"Sammy... Look it's been a month... Can you please just call me back. I just want to know that your alive."
"Hey Sam, just checking in again. I know your not going to call me back but... Your not the only one who lost him... It's been two months and it's starting to feel like I lost you too, I mean I know your still alive because your listening too and deleting these messages. Just please, all I need is one phone call."
"Hey Sammy, its me again... I went to visit him today... I felt like one of those idiots on tv... The ones who sit and talk to their dead loved one like they can hear them... I miss him so much... And you... It's been three months and I don't think I'll ever get over him... What am I doing... You probably don't even care... I mean if you cared you would at least answer my calls or call me back... You know like I did when I left... I too was in a state of emotional crisis but I still managed to answer your calls..."
"Sam... It's me... I'm just calling to say, that... well that I won't be calling anymore... It looks like you've given up on both your brother and me... So, I'm letting you go. I hope that you can move on and finally have the normal life you wanted. Go to Law school, meet a nice girl... Forget about all this stuff. It's alright if you do. He'd understand, hell he'd encourage it. And, if it's not to much to ask... maybe just a card each Christmas, so that we know your alive and well. So... I guess this is goodbye... for good. You know... It's funny, that of all the people in my life... you're the one that's always been there... every time I needed you... and now... when I needed you most... That's when you decide to disappear. I always thought that, no matter what happened with me and Dean or Bobby or whoever, that you'd always be there. We're suppose to be the 2 musketeers, sticking together through our crappy lives, giving each other support... but I guess you grew up with out me and decided to move on completely... It's okay... I'll get by... I always do... I just have one more favor to ask... Don't forget him... Move on, forget about monsters and demons... but never forget the boy who tried to protect us by pushing us away... the one who always put our lives before his own... Who'd do anything we asked because he loved use... even if we asked him to leave... Don't forget him... I guess I've stalled long enough... Goodbye Sammy..."
"Hey this is Dean, I'm probably doing something stupid, so leave a message and if I live I'll try and call you back"
"BEEEEP!"
"Hey... it's day 10 without you... Sammy's still not answering my calls... I just hope he's okay... I've spent a lot of time at your grave... It just... it doesn't seem real... It was so different when I ran away because I knew that at any moment I could see you again... but now... there's no chance of accidentally running into you at Bobby's or at some random motel... Your gone, gone... I feel like it's my fault... I mean the only two people who I love who haven't died are Sammy and Bobby... Well... I don't actually know about Sam... I wish... I don't even know what I wish... Sometimes... when I'm about to go to bed... It feels like your there... when I close my eyes I can almost feel your arm wrap around my waist... I miss you so much..."
"Hey, this is... day 30 without you... I think... I may or may not be either hung over or still a little drunk from last night... I got so drunk that I almost let a demon kill me just to put me out of my misery... Sam is still not answering my calls... What am I doing... Visiting your grave, paying for your phone so I can keep calling into the voice mail... I'm pathetic... and alone... I should just go back... but I can't... I can't go back to that house anymore... there's just to many bad memories associated with it now. I think I miss you more if that's possible... "
"Hey... so, I've lost track of what day this is... lost track of what month it is... for all I know it could already be the one year anniversary of your death... I think I put a guy in the hospital last night... I don't actually know because I left before the cops got there... I don't even know why I did it... that's a lie... I know why... It's because I was drunk and upset... Why was I drunk and upset you might ask... I let Sam go... said goodbye, told him I wasn't gonna call anymore... I told him to move on... go back to law school, meet a nice girl... To have the life he always wanted... I think... I think it's time I do to... I'm going to visit your grave one last time and then I'm gone... I think I'm going to go to New York... I always did want to see the big apple. That means this is the last message I leave you. I just want you to know, I love you... and that I forgive you... for everything... Goodbye Dean."