Chapter Five - Sam.
I watched my brother expectantly, waiting for him to tell me it was our dad, and was puzzled when his green eyes widened and his face grew decidedly pale. He disconnected his phone in a hurry and all but threw it back in his pocket.
"De - Jonathan, who was it?" I asked, correcting myself just in time before I totally blew our cover.
Dean turned his wide green eyes onto me, before saying - "Excuse me, Sheriff, I need to talk to my colleague in private. FBI business."
The sheriff harrumphed again, before he walked off, looking back only once as though he thought we were a very strange pair indeed. Maybe he did and I didn't care a bit if he did. To me, he seemed the strange one and certainly not very friendly and welcoming.
"Who was it, Dean?" I asked again, once the sheriff was safely out of earshot.
"I don't know," my brother said. "Someone playing about, most likely. Probably had one of those machines that transforms your voice into a robots and hit my number on the offchance!"
"Oh, like they did on Scream?" I asked, remembering the film I'd so enjoyed a few years ago.
"Yes, exactly like that, Sam. Why or who, I don't know, though," Dean said, and to be honest, he looked very troubled indeed, as though he didn't believe in his own words.
"What did they say?" I asked, in an attempt to perhaps get to the bottom of this.
"They said - You're next!" Dean replied, looking thoughtful as well as troubled now.
"You're next? What the hell does that mean?" I asked, feeling disturbed myself, now.
"I don't know," Dean said, again.
I didn't get to ask anything else, because one of the sherriff's deputies started screaming for help because he'd found something and they didn't know what it was.
I exchanged a look with my brother, before heading on over there to find out what was going on.