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Dean

As we talked more, The Angel and I actually became quite good friends. It got to the point where I was quickly considering him my best friend and I hadn't even met him. Well, at least, not yet.

He had told me more about his family, told me about all the shit that happens and had happened... It angered me, knowing that someone I considered a friend was hurting and there was nothing I could do to help him right now... It was difficult, only being able to talk to him every so often - I wished there was another way to do it, especially when I helped dad on hunts or on weekends.

That's why, when it came to the second to last day before the Christmas holidays, I wrote this as my letter to him:

Dear The Angel,

1-866-907-3235 - so we can keep in touch. Can I have yours? If not then...Merry Christmas.

From,

The Hunter.

P.S. I hope I can have your cell number, I want to keep talking to you.

For the rest of the day I was left wondering. I knew the guy was shy - hell, even though he was quick to tell me about his parents, it took a while for him to open up to me - so I didn't know what he was going to do. I was left wondering.

I was left wondering until the next day when I received his reply, which he would get at the end of the day - we had swapped timetables early on, just so we knew when each other would get the letters. I knew I wasn't supposed to look at his reply in class, I knew I was supposed to be paying attention to the lesson... But I had to know.

I unfolded the page, the letter containing only three things: my pen name, his pen name and his number.

No one had the ability to understand how happy this had made me. Though, to be honest, I think they were just happy I was in a good mood.

"Dean, do you think will dad be home for Christmas?" Sam asked as we walked into our house.

It was a question Sam had asked every year and I never knew what to say to him. Some years dad would be, his hunt would take so long and he'd go offline for a few days so he could spend time with us... Other years we weren't so lucky. Dad always tried his hardest and he called every day he was away to check in on us, not to mention he always made up for it when he got home.

"I dunno, Sammy." I sighed. "We'll have to wait for dad to call."

"I hope he is... I miss him." Sam frowned, kicking off his shoes by the door and hanging his backpack on his hook.

"So do I, kid. So do I..."

Ruffling Sam's hair, I hung my jacket and bag on my hook, walking into the kitchen as he made his way into the living room. It was a kind of routine when we came home - I would grab something to drink and snacks, whilst Sam put on a movie for us to watch and, since we were on holiday and had no homework, we didn't have to worry with how long we spent. Whilst I waited for the popcorn, I took out my cell phone, texting him, already having put his number in.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 3:04pm - Me: Nice to finally be able to talk to you outside of school ;)

I didn't expect a quick reply so I placed my phone back in my pocket, moving the popcorn into a large bowl and grabbing the cans of cola before joining Sam in the living room.

"Is Bobby coming over this year?" Sam asked as I walked back into the living room, taking the can I held out for him.

"Probably." I replied. "I'm gonna go change."

"Oooo, good idea!"

The kid ran out of the living room, shouting back a quick 'race you' as he went. I liked how, despite everything we had seen over the years, Sam could still act like a kid... It was one of the only things that kept me smiling. I followed him slowly, giving him the illusion that he could beat me - it's what older brothers were supposed to do. It was as I walked after Sam that my phone went off.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 3:09pm - Angel: I concur. It will be nice to talk to you at any time.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 3:10pm - Me: Exactly! And, hey, if your brother get to much, then talk to me.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 3:11pm - Angel: As long as you're sure I won't be a bother...

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 3:12pm - Me: Dude, you won't be a bother! I want to help, even if that's just by talk to you.

He didn't reply after that - in fact, he didn't reply until late that night. But, as I looked over the last text he sent me, I wondered what must have happened for him to feel like he would be a bother. It was sad that he thought that about himself...

The first thing I'm going to do when I meet him is hug him.

That night, Sam and I ended up making a fort in the living room - on the kids insistence - using a range of blankets and pillows and the things from our beds to pad it out. Sam even went as far as to grab a set of white Christmas lights from a box upstairs and hang them around the outside of our fort, just so there was a little bit of light. Then - because Sam was still growing and, well, I liked food - we ended up having pizza and Chinese for dinner, along with the burgers and pie I had made. We had food and drink in front of us, barricading us in - well, not literally, there were such things as bathroom breaks.

