triskehale: (smirk)
triskehale ([personal profile] triskehale) wrote2015-11-24 01:14 am

thanksgiving is, after all, a word of action [set on 11/26]

Thanksgivings in the Hale house used to be quite the big deal. Feeding over a dozen werewolves, many of them teenagers was no easy feat. Derek loved all the chaos, and he helped out in the kitchen since he was old enough to stand on a step stool and reach the counter.

The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.

It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.

So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.

The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.

And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.


[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]
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[personal profile] puckandpie 2015-11-30 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel a little silly even as he says it; how could I ever assume that Dean Winchester could kill his appetite on one pie. I may have only seen a few seasons of Supernatural, but even I'm not that dumb.

"I did, yeah," I tell him with a nervous sort of laugh. "So if it's terrible in any way, you know who to blame! Though, in all honesty, I'm always lookin' for taste testers of all sorts and I love any and all feedback. I would absolutely love to know what you think."
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[personal profile] always_enduphere 2015-12-06 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Terrible?" asks Dean, staring incredulously before he realizes the kid is actually serious. "This is the best cherry pie I've ever had," he says, sitting up straight to deliver this message in all its possible gravitas. "And I have had a lot of pie, and from every corner of the country. This," says Dean, pointing with his fork, "Is the best."
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[personal profile] puckandpie 2015-12-07 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, my goodness, really?"

I feel myself sway a little, all the blood in my body rushing to my face and I drop down into the booth across from him. Dean Winchester is complimenting my pie. Mine. I am not at all prepared to process this.

"You're not pullin' my leg, are you?" I ask him, my heart still fluttering in my chest. "Or just tryin' to be nice. Because you really don't need to be! I won't be insulted if you think it could use some work, I promise."