A/N: Yes, this based off of the song. And no, I do not own the rights to the characters or the song.

This is going to be a two part piece, with a Destiel section coming next. If you like this you should really read my other fic I am working on for Christmas called 'When Christmas Comes to Town'. I myself think it is going to be amazing, but hey, I'm the author so who would believe me? So check it out! Shameless self promotion over. Carry on.

Delaware, 1937

Gabriel sat at the corner booth, his drink slowly becoming warm in his hands as the ice melted, watering down the once strong whiskey. He was all-alone, again. It was Christmas Eve, a night that you should be home with your loved ones beside you, laughing together about old memories and making new ones. He found himself in this situation more often that he liked but that is what you get for being the top salesman in his fathers company. It didn't matter who you were or what you owned, Gabriel could convince you that you needed the item and that your life would never be the same without it. He had only been turned down once, and that was by his own mother. She had looked Gabriel in the eye and laughed, shaking her head saying, "Gabriel. I raised you boy, don't you think I know when you are giving me a handful of shit?"

The memory brought a smile to Gabriel's face, his longing for his family growing that much more. With a deep sigh he placed his drink on the table, wiping his hands on his newly pressed trousers to remove the condensation from them. His eyes scanned the room, looking for anyone as lonely as he was, and of course, he came up empty. With a resonated sigh he stood, pulling out his wallet and placing a twenty on the table. It was incredibly generous but it was Christmas after all. He paused, and years later he would thank his lucky stars that he did for not but a second later the most gorgeous man walked in. Had Gabriel not waiting that fraction of a second he would have walked out the back door and his life would have been drastically different.

The man was tall, a giant by Gabriel's standards. He had long hair, something that would have caught many people's attention, as it was not normal in that day and age for men to have hair that resembled that of a woman. But of course, it wasn't normal for men to catch another man's eye, but that is what happened. The man was wearing a black suit with a white pressed shirt and a silk tie, and air of importance following him. Gabriel swallowed and sat back down, running his hands on his pants again as they seemed to become quite sweaty all of a sudden. Picking up the warm drink he downed it in one swallow, hissing against the burn in his throat.

It wasn't often that Gabriel got nervous around people; in fact he was quite out going. But he, he was different. There was something about him that made Gabriel hesitate, take that extra precaution before he jumped in headfirst. Gabriel watched as the man walked to an empty booth, gazing around the room with longing in his eyes at the couples that danced freely together to the live band.

Gabriel decided to wait and see if he was meeting someone. He wouldn't want to embarrass himself or the other man. Looking at the clock on the far wall Gabriel told himself that at eleven fifteen he would ask the man to dance. The big hand reached the three and Gabriel didn't move. It came across the six and Gabriel hadn't moved an inch. When it finally came to the nine Gabriel had talked himself into walking over to him and just saying hello.

Standing Gabriel wiped his hands on his pants one more time before he strode with as much confidence as he could muster over to the man. He stood to the right of the booth, just out of the other mans line of sight. Taking a shuddering breath Gabriel stepped forward, his voice nearly breaking as he said, "Hello."

The other man looked at him, his face holding a look of sheer surprise, "Hello."

Gabriel swallowed again, chuckling nervously, "Look, I know this isn't normal or anything but I was wondering if you would care to dance? With me?"

The other man looked at Gabriel for what seemed like forever, which in fact was only five seconds before the biggest smile broke across his face and he replied, "Of course."

Standing the taller man followed Gabriel out onto the dance floor, their height differences made very apparent as Gabriel swung his arms around the giant's neck, the other mans arms going around his waist and pulling him close. Neither of them spoke, moving in perfect synchronization to each other. The smiles on both of their faces never left the entire time they were in each other's arms, staring deep into the others eyes. The molten gold of Gabriel's eyes getting swallowed in the deep hazel of the other mans. Neither of them had any idea how much time had passed before they realized they were the only ones on the floor anymore, everyone else had gone home hours ago. Even the band had left, the two of them just moving with the rhythm of the other.

