Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.
Long Distance Calls
Another day, another job, another avoidance of the inevitable reality they were facing. Some guy gets a "spirit call" from the other side, offs himself and they gotta rush in and figure out what was going on. Kayla was less than enthusiastic. Screw this guy and whatever his problem was, they had bigger fish to fry. But no, Dean had to go save the day and they had to make him happy.
The Caller ID on the guy's phone had read SHA33 around the time they thought he died. The wife wasn't overly helpful, but she did say her husband was talking on the phone a week ago to someone he called Linda, but when she picked up the other line there was no one talking back. Just static. Running parallel research on the husband and Linda, Sam found out they were high school sweethearts. They had been in an accident that the husband walked away from, while Linda was killed.
So maybe he really got a call from the dead that sent him over the edge. Whoop dee friggen' doo. Was that cynical?
"This number is over a century old." Sam commented from his laptop.
Dean adjusted his suit in the mirror. "The only problem is, this chick was cremated. She shouldn't be hanging around."
"Maybe she missed him and wanted some company in the afterlife." Kayla was pulling her hair back into a professional, clean look so they could go play someone important.
"Well then she's selfish. She should want him to enjoy his life and be happy." He looked to her for a reaction but didn't get one.
She smiled and tossed him his keys. "Ready?"
"We'll see ya Sammy." He opened the door for her and followed her out to the Impala. "You're totally digging the suit, right?"
"Always." She laughed and kissed him.
He smirked. "See and me personally, I'm not into the professional thing." He glanced over her suit. "Not enough cleavage."
"But it's what's underneath that counts."
Dean chucked and got into the car. "Hopefully nothing."
