DISCLAIMER
Not mine, but the WB's. Got the idea from the expression on Jess' face when she was on the ceiling in the pilot.
"Look, pal. I don't know who you are or what kind of a sick joke you're playing, but it's not funny," Sam snapped. Dean made muttering noises as he opened his eyes.
"Sammy, keep it down," he moaned.
"Sam, please believe me," the voice implored.
"Whoever you are, why don't you just leave me alone?" Sam snapped again. Instantly, Dean's big brother instincts were on high alert.
"Sammy, what's goin' on?" he demanded.
"Some freak somehow got my number and said they had something for me from Jess," came the answer.
"Gimmie," Dean demanded. Sam did so. "Look pal, I don't know who the heck you are, but if you ever contact my brother and spout that trash at him again, I will hunt you down and take you out," the older man threatened. Then, he hung up before the caller could response. Dean, then carefully picked himself up from the bed and walked over to the other bed, where Sam had buried his head in his hands.
"Sammy, hey," he said gently, taking a spot beside him.
"Why would someone do that, Dean? Why would some say they had something of Jess'?" Sam wondered. Though his voice was muffled, the older man could tell that his brother had started to cry.
"Because they're cruel," Dean responded. "It was probably just some freak of nature tryin' to rattle you," he continued harshly. Sam continued to cry and Dean just sat beside him, not saying anything.