4am

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For @sivers00

It was 4am when Dean decided that maybe he should go to bed. Yes, he still had work to do but in truth the page was swimming in front of his eyes. He could finish the chapter tomorrow. Pulling himself sleepily from the arm chair he wanders through his loft apartment to his room, flopping down on the bed. Humming happily at the softness of the duvet Dean slides up the bed, dropping off the edge of consciousness.
It was at 4:30am that Dean wishes he'd been smart enough to put his phone on silent. He's lost count of how many times his phone has pinged annoyingly in his ear. Sitting up he curses at the momentary blindness from the brightness of his screen, before he's sighing; 20 unread messages from unknown number. Great.
"Dude! I need help"
"Gabriel cmon man. I know your pissed at me but seriously"
"Please. Please I'm so scared Gabe"
"I need you"
Frowning Dean grabs his glasses and reads over them again. The hell? He needed coffee before he could even contemplate this. Padding through to the kitchen he makes himself a mug, glancing at his phone when it pings again.
"I'm sorry okay? I shouldn't have gotten between you and Benny. But he's an asshole Gabe, you deserve better than him. Please talk to me"
Dean sits down, pulling his sweater sleeves over his hands. Picking up his phone he sighs before typing a reply.
"Hey man. Think you have the wrong number" He doesn't even get a sip of his coffee before he's getting a reply.
"Gabe that's not funny. I know it's you. Please."
"This isn't Gabe. I'm sorry, you've got the wrong number. Can I help at all?"
His question surprises himself, why the fuck is he offering help to a random guy at half four in the morning.
"Shit I'm sorry! I thought you were my brother. It's fine. I'm sorry I disturbed you" Dean frowns. That wasn't really what he wanted. He wasn't happy with that response. Yes he was dying to sleep but this guy was in distress.
"No it's okay. You seem like your a little stressed. Can I help? It's not like I'm busy anyway." That was a lie. Midway through a chapter that was due in a few days but hey, he couldn't care less right now.
"Nah. I'm just trying to find my brother. We were at the bar together and he fucked off cause I messed up. But it's 4am and I'm kinda afraid of the dark." Dean chuckles at that.
"Can't blame you. Can you make it home? You can try your brother tomorrow. I mean he's probably asleep just now, like normal people."
"True. I live 5 minutes from the bar so it's okay. I'll try be a normal person for once. Again I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Goodnight."
"Goodnight" Dean now had a slight problem. Coffee and 4am was never a good mix. Might as well finish the new chapter.

Wrong number? //destiel//Where stories live. Discover now