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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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[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.]

[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.]

[ 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.

[ 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.~~ ]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

10 AM

all day all night mofos (open???)

3 pm

sometime in the evening idk

hour or two before everyone eats!

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doin' it rite now

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