It was a good thing that dad left us some money and I had a load left over from the odd jobs I did around the town during the summer. Besides, having a range of rood was the best thing to do when you have two guys in the house that can't decide on what they want to eat.

Sam and I had a blast, watching as many movies as we could, talking along with many of the lines. We would do this a lot during the holidays, if it was just the two of us in the house. It was a tradition really, one that I started when Sam was only three years old - I was seven, Bobby was looking after us and Sam had a nightmare...the only thing I could think of to do was to build a fort, bundle Sammy inside and put on Disney movies. It worked like a charm.

"Hey, Dean?" he asked as he changed the movie at, around, half ten. "You realise your phone keeps vibrating, right?"

As I unlocked my cell, I realised that I had five missed text messages. Frowning, I wondered how I didn't notice...

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 10:31pm - Dad: Hey, kiddo. I've finished up the case, but I've caught wind of one a little closer to home. It's just a simple salt and burn, shouldn't take me long - should be back by Christmas Eve. See you and Sam soon.

"Looks like dad'll be home for Christmas, Sammy." I grinned, turning my phone round so the kid could take a look.

The grin on his face said it all really...

Smiling to myself, I turned back to my messages, taking a look at the other four. My face dropped as soon as I realised who I had missed them from:

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 8:19pm - Angel: Sorry, I would have replied earlier but my eldest brother was in a bad mood.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 8:54pm - Angel: I know you're probably busy, but can we talk?

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 9:29pm - Angel: My brothers are fighting again and... Can you please reply to me?

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 10:04pm - Angel: I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone now.

"Shit." I muttered.

I started typing as fast as I could, trying to get a reply to him as fast as I could - how could I be so stupid!

"Dean?" Sam frowned. "Dean? What's wrong?"

I didn't reply, I had to focus on one thing and, at that moment, The Angel needed me. What kind of friend was I? I explained to him why I hadn't replied, why I hadn't heard my phone go off. I kept apologising, something I rarely did with anyone... I asked him what had happened and hoped he wouldn't hate me too much.

"Dean...?" Sam asked, quietly.

Turning to look at my little brother after I hit send, I could see the worried and slightly panicked look in his eyes. Sighing slightly, I slumped down on the floor of our makeshift fort, dragging the kid down and closer to me, ruffling his hair slightly - and I told him. I told him how my Pen Pal and I swapped numbers. I told him about how his brothers always fought. I told him everything I could, everything I thought his Pen Pal must have told him. I told him how I had missed four texts from a friend that needed my help since eight nineteen that evening and I had only just gotten back to him.

"It's not your fault, Dean." he said. "The movies were loud, you wouldn't have heard it."

"That's not the point, Sammy." I sighed.

Everything was silent for a moment - the movie not playing, my phone not buzzing and neither of us saying a word. Suddenly I understood what people meant by the silence being so loud...

It wasn't until ten forty eight that I got a reply. I had made sure to keep an eye on my phone, turning the sound up slightly so I could hear when a message came through. As soon as my phone went off, I was on it like a hawk.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 10:45pm - Angel: It's fine - I'm sorry, I just assumed you did want to talk anymore... Everything's alright now - well, I suppose I could call it alright. Two of my brothers are staying with friends for the night, my 21 year old brother has gone out drinking, whilst the eldest has locked himself in his room for the night. I honestly thought someone was going to get hurt...

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 10:50pm - Me: I would never do that, dude - I like talking to you. I'm sorry that your brothers are such dicks and you can't get away, I swear that, if you ever feel comfortable with it, after we meet you can to my place any time. I think you would like hanging out with my brother and me - we built a fort and are watching movies in the fort! If they ever do start hurting each other, I want you to call me. Not text me, CALL me, and I'll come pick you up.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 10:51pm - Angel: Thank you, truly.

Thursday, December 18th 2014 - 10:52pm - Me: Anytime, man, anytime.

I don't think I had ever meant something more.

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P.S. In Phantom Traveller, Dean's cell phone number is given: 1-866-907-3235, and is now not active - I thought I'd use it for this XD