AN: In this chapter, the prankster (aka Brant) talks with a German accent. I typed some of his words in an odd way like, "dere" (there), "dis" (this), to put emphasis on the imagery of Brant trying to talk in a German accent. So that's why those words are like that. They're not to be offensive, or spelled incorrect. Enjoy! :)

It had been a couple of days since Jake had made his last prank call. Too afraid was the boy to dare harass anyone through the line of the phone. But Lily's tale of terror hadn't stopped Brant nor had it slowed him down. If anything, he had to pick up the pace since Jake had wanted out for awhile. Jake was sitting at the island in his family's kitchen, head in one hand, and a bowl of cereal that was turning into mush because of Jake's utter disinterest in eating it. Instead he was mindlessly watching the morning news. And that's when Brant practically flew in.

"Hey, Jake, Mom and Dad left for work, right?" he asked. Both hands on the top of the island, arms spread as wide as the smile on his face.

Whatever world Jake had been lost in, now he was pulled back into reality. He looked at his brother, shrugged and said, "Yeah, like an hour ago!"

"And what about Lily? Where is she?"

"She left to. Wha…wait, why?" Jake asked as he spun around in his chair, following his older brother who darted over to the phone hanging on the wall on the other side of the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"I came up with some more phone digit combos last night! Jake, my friend, we are going outta state!" Brant smiled as he picked up the phone. "And then I thought, Mom and Dad aren't home, we've used our cell phones plenty, why not use the house phone instead of our cell phones this time?" He dialed in a brand new number, this one longer than the previous combos he's ever dialed, pressed talk and waited.

-Meanwhile-

Sam and Dean Winchester had just finished up an all night game of man hunt with a couple of ghosts who refused to take anyone's word that they were dead and meant to move on. The result? They became violent, almost homicidal, especially whenever someone came treading on their territory. It had taken Sam and Dean almost until dawn to finally locate their unburied bodies, but they were found, salted, and burned. Now they were catching some serious Zs. But both of the brothers were ripped away from their slumbered state of mind and body when one of Dean's many cell phones started ringing and ringing.

"Dean….Dean….Dean!" Sam said, eyes barely open as he looked over at his brother.

"What?" he asked. Whether he was just flat out ignoring the fact his phone was ringing or if he really didn't hear it in his now half awake state, Sam could only guess.

"Answer your damn phone!"

Dean groaned, face down into the pillow, and reached out a hand towards the nightstand that separated the two beds. The first few grabs failed as Dean seemed to knock over everything else on the small piece of furniture. But then he finally grabbed his phone and flipped it open. He didn't recognize the number, but sometimes odd numbers meant answers…or more work. Nevertheless, Dean answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, yes, I ordered a pizza almost an hour ago and I was just wondering um…where the hell is it already?! Seriously, dude, I'm starving!"

Dean glanced over at the alarm clock next to his bed. It was eight in the morning. Dean and Sam only had gotten back to the motel room around five… "It's eight in the morning!"

"So what? I'm not allowed to have a pizza craving at seven in the morning?! Look, I can't control what I crave, I can only satisfy it. And right now I'm craving my pizza I ordered almost an hour ago!"

"You shouldn't have this number." Dean said. "Why do you have this number?" he demanded to know.

"Because I'm wondering where the hell my pizza is!"

"Why do you check up your-"

"Dean…" Sam warned causing Dean to sigh, frustrated, and flipped his phone shut. "What was that all about?" Sam asked.

"Prank call," Dean simply said, tossing the phone aside. But minutes later, another one of the Winchesters' phones rang into action. Sam went to reach for it, but Dean beat him to it. Again, a number he hadn't ever seen before. "Hello?"

"Hello, sir, I'm looking for Mr. Alaric Diederich. Is he available?"

"Sorry, you just missed him," Dean flipped that phone shut and tossed it aside. 'Next time would be the prankster's last time,' he told himself. And 10 minutes later, that chance came. "What?!"

"Hallo, dis is Alaric. Has anyone left a message for me?"

"Alright, cut the fake accent! Who is this?!"

"I tell you, dis is Alaric! I want to know if dere are any messages for me!"

"Look, kid, I can see right through your act. I don't care if we're talking over the phone or in person you better cut the crap right now! Believe me kid, I am the LAST person you wanna mess with!"

"Oh ja? And just what are you gonna do about it?"

"You don't wanna know…" Dean shook his head slowly, threateningly which was completely pointless since the prank caller couldn't see him.

"Oh yeah, what are you? The phone police!" the prankster challenged as he laughed.

Dean's eyes went wide and the color drained out of his face. He nearly dropped the phone in his lap. "Listen kid, your stream of prank calls better end at this number before someone gets into some serious trouble."

"Psh yeah, right! Like that's ever gonna happen!" And with that, the line was cut, and all Dean heard was the dial tone before slowly pulling his phone away from his ear and flipping it shut.

"Dean?" Sam wondered, noting the sudden change in his brother's demeanor.

"Sam, where's your laptop?"

"Over on the table," Sam pointed to it and asked, "why? Dean, what's wrong?"

Dean threw the blankets off himself and sprung out of his rented bed, his cell phone in his hand, already with the intentions of tracing the call.

"Dean what is going on?"

"I'm about to break a case before it even starts, Sammy," Dean said, typing in his desired website on Sam's laptop.

"You're about to break a case before it even starts? You got a case from a prank phone call?"

"Just trust me on this, Sam, I know what I'm doing."

"Yeah, ok," Sam laughed, now fully awake and getting himself out of bed. He walked over and stood behind Dean, noticing a phone company website pulled up.

Dean was now typing in the phone number that the prankster had forgotten to star-six-seven and requested that the website trace the number back to its caller. Within a few minutes, the location came up.

"Alright prankster. Get ready. Cause I'm coming for y….Long Island, New York?" Dean looked confused. He wasn't sure he had ever been there before. There was a time and a place for everything and Dean shrugged the location off. They weren't too far away from New York. Give it a couple hours drive and they'd be there just in time for lunch! "Sammy, pack your bags. We're skipping breakfast and hitting the road!"