"Mother F*cker, I thought you forgot there's a little town called Youngstown in Ohio, Peter said displeasure evident as he saw Dean knocking at the door, "I even prepared a Christmas turkey yesterday, but guess what, that turkey made it so I didn't need to prepare breakfast this morning."
"Merry Christmas, old man~" Dean moved forward with a grin to give Peter a hug.
Peter reluctantly patted his back, then took a careful sniff at Dean's shoulder, "Good, no smell of leaves."
Dean shrugged, "You know I don't dabble in that stuff."
"I'll just take it as your Christmas gift to me," Peter said as he let Dean in, "Half the turkey is left, in the fridge. Pizza got tossed, damn it, they even put mustard in it!"
"Wow, that's a unique taste," Dean dropped his luggage near the dining table before collapsing into the sofa relaxedly. "Old man, ever thought about changing jobs?"
"What?" Peter, holding a beer, froze in mid-action.
