12 Days Of Supernatural

Chapter 4:

On the fourth day of Christmas, my Castiel gave to me, four calling angels…

Dean looked down when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Quickly, he pulled it out and checked the call display which read 'Cas'. He opened the phone and held it to his ear; wincing at the cold feeling.

"Hey, Cas."

"Hello, Dean. Where are you?" The angel questioned.

"Dude, it's like…two A.M., and we just got back from a job a few hours ago, can't we do this tomorrow?" Dean whined.

"No, this is important. It may take days but we must do this now-"

"Days? Cas, I haven't slