Jody's house wasn't particularly crowded, but it sure was full. It was Thanksgiving, the hum of the parade playing on the TV in the living room while Dean hovers over Donna while she makes pie, swatting him multiple times with a spoon. The three of you had arrived the night before, exhausted from a violent hunt. You were still tired, but the smell of food had drug you from your bed and into the kitchen.

"Good morning, My Persona."

Sam smiles sweetly, fixing you some cinnamon oatmeal and passing it to you. He was wearing a henley and jeans, oddly but nicely dressed for such a rare occasion.

"Thanks."

You respond groggily, smiling at him. His gaze lingers, his dimple showing before he turns back to the stove, a piece of hair falling in his face.

"D'you want any coffee?"

He asks, turning back around. Jody snorts next to him as she chops vegetables, looking between you two knowingly. Sam doesn't notice, just watches you with furrowed brows.

"Tea?"

He nods at your response, passing you hot tea before you can blink. Donna smirks, grinning down at the pumpkin pie she was shoving into the oven.

"You two sleep good last night?"

Sam tenses up, frowning a bit.

"Yeah, why? Do we look tired?"

Donna grins, about to respond when Jody elbows her.

"No, no, just wondering."

She replies smoothly, side-eyeing you. You blush a little, pretending to be immersed in your oatmeal. It wasn't like you and Sam were together. You were just friends. And you definitely didn't sleep together last night. Sam shrugs it off, pulling the turkey out of the oven and forcefully shoving Dean out of the kitchen. For someone who wasn't helping, he sure did want to eat everything.

"This look good, sweetheart?"

Sam asks without thinking, gesturing to the steaming bird.

"Yeah. Did you make it? It looks really good."

You respond, watching as Sam puffs up.

"Yeah. Well, Jody told me what to do but…"

"Don't worry, you can still score brownie points with your girlfriend."

Donna pipes up, unable to help herself. Sam splutters, blushing and turning away, hiding his burning cheeks while he mixes the stuffing.