living in the love of the common people

[momchester]

Who: Mary, John, Sam, and Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Anya, Jesse Turner, Meowth.
When: Thanksgiving!
Where: Mary's apartment
Summary: family time~
Warnings: Winchesters?

[Winchester Thanksgiving goes like this:

The three male intrepid stars of this reality show have already traipsed in from parts unknown to help out Mary, who threatened vengeance if they didn't. There's alcohol, too much food, movies to watch, and air mattresses in the two bedrooms in case someone wants to sleep it off. Jo and Jesse are here because Mary likes adopting orphans, and Anya is here for the exact same reason.

The food includes: fan-fucking-tastic roast turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, yams (with marshmallows, because screw you it's tradition), stuffing, and about four kinds of pie. Yeah, she had a lot of help on this one.

Meowth, by the way, is taking Christian Slater human form and looking like a teenage boy, despite trash-talking like a forty-year-old Bronx native. He lives with Mary. It's a thing. The cats (Apple and Orange, who is blue) love him. Deal with it.

This post is for anything! Conversations, arguments, anything you want to thread for Thanksgiving and that night (since nobody's going anywhere after dark).]

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10 AM

[failedparenting]

[So after last night's....events, John has a sneaking suspicion he might be in a fair amount of trouble. So instead of waiting until the last minute to come over, he comes bright and early to help. He comes bearing a store bought apple pie and two bottles of Mary's favorite wine.

Also, he tried to dress what Mary deems "nice". That should help.]

all day all night mofos (open???)

[momchester]

[You know where she'll be, gang. Eating, cooking, cleaning, encouraging people to socialize, and relaxing. Be careful, she's forcibly roping people into being her kitchen monkeys. Fuck cleaning. Fuck it right in the ear.

So this is open pretty much. Yeah boiiiii.]

3 pm

[therightchoice]

[ Angels with crazy pants aside, Jesse has had a good enough day. It would have been better if Bruce was here; Jesse would have spent Thanksgiving with Bruce. But he's not here, so Jesse goes to the next best thing.

Unfortunately, while Jesse is more than good on the stove than most kids his age, he's still confused on how to really cook. So he just brought one (1) cheap can of cranberry sauce jelly. He remembered his parents preparing that stuff even on Christmas, so it has to be good enough for Thanksgiving.

He knocks on the door and enters, with a white plastic bag hanging from his fist. ]

Hi.

sometime in the evening idk

[upstairsbrain]

[ Have one Sam Winchester, dressed in his finest douchewear. Or, maybe it's his FBIwear. Who can say? Either way, the youngest Winchester can be found milling around, socializing, drinking out of cups... the usual.

He still needs a haircut. ]

hour or two before everyone eats!

[swedge]

[So Jo doesn't end up coming over super early, to help with the cooking and all that, because of work. But she manhandles her way out of staying late and picks up a case of beer and a can of cranberry sauce because it's the one thing that either no one ends up bringing or everyone does and there's too much. She'll take her chances, though. Maybe the alcohol will work well enough as a peace offering. She's dressed well enough, too, because why the hell not.

Just gonna...knock on the front door before pushing her way inside.]

Hello?

[mulletrock]

[Dean shows up later than everyone else not because he didn't want to go with Sam but because he's got a lot on his mind and the season doesn't seem as happy anymore. Sure, he's got family and friends and a lot more than he had at home but a bomb was dropped and right now drinking and stuffing himself are the only reasons he manages to show up at all.

He's not dressed nicely, he's in a black t-shirt and old jeans, an amulet hanging around his neck that wasn't there before.

He'll be piling stuff onto his plate and making room for seconds and thirds by tossing back beers.]

>:|

[momchester]

[She will kill you some day, John, but she's grateful to have you here. Another hour and she was planning on hauling Sam and Dean from their apartment upstairs to make them help. So Mary lets him in with a brief greeting-] Hi. [-And immediately returns to mashing the potatoes, with nary a kiss hello.]

[momchester]

[And it should be just a giant fucking pile of fun for everyone- actually, not too bad, considering that Mary manages to hide how angry she is at John decently well. Of course, Dean has seen Mary unwound and honest more than most of the people in the room- except John and maybe Meowth, so there's that.

