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Natalya had spent years in an underground bunker in the middle of the American heartland, but she had never partaken of Thanksgiving in that time, at least not really. They had marked the day- the Hartle twins had dressed up their rations, and they'd had plenty of stuff made out of corn, God knew, but it hadn't...
It hadn't felt like what tonight had felt like.
The Winchester had been warm, buzzing with the conversation of friends and family, the smells of foods as traditional as the island would allow people to make. Cori had learned before Natalya and Sam were even together that Natalya was essentially good for anything, from having ribbons tied in her hair to carrying the small girl wherever she needed to be, which had primarily consisted of finding one of her brothers at any given time. It had been lovely.
Dressed down to a tank top and a pair of thin cotton board shorts, the white linen dress she'd worn to the dinner draped over the low wooden chair across from her bed, she went out to lean along the railing of her back porch and watch the stars wink down through the canopy.
She hadn't missed Earth with such a sharp pang, such a desperate, uncertain longing in a year, and Natalya had to wonder what that meant given how she had spent her evening.
It hadn't felt like what tonight had felt like.
The Winchester had been warm, buzzing with the conversation of friends and family, the smells of foods as traditional as the island would allow people to make. Cori had learned before Natalya and Sam were even together that Natalya was essentially good for anything, from having ribbons tied in her hair to carrying the small girl wherever she needed to be, which had primarily consisted of finding one of her brothers at any given time. It had been lovely.
Dressed down to a tank top and a pair of thin cotton board shorts, the white linen dress she'd worn to the dinner draped over the low wooden chair across from her bed, she went out to lean along the railing of her back porch and watch the stars wink down through the canopy.
She hadn't missed Earth with such a sharp pang, such a desperate, uncertain longing in a year, and Natalya had to wonder what that meant given how she had spent her evening.
