Fic: Five Phone Calls Dean Never Made
Title: Five Phone Calls Dean Never Made (also known as Five Messages Dean Never Left)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: They're all AUish, does that count? Some angst, some humor, some in between.
Pairings: None, it's gen. How did I do that?
Summary: It's a five things story. The title pretty much says it all.
Five Phone Calls Dean Never Made
i.
“Hey Dad, it’s me. I, uh, I was just calling to… I mean…
“Dad, it was a werewolf. And I got the thing before it got anyone else. Sort of. I wasn’t sure at the time and it all happened real fast, but now…
“I’m leaving the car at the Waystop Motel. Everything’s in it except for - well. You know. I’ll take care of it Dad. I’ve got the silver still, I didn’t use all of it. I’ll take care of it, no one else needs to get hurt. And hey, at least you’ll have the four hundred I got hustling the other night, right?
“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know. And to tell you that you should go see Sammy. Tell him in person, okay? That’s not something he should hear on an answering machine or in a text. Even if… even if he doesn’t want to hunt, he’s still family, okay?
“I’m real sorry dad. I should have been faster, better, but since I wasn’t, I’ll make sure, okay? I’ll make sure.”
*beep*
ii.
“Sam? Sam, you there? Look, if you’re just pretending to not be there ‘cause you don’t want to talk, stop being a fucking idiot and pick up the phone.
“Or not. Whatever. Look, man, I just wanted to let you know that I’m still here for you, okay? As hokey as it sounds you’re still my brother, even if you are an idiot sometimes. Dad’s not the smartest guy sometimes either, and for a little genius in training you can be downright moronic. Notice a theme here?
“Anyway, Dad didn’t really mean what he said, and if either one of you could swallow your pride for two seconds you’d both be fine. So call Sam, please. You can’t ignore us forever.”
*beep*
iii.
“Thanks Sam. For the voicemail, I mean. You call ten times but can’t even be bothered to pick up when I call back. Typical.
“I know Dad made you do it. You know what? I don’t care what he says, you call if you need me, but if Dad expects me to come grovelling back then he’s nuts. I’m done with it all, and if he can’t see that yet then I can’t speak to him.
“Look, Sam, I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle like this. Come down for a beer, okay? Or up, depending on where you are this week. MIT isn’t bad, and even you have to appreciate smart, hot chicks that can do the most amazing things with their hands.
“I mean, seriously Sammy, the girls here are incredible. And… oh, fuck. You’re going to make fun of me for this, but I miss you man. Not the snoring or the using up all the hot water or the weird milkshake concoctions but… I’m not talking to Dad, but I still like you just fine.
“Call me, yeah?”
*beep*
iv.
“Caleb? Caleb, it’s Dean. I - I didn’t know who else to call.
“It got them Caleb. You might have already heard, but I just wanted you to know. In person, sort of.
“I’m’ going after it Caleb. I’m going to get it. But I need your help. Dad said there was a gun. A special gun. I’m going to need it, and I need you to find it for me. I won’t leave them like that, but I’ll need the gun.
“They know where I am, they know about the gun, and they’re angry, so it’ll have to be fast.
“I have to go, so please call me. Please. If Dad could, he’d tell you it’s the right thing to do. But you already know that, don’t you.
“Look, um, thanks. For everything you’ve done for us. I’ll be there soon as I can.”
*beep*
v.
“Sam? Sam, pick up. Please, for the love of everything holy, pick up the damn phone!
“I’m not foolin’, kid, pick up! I have to-
“AAAARGH!”
*beep*
“Gotcha, didn’t I you little booger. Tell Jess happy Halloween.”
*beep*
Rating: Teen
Warnings: They're all AUish, does that count? Some angst, some humor, some in between.
Pairings: None, it's gen. How did I do that?
Summary: It's a five things story. The title pretty much says it all.
Five Phone Calls Dean Never Made
i.
“Hey Dad, it’s me. I, uh, I was just calling to… I mean…
“Dad, it was a werewolf. And I got the thing before it got anyone else. Sort of. I wasn’t sure at the time and it all happened real fast, but now…
“I’m leaving the car at the Waystop Motel. Everything’s in it except for - well. You know. I’ll take care of it Dad. I’ve got the silver still, I didn’t use all of it. I’ll take care of it, no one else needs to get hurt. And hey, at least you’ll have the four hundred I got hustling the other night, right?
“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know. And to tell you that you should go see Sammy. Tell him in person, okay? That’s not something he should hear on an answering machine or in a text. Even if… even if he doesn’t want to hunt, he’s still family, okay?
“I’m real sorry dad. I should have been faster, better, but since I wasn’t, I’ll make sure, okay? I’ll make sure.”
*beep*
ii.
“Sam? Sam, you there? Look, if you’re just pretending to not be there ‘cause you don’t want to talk, stop being a fucking idiot and pick up the phone.
“Or not. Whatever. Look, man, I just wanted to let you know that I’m still here for you, okay? As hokey as it sounds you’re still my brother, even if you are an idiot sometimes. Dad’s not the smartest guy sometimes either, and for a little genius in training you can be downright moronic. Notice a theme here?
“Anyway, Dad didn’t really mean what he said, and if either one of you could swallow your pride for two seconds you’d both be fine. So call Sam, please. You can’t ignore us forever.”
*beep*
iii.
“Thanks Sam. For the voicemail, I mean. You call ten times but can’t even be bothered to pick up when I call back. Typical.
“I know Dad made you do it. You know what? I don’t care what he says, you call if you need me, but if Dad expects me to come grovelling back then he’s nuts. I’m done with it all, and if he can’t see that yet then I can’t speak to him.
“Look, Sam, I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle like this. Come down for a beer, okay? Or up, depending on where you are this week. MIT isn’t bad, and even you have to appreciate smart, hot chicks that can do the most amazing things with their hands.
“I mean, seriously Sammy, the girls here are incredible. And… oh, fuck. You’re going to make fun of me for this, but I miss you man. Not the snoring or the using up all the hot water or the weird milkshake concoctions but… I’m not talking to Dad, but I still like you just fine.
“Call me, yeah?”
*beep*
iv.
“Caleb? Caleb, it’s Dean. I - I didn’t know who else to call.
“It got them Caleb. You might have already heard, but I just wanted you to know. In person, sort of.
“I’m’ going after it Caleb. I’m going to get it. But I need your help. Dad said there was a gun. A special gun. I’m going to need it, and I need you to find it for me. I won’t leave them like that, but I’ll need the gun.
“They know where I am, they know about the gun, and they’re angry, so it’ll have to be fast.
“I have to go, so please call me. Please. If Dad could, he’d tell you it’s the right thing to do. But you already know that, don’t you.
“Look, um, thanks. For everything you’ve done for us. I’ll be there soon as I can.”
*beep*
v.
“Sam? Sam, pick up. Please, for the love of everything holy, pick up the damn phone!
“I’m not foolin’, kid, pick up! I have to-
“AAAARGH!”
*beep*
“Gotcha, didn’t I you little booger. Tell Jess happy Halloween.”
*beep*