"Dad?" Dean tried to keep the desperation out of his voice but knew he was failing. "Dad, I really need to hear from you. I don't know what you're doing..."
And he didn't rightly give a crap. He didn't care about whatever the hell it was his dad was doing. Nothing could be so important that it necessitated him cutting off all contact. He didn't say that, though. He figured his dad would be able to put two and two together and come up with that answer for himself.
"Look, Sam is with me. We're in Jericho." He closed his eyes for a moment, more of a long blink than anything else. "I got your journal."
The planted journal with the usual ex-Marine crap you use whenever you want us to do something, but can't just ask us or tell us straight out about what it is you want us to do.
He didn't say that part out loud, either.
"Could you, uh, could you just call me back?"
God, he sounded like such a whiny little bitch. Not like there was any other choice. He hoped the concern in his voice might break through his dad's focus long enough to get him to respond to his request for some sort of message that said he was alive.
"Hell, leave me a message, a text, an email, anything." He didn't add the please that all but tossed itself off his tongue. "Sam and I just wanna know you're alright. Okay?"
He knew there wouldn't be a response even before he hung up the phone. There hadn't been a response to the dozens of other voicemails that he left over the last few days. Still, he held out hope. He didn't know if that made him a pathetic believer or a blithering idiot.
The way he saw it?
It was a mixture of both.
A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!
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