After dinner, when people are breaking up, she catches him by the elbow with a smile- real, a little more relaxed than she's been all night (possibly related to the drinks she's tossing back, or maybe the privacy).]

Hey- wanna break into the pie before everyone else? It's a one-time offer.

[mulletrock]

[Dean doesn't know the drama with his parents. He's got enough of his own to last him three lifetimes. He's pretty convinced of that.

When his Mom drags him over he's expecting the worst and there's no hiding the way his face lights up when it's actually the best news he's gotten all week.]

Hell yeah.

[failedparenting]

[So, not long after Sam arrives, John wrangles himself out of kitchen duty for a while to talk to Sammy.]

You look like a hippie at a funeral, kid.

[I never said it was gonna be a good conversation.]

[failedparenting]

[Well screw you too, you're getting a kiss on the cheek.]

I brought your favorite. And pie. Don't even have to bake it.

[therightchoice]

[ Jesse doesn't even have a suit. He's just wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and some pants that look very second-hand.

He took a sip out of his soda as he approached Sam. ]

Happy Thanksgiving.

[therightchoice]

[ Jesse looks like the poster child for a kid whose parents gave him Goodwill clothes for his birthday. Not that he minds, of course, he bought it with the money given to him when he first arrived at the Port. ]

Hi, Dean.

[ He notices the necklace. ]

What's that?

[mulletrock]

[Dean gives Jesse a look over his shoulder and slaps on a smile just for his sake. This was probably the first family holiday he'd had where everyone wasn't bat shit crazy.]

It's somethin' Sam gave me for Christmas when we were kids.

[failedparenting]

[As soon as Dean comes through the door, John's there next to him, shoving a beer in his hand.]]

We need to talk.

doin' it rite now

[failedparenting]

[The rest of the day John spends running around trying to help while juggling a drink. There's a minor scene when he gets superior about being the only one in the entire goddamn apartment who knows how to carve a turkey were you people raised in a barn, but other than that he's on his best behavior.

Though if you manage to get to him after dinner, after all those beers, he might speak a little more freely than he would otherwise.]

[momchester]

Thought so.

[Every time this happens, Mary has a moment where she thinks she'd do or say anything to make him smile like that. Honest. Happy. It's so rare.

The moment passes, and she walks him to the table - now mostly cleared, since everyone helped clean it off - and goes to the oven to investigate the pies, still warming.]

Okay- apple, pumpkin, or pecan?

[mulletrock]

[Dean takes the beer, and knows there's about to be some bad news.]

What is it? [This time, he finishes in his head.]

[mulletrock]

[Dean follows her right into the kitchen and the smell of pie is on him and all his problems are gone for the moment.]

Why not all three?

[fridgetothefire]

[She arrives early in the day, toting stuffed cabbage leaves and a strawberry/blackberry pie, smiling shyly as she sets them on a rare empty patch of counter.]

Hi. We've talked a few times, but not recently, I think. I'm Maddy, and John invited me. Can I do anything to help get ready?

[fridgetothefire]

[She finds him later in the evening, after the meal. She's been mostly quiet, reticent by nature around so many people she doesn't know well, but her small smile hasn't wavered.]

You know, aside from the stove, I don't think there was much difference between the house I grew up in and a barn.

[fridgetothefire]

[She's a wallflower with a deeply ingrained habit toward usefulness. Beforehand she's slipping in and out of the kitchen, helping with the preparations however she can, head down and focused. While they eat she's quiet, though it seems more out of a preference for listening than painful shyness. Afterward she keeps busy cleaning and fetching and packing things away, eyes bright and cheerful the entire time.]

[swedge]

[Kitchen monkeys, you say? Have one (1) Jo Harvelle at your service. And by service, she means getting roped into helping put away food and do the dishes. Awww yeah leftovers.]

How much of this did you want to keep?

[upstairsbrain]

[ His family can fight all they want, but his hair is born free, as free as the wind blows. ]

Right. [ Duly noted. ] I get it.

[upstairsbrain]

[ When Jesse approaches, Sam smiles. It's good to have Jesse around-- at least with one or two kids, the whole night won't end up angry and miserable. Hopefully. ]

Happy Thanksgiving, Jesse. [ He shifts his weight, briefly. ] How've you been?