phone call to Jack...
Dean is back home, groceries put away, fresh milk in the fridge.
Meeting David has changed something, somehow.
Inside of him.
He's not sure about it and there are other things there, too. How much he misses his brother, how much he's learned and how much he still has to learn...
He picks up the phone, dials a number and then waits for the beep of the answering machine ...
"Jack, is Dean. I met David near the bus station, he said he was going to visit his mother. He wasn't..he was kinda nice, actually. Didn't bite my head off...anyway, I got the impression he didn't tell people he was going. And, Jack...when you have some time, I need to talk to you. Bye."
Click.
There is always something special about that click.
Something conclusive, something that isolates one moment from the other, one voice from another.
Also something that says that each moment is important and that one finishes, but another starts.
Meeting David has changed something, somehow.
Inside of him.
He's not sure about it and there are other things there, too. How much he misses his brother, how much he's learned and how much he still has to learn...
He picks up the phone, dials a number and then waits for the beep of the answering machine ...
"Jack, is Dean. I met David near the bus station, he said he was going to visit his mother. He wasn't..he was kinda nice, actually. Didn't bite my head off...anyway, I got the impression he didn't tell people he was going. And, Jack...when you have some time, I need to talk to you. Bye."
Click.
There is always something special about that click.
Something conclusive, something that isolates one moment from the other, one voice from another.
Also something that says that each moment is important and that one finishes, but another starts.