Things are not always as they appear. As first impressions go, it may never be safe to assume what you see is what you're actually getting. Between the lines or beyond what we may presently understand, the context could be subjecting us to something we involuntaryly react to. Our mind's eye remain ever aware of our surrounding stimuli, we simply must allow ourselves to be open to the idea that what's being presented to us is a reality all in it's own.
di·a·logue; noun: a literary work in the form of a conversation.
[Early one morning Sam is up before the sun and going through files at the large table in the main room of their bunker. There is a calm silence but is suddenly interrupted by a loud ring. His eyes scan the room before falling on a cell phone across the table and he approaches it slowly, recognizing it as Dean's. He's weary to answer and waits for a few rings to see if Dean is up and has heard it. After he concludes his brother is probably still gone to the world he picks the phone up and answers the call from an unknown number.]
Hello?
This is taking much longer than we anticipated! You said you would have it delivered to us before dusk!
Wait, who is this?
We don't have time for your games, if you can't produce we will simply kill the girl. Your brother better be prepared for us by noon or we will find more victims to satisfy our needs...
Wh- Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but don't you hurt anyone. You need to tell me who the hell this is!
IS THAT A THREAT?! YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO THIS, DEAN! I'M NOT IN ANY MOOD THIS! You have till noon, boy!
[The other line disconnects abruptly. Sam stares at the phone for a moment before hearing movement from the other room. Dean enters looking groggy.]
Hey, I heard your voice, who were you talking to?
Um.. Yea, about that. Dean, who the hell are you making deals with?
What? I ain't making any deals.
Tell me, Dean. Someone is about to get hurt, bad, because you failed to deliver something? What are you up to?!
I have no idea what you're talking about. That sounds pretty crazy man, you must be having those tripped out dreams again.
Oh I wasn't dreaming. Your phone rang and when I answered it some guy sounded pretty pissed off because you didn't make your delivery yesterday. I just want to know what's going on and why he wanted you to have me "prepared." I don't know what you're up to but someone is about to get killed and there will be more, so you better tell me, now.
Sammy, calm down. Look, honestly I have no clue who this guy is or what the hell he wants. I haven't talked to anyone since that guy off in Friendswood about the abduction case. Let me see my phone...
Why?
So I can show you something. Just give it to me, will ya?
...
[He hesitantly hands the phone over. Dean quickly opens the call log and skims through it, turning to show Sam.]
Look, you can see all the calls I made incoming and outgoing. Last call made... was to you. Last call received... was from you. You see? No weird calls from people we don't know.
Wa- what? Wait a second, no, that's not right. I just got a call from an unknown number.
Nope, no unknown. No calls since yesterday afternoon.
I don't see how that's possible. I just talked to that guy... Could he have deleted it after he called? I don't get it.
Right. Well, hate to burst your bubble but what you probably did was dream about it or something. With your record and all...
I don't understand. It sounded so real. I remember sitting here reading then your phone went off and I answered it. I swear I was talking to someone.
Sam... It's OK. I mean, you've been having a lot of nightmares recently and it's not unusual for them to seem so... Real. Honestly? I think it's just part of the side effects from the trials.
No, no. It's not. You're hiding something from me. Someone is going to get hurt. I can't let you do that. I don't know what's going on but I can't let you, I can't.
Sam! Calm down damn it! Just sit and calm the hell down! You know I wouldn't do something behind your back like that. Think about it, Sammy; your dreams, the pain you've been having, the weird visions, and now this? It's paranoia. Whatever is going on in that head of yours you can't let it turn you against what you know is true. You have to trust me on this, Sam. Please.
But... Yea, I guess you're right. I just don't know what to believe anymore. I mean, I do trust you, Dean. I do. I'm just having a hard time figuring out what's real and what's not. I, uh, I'm sorry.
Don't be. I'm right here with ya, little brother. Nothin' going to come between that.