“Wasting my efforts, I see.” You couldn’t resist the temptation to tease Sam as the turkey hit the table after missing it’s target.
“Shut up,” But, the words were weak. Cloaked by his burst of laughter. Making his brother, and the rest of the table, lose it as well.
You didn’t remember the last time you’d seen your boys laugh. Much less enjoy anything as much as they’d enjoyed the food.
“You’re a godsend,” Bobby sighed out, stretching his legs out as he patted his stomach. Content in the way that only a well fed man could be.
“Feel free to move in with me,” Jody sighed. Taking a sip of her wine. Thankful to have been invited away from her empty home for the holidays. Taking her mind away from all that was lost.
“I just figured that it’s about time we all had a little normal… A little good in our lives. Even if it just is a proper holiday meal.” Your cheeks were warm from both the praise and the wine.
“That wasn’t normal, sweety. That was incredible.” Dean let out a belch that had you rolling your eyes while the rest of the table scolded him for his lack of manners. Taking away from the slightly somber undertones that had begun creeping back into everyone.
“Really, though, Y/N. It was great.” Sam’s foot bumped against your leg. And when your eyes met his, a naughty grin lined his lips. Hinting that his feast wasn’t over with, just yet. He hadn’t had desert, after all…