your head was laying in dean's lap as he watched  tv in the living room area of the bunker. at first, you were watching with him, but then grew bored and just started zoning out.

"hey, dean?" you speak, looking up at him. he ran a hand through your hair and hummed, eyes still watching tv. "can we have a thanksgiving this year?" you asked thoughtfully.

at that, his attention turned to you, running his fingers through strands of your hair as he thought for a moment. "if you want one, then yeah, baby" he said, looking at you with a soft look.