Prologue:
In which no one seems capable of answering the bloody phone
You have reached the voicemail of: Why the bloody hell does it want be to say my na- *BEEP*.
"Hiya Artie! So, Allie and I are having an epic-tastic Christmas party this year! We totally want you to come, too! Matthew and Maddie are gonna be here too, so-"
"Give me the phone, Alfred!"
"But sis-"
"Alfred."
"Fine."
"Hi Arthur, this is Amelia (the sane America, remember?)."
"ALLIE!"
"Anywho, we're having a big get-together for Christmas this year and I- ahem WE would really like you to come. And just between you and me, I think Al has a huge crush on Rosa, so you should bring her, too. We can have both the Enlgands! It'll be great. Please come… yeah… I, uh, yeah… Iloveyouandreallyreallywannaseeyousopleasecome! Okay? See ya!"
Click.
You have reached the voicemail of: AMERICA! Shut up, Al, this is Amelia Jo-" *BEEP*.
"Alfred! My name is not 'Artie' or 'Iggy' or any other ridiculous nick-names you make up! I am the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland! Is that so hard to say?! Hmm, I suppose it is… then just call me England or Arthur if you must, not whatever the hell you feel like calling me! And Amelia-"
*BEEP*
You have reached the voicemail of: AMERICA! Shut up, Al this is Amelia Jo-" *BEEP*
"My apologies, Amelia, I did not intend to do nothing but yell at Alfred through your voicemail. Yes, well… Dash it all, voicemail is awkward. Whoever came up with such an infernal contraption? It is absolutely impossible to have a decent conversation like this! Well then…. Rosa's flying into Ontario and driving down with Matthew and Madeline. I will be flying into Washington DC next Tuesday. If you still want me to come over, that is.. Well then. Goodbye, luv."
Click.
This is Dean Winchester. Leave a message. *BEEP*
"Sam, Dean, ya idjits, what the hell are you doing in Washington DC? That place is swarmin' with demons. Get your butts back here and get some backup before you start chasin' the big fish. I swear; you pair of idiots are going to send me to an early grave. This is Bobby, by the way, if you couldn't tell by how much more sensible my voice sounds than whatever crappy advice you two are following. Call me back."
Click.
You have reached the voicemail of: Why does the voice want me to say my name? *BEEP*
"Hey, Cas, this is Sam. Listen, we're on the tail of something big here in DC and we'd like a little advice. I'm afraid that it's going to run if we corner it, but Dean says otherwise. We think it's a demon, but it's vessel-hopping like nobody's business. It's like it can't stay in one body for more than twenty-four hours or so. And the vessels always die within a few hours of the thing leaving. Anyway, if you know anything, let us know. Dean says we're gonna try and corner it in the warehouse district tonight, so, if you could stop by or something…"
Click.
You have reached the voicemail of: Why does the voice want me to say my name?
"Holy crap, Cas, we've caught something downright freakish! Get your angel ass over here and tell us this is your cousin or something cuz, I'm not sure we can kill it, and it looks pretty damn angel-like from this angle, and you know we're not exactly heaven's gold-star students right now. So, call back, get over here, I don't care. Just do it."
"Hi, this is Sam. Dean forgot to mention that we're at the Paradise Motel. Or in the Impala. Depends on when you get this message. And seriously, Cas this is pretty weird."