Phone Booth
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: telephone
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean's in the Impala, alone and injured. Yup, he's in trouble. This is kind of an extract from a longer fic I'm writing at the moment.
Dean must've slipped into a fever-doze for a second, because he's startled awake by Baby's radio crackling into life. Heart thudding, he gropes for his gun with clumsy fingers. Only to lose his grip on both gun and precious cell-phone when a voice comes from the backseat, singing along with the radio.
"Oh why can't we talk again, don't leave me hanging on the telephone…"
"Fuck!"
"What's wrong, Squirrel? I agree, Blondie's probably past her best, but…"
"Crowley. How'd you get out of the dungeon? How're you here? Baby's warded."
"Mmm, I'd forgotten that."
Demon morphs into angel. Metatron smiles.