Hello !

I saw, two days ago, this writing prompt on a Destiel Facebook page, and I really wanted to write it, so... There it is ! It'll be in two (maybe three I don't know yet) parts.

I hope you enjoy ! ❤

"Hey.

I used to live in your house. I'm drunk in Boston, and it's the only address I know.

Happy Holidays, DW. "

Castiel stared at the Christmas card for a few minutes, puzzled. He already had one from his mother and some of his friends, but this one was a bit different. No name, no address, nothing, except a telephone number and two letters.

He didn't really know what to do. It wasn't a mistake, his address had been written carefully on the envelope.

The card itself had nothing special, depicting a snowman, a fir and other clichés, with gold lettering wishing him a merry Christmas.

It took him five long minutes to decide wheiter he will call or not. And he did.

" Hello ?

- Hum... Hello. My name is Castiel, I received a card with your number on it.

- Yeah. So ? "

The person, definitely a man, sounded grumpy, and tired, not really in the Christmas mood.

" Are you DW ?

- Yes, what- Oh God, don't tell me I sent that letter.

- I'm sorry, but you did. "

His interlocutor swore, making him laugh lightly.

" I'm really sorry, I was drunk, and...

- And it's the only address you know, I got it. But don't worry, it's okay. Nobody should feel lonely during the holidays. "

Castiel knew what he was talking about. He was barely in contact with his mother and, besides two friends, he didn't have anyone.

" I'm Dean, by the way, Dean Winchester.

- Castiel Novak. "

They had been talking for an hour, maybe more, when they finally hang up.

Dean Winchester used to live in this appartement, but had to move to New York to help his brother with the family business when his father died and lost most of his friends in the process. He came back to Boston for the holidays, on a whim, drunk a dozen bottles of beer and sent a card to the only thing he remembered from the town, his former appartement which happens to be Cas'. Right now, he was at a cheap hotel, still wondering how long he'll stay in town.

Cas had a weird feeling about this guy. He didn't know why, but he felt really good while talking with him. He even invited him to spend Christmas' Eve at the appartement, and Dean said yes.

They barely know anything about the other, yet they'll spend Christmas together. What could go wrong ?

So, here's the first chapter ! Don't forget to leave a review, and tell if I made any mistake :3