A/N: Life story on how this came about can be found in my profile. This short scene takes place at the beginning of the 5th season in Supernatural. Enjoy!
Phone Call
"Listen, uh…I know we haven't talked because…well because of what happened the last time and all…" Dean covered his eyes and let out a long sigh. He knew his voice was filling the impossibly large room. Knew only one man was silently standing by the console listening to his every word, but refusing to pick up. The direction he was taking the conversation was not one that should be taken over the phone. "Anyway, Sam and I are on to something huge. End of the world huge and…well Doc, we could really use your help on this. We're at the tail end of 2009. You know where to find us." He hesitated. Then shut the phone off and dropped it onto the motel bed.
His hands shook; he slid one back through his hair to hide it.
"Any luck?" Sam questioned from the doorway. Dean paused in his pacing and turned his body towards the door.
"You know the man, it'd be a freakin' miracle if he got anywhere on time." Sam watched as Dean reached for his leather jacket and slipped it on before collecting the keys from the table and pulling out his wallet to count the cash he had. He never met his eyes, he noticed. Even as he brushed past him out the door. "Come on. Doctor or no, we've got a horseman to find."