WTF? Or…Why Dean Doesn't Answer Blocked Calls
Summary: What, did you leave your business card at the cemetery?
Note: I can't even claim brain damage as much as a phone call. A very, very odd phone call. It only felt right to share the love with the Winchesters. Why is reality always so much stranger than fiction?
Dean swore as his phone rang. What the hell? He was a little busy right now saving the damn world to deal with stupid calls.
Blocked call. Of course. He rolled his eyes. It had better not be his wireless service asking if he wanted to add another line to his plan….although, Cas could use a phone. For god's sake (no pun intended), the last time he ran out of minutes, Sam had to put more on for him.
Never mind the fact that Cas was going around with a Virgin Mobile phone. Dean snorted as he answered his phone. The irony was enough to give him a heart attack. Virgin.
"Yeah?"
"Sir, I am conducting a survey on behalf of Forest Lawn Cemetery and was wondering, on a scale of one to ten, if you could tell us how prepared you are to consider the purchase of a burial plot?"
Okay, what the fuck? Seriously, he got it, okay? The apocalypse was on their asses, but that was just sick.
"Sir? The results of this survey are confidential and-"
"One." Dean retorted, before shoving his phone back in his pocket.
Sadistic sons of bitches. What were they just waiting for him to kick the bucket?
"Asshole." Dean muttered under his breath.
He finally got Sam's attention who looked up from his laptop.
"Huh?" He glanced at Dean. "Castiel out of minutes again?"
Dean glared at his brother. "I could have fixed it too you know."
Sam snorted, Ha! Dean couldn't even access his email. He'd like to see Dean figure out how to add minutes to a cell phone.
"Sure." He said, stifling a laugh. "So anyways…who was that?"
Dean grunted. "Assholes." He muttered again. "Some friggin' cemetery."
Sam looked at him with a confused look. "What? Did you leave a business card at the last salt and burn?"
"You," Dean pointed at his brother, "are a dick."
He dropped down in a chair across from Sam, wondering fleetingly if there was much point in renewing his internet subscription to Busty Asian Beauties, or if they'd be dead before he got to enjoy it too much.