Season Greetings from Boston
Disclaimer: I don't own Dean, Cas or any of the SPN characters
Warnings: Gay Pairing.. fluff, angst and smut
Pairing: Dean and Cas, Sam and Sarah, Mary and John
Writing Prompt From tumblr
Hey,
I used to live in your house. I'm drunk in Boston and It's the only address I know.
Happy Holidays.
M.W (change that M to a D and we have a fic people)
Chapter 1
Castiel was heading home after a long day at work. He drove into his driveway and then shut off the ignition, hoping out and locking the door. He sighed to himself and shivered at being out in the cold night air, checking his mailbox before he went indoors for the evening. Once he grabbed his mail, he walked up to the patio and let himself in, closing and locking the door behind him, switching the light on in the same movement. Moving from the hallway and into the kitchen, he kicked his shoes off, putting his briefcase down while he read the mail. Most of it was boring junk, some bills, Christmas cards from his relatives and then a handwritten note at the bottom of the pile. This got him curious straight away as he read what was written on it.
Hey,
I used to live in your house. I'm drunk in Boston and It's the only address I know.
Happy Holidays.
D.W
D.W, he thought to himself, I don't know anyone with those initials. This was so strange. He looked further down the page at the note and read the number scrawled in the same handwriting. Castiel wondered if it was one of his brothers pulling a prank on him. He knew they were coming to town and Gabriel especially was always known for his jokes and pranks, however how Gabriel would pull of a prank with an unknown phone number was beyond him. It had taken the whole Novak family years to even convince him to buy a cell phone and he still didn't like it. He doubted he would buy a new one just to prank Castiel. Should he call the number? Just to see what would happen? Would the person even remember that they wrote the note?
He began to heat up his left over dinner from the previous night and got a glass of bourbon before he settled down at the table. He was still gazing at the note and getting more and more curious by the minute as to who this mysterious person was. After a couple more glasses of bourbon, he found himself dialing the number and placing the phone to his ear. The husky voice of the man who picked up made Castiel's hair on the back of his neck stand up and his crotch growing slightly hard. "Hello?", the man answered and Castiel fought back a moan and took a breath in as he answered the man back. "Uhhh Hello... I got this note in my mailbox with your number on it". The man on the other end groaned slightly, "Ohh no, did I really do that?". Castiel chuckled softly, "I'm afraid you did".
"I'm sorry buddy, but I'm here in town vising family for Christmas, and walked by your house really drunk after a night at the local pub". Dean had been born in Lawrence, Kansas and had lived there till he was eight years old. When he turned eight, his parents moved him all the way to Boston, Massachusetts and that's where he lived till he turned 18 and went to college. His parents had since moved back to Lawrence as they preferred the quiet country life to that of life in the city, however his brother Sammy had loved living there, so when he graduated Stanford college himself, he moved back with his girlfriend Sarah Blake. Dean and his family were close and they each had their turn at hosting Christmas/New Year and this year was Sam's turn. Dean had moved to back to Lawrence after college to help out in his dad's auto shop and eventually take it over one day.
"No it's fine, I just wasn't expecting.. "He stopped and started again, "It was just a surprise, It's not everyday you get a note like this stuffed in your mailbox", Castiel answered with a small chuckle. Castiel then raised his eyebrow at something that the note said. "You have family here and you don't know the address?", He added as he took a sip of his bourbon. Dean chuckled at that and replied sheepishly, "Well, my brother only just moved back to the area, Him and his girlfriend were meant to pick me up from the airport, but both got stuck at work, so I said I would wait for them at a bar". Dean sat down on the bed that was made up for him and Sammy's appartment and he took his jacket off. "Anyway, I got tired of waiting and Sammy sent me a text with the address and told me where the spare key was hidden. As I was walking there, I spotted our old house where we lived for about 10 years".
Castiel nodded and chuckled at the story the man was telling him as he stood and placed his phone between his ear and shoulder so he could tidy up after his dinner. "So.. D.W, what's that stand for anyway", he asked curiously, wanting to know this man's name. "It's Dean.. Dean Winchester". Castiel turned the tap on and rinsed his plate off, and cutlery off and then placed them in the dishwasher. "Well, it's nice to put a name to the voice, "I'm Castiel Novak", he responded as he sat back down and moved the phone back into his hand. Dean smiled through the phone, kicking his boots off and laying down on the bed, his back propped up by the pillows, "That's a lovely name Cas...", he trailed off not realizing he gave the man a nick name, "So I am hoping I'm not being too forward here, but I don't know many people here and I was hoping that perhaps, we could meet up one night while I'm here? Get to know each other since we have that house in common".
This is going to be a multi chapter story. I hope to update as much as I can and I hope you all enjoy. Please leave if you like.
