The Last Call
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural.
This is the last call
This is the final song
This is the last goodbye
So give all you can
Let me hear you now
Singing out loud and proud
No more tears will fall
'Cause together we are strong
- Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls
Harry took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, hit the button and brought the cellphone up to his ear.
This wasn't his first time walking to his death, but it might be his last, and if it was, well, he knew who he wanted to say goodbye to.
"Are you trying to get me killed?" demanded a familiar voice in an angry whisper.
"Bad time?" asked Harry with a wince and a smile.
"Hell yes!" there was a pause, "It's about four thirty in the fucking morning over there, you never call this late…or early, what's going on?"
"It's nothing I can't handle," Harry said, "What about you, what're you hunting?"
"Black Dogs a whole freakin' pack of them, listen I'll call you back, 'kay?"
"Sounds good," agreed Harry, "I love you."
"Love you t—oh shit!"
The call cut out abruptly but Harry wasn't too worried. Dean, like him, had a knack for surviving things that should, by all rights, have killed him.
Harry clicked his phone shut and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He felt better. Like maybe everything would turn out alright after all.
Wand in one hand, sword in the other he looked out at the approaching army.
Oh yeah. He could totally handle this.
Author's Notes: Submission for the 'The Last Call' Challenge on HPCF. Dedicated to LisaTheDuck.
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