Gabriel was the first to notice, shyly pulling his arms down from the other mans neck and blushing slightly, "I guess we should go."

"Yeah," the other man answered. Neither of them spoke and Gabriel took that as his queue to leave. Walking towards the door Gabriel heard the other man call out to him, "Will I see you again?"

Gabriel paused in the doorway, his hand on the half opened door, "No. I'm sorry."

And with that Gabriel left, never even getting the other mans name.

One Year Later

Gabriel found himself sitting in a dinner, once again all alone. He looked around at the empty booths, a slight hope in his heart that his nameless beauty would come gliding in just like he had a year ago, but he knew it wouldn't happen. He was halfway across the country, there was no way that they would be in the same place again, it was impossible.

His waitress glided up to him, a bright smile across her face. She sat across from him the booth, her eyes gleaming with holiday cheer. Gabriel was a little shocked at this, but he let it slide, he needed the company after all.

The girl looked at him and simply said, "Sir can you spread a little holiday cheer?"

Gabriel brightened up instantly, the perfect story coming to mind; "Here's my favorite Christmas story about man with no name. I met him up in Delaware 1937; he was wearing a red tie to match his pretty eyes. December 24th at a quarter to eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance…"

This happened every year for many years later, every Christmas he spoke of this nameless man, telling the story to any who would listen. Soon the story and his reputation had spread so much that people no longer knew the name Gabriel Robinson anymore but the man known as 'The Christmas Story Telling Travelling Man'.

Gabriel finally retired at age 53, buying a house in the city and becoming the talk of the children who played in his front yard. They gathered from all corners of the city just to hear the stories of his travels, what he saw, what he did, where he went. They all listened with eager ears, drinking any and all the details that he told. Each story was different, he never told the same one twice, with the exception of Christmas. At Christmas he always told the same story.

The children always came to listen to it, even though they knew it by heart, some of them even mouthing the words as he told it; it was always told the same.

Gabriel would gather the children around his chair in the living room for it was far to cold to be telling the story outside on the porch like he usually would. The children would crowd around his feet, eyes wide and eager as he started to speak, none of them getting tired of hearing the story over and over again.

No matter how many times Gabriel told the story, there was always the same level of love and devotion in his voice as he spoke it, there were even rumors that the love grew with each retelling of the story, but we will never know it this was true or not.

Looking down at the children surrounding his feet Gabriel began the story, "I met him up in Delaware 1937, he was wearing a red tie to match his pretty eyes. December 24th at a quarter to eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance…"

Twenty years later Gabriel found himself once again all alone on Christmas eve, except this time he was lying in a hospital bed. He had no one left, all the children had grown, moving on with their own lives and raising their own families, beginning their own love stories.

Gabriel figured that this was how it was always supposed to end. He lived his life alone, so why would his death be any different? His mother did say that eating his feelings in chocolate would kill him one day.

Gabriel was in the middle of his thoughts when his doctor came in, maybe just a few years younger than Gabriel, but clearly in better shape, for no other reason than the fact he was treating Gabriel while he lay dying. The doctor went to the foot of his bed, checking his charts that hung there. Gabriel watched, something about the doctor bringing up memories that he just couldn't put his finger on.

The doctor put the chart down and began to walk out of the room when Gabriel called out for him, "Wait! Come back. Please."

The doctor stopped and walked over to Gabriel's bedside, sitting in the chair beside his bed. The Doctors name was Sam, or so his nametag said.

"Could you share a little holiday cheer?" Gabriel wanted to be told a Christmas story, one last time. He had heard his own story enough to last a thousand life times. Some change would do him good.

Gabriel didn't get that chance though, his eyes filling to the brim with tears as the doctor spoke in a warm gentle voice, "I met him up in Delaware, 1937. Though I never caught his name, he was a traveling man. December 24th at a quarter to eleven, I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance."