost my appetite for pie, Sam."
"Oh. I stand corrected."
"Exactly. Let's sit over there."
"So what was that thing about zombies?"
"I swear to God, Sammy, the next person who talks about zombies is going to be wearing this pie."
"Well. Happy Thanksgiving then, Dean."
"Sure thing, Sammy. You too."
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