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:: One ::
One new message!
12.45am
xxx-xxx-xxx : hey! I'm sorry alright? Can we meet?
Castiel : I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong number.
xxx-xxx-xxx : ah! Even fate doesn't want me to accept it.
Castiel : If you don't mind me asking, accept what?
xxx-xxx-xxx : it's a long story, and I don't want to bother you.
Castiel : I have all the time in the world.
xxx-xxx-xxx : You're not celebrating New year? I mean the whole city's awake.
Castiel : I have no one.
xxx-xxx-xxx : Oh I'm sorry. I can keep you company as it seems I was to talk to you.
Castiel : haha, you believe in fate and destiny?
xxx-xxx-xxx : yeah. Don't you?
Castiel : No. It's all bullshit. No offense.
xxx-xxx-xxx : can I ask why?
Castiel : It's a long story.
xxx-xxx-xxx : haha.
Castiel : Why are you awake still?
xxx-xxx-xxx : it's new year?
Castiel : right, stupid question.
Castiel : by the way. Who was this message really meant for?
xxx-xxx-xxx : Lisa. She's my girlfriend.
xxx-xxx-xxx : was*
Castiel : oh, wait, what!?
xxx-xxx-xxx : what?
Castiel : Lisa? Lisa Braedon?
xxx-xxx-xxx : oh um...how do you know?
Castiel : So you're Dean? Dean Winchester?
xxx-xxx-xxx : yes…..and you are ?
Castiel : nevermind. I'm going to sleep. Happy new year, Dean.
xxx-xxx-xxx : okay.
xxx-xxx-xxx : Happy New Year, Mr. Stranger.
Save this contact?
Yes. No.
Yes.
Contact name? Winchester.
Contact saved successfully.
Castiel fell back on the bed, sighing.
Of all the millions of people in the world, Dean had to be the one who had to text him?
On the other hand,
Dean smiled. Smiled after a long time, a long time of sadness, confusion, betrayals.
Whoever this was, knew him and was hesitant to reveal themselves.
💫To be continued 💫