[Dean must've fallen asleep with the phone open -- because for a while it records snoring before, eventually, some thrashy-type bed movement, some noises, then --]

SAM.

[recorded panting]

Shit ... shit.

Hey, Gigantor.

Happy birthday, punk.

[recorded |D somebody's freaking out a bit, dashing through the house he showed up in]

Sam? Sammy! Jesus -- Where the hell are you?

[a pause as he thinks to call him on his cell phone, but finds that ... that's not his cell phone]

What the ... What the hell's goin' on here? Hey, you Trickster bastard, if this is you again I swear I'm gonna kick ( Read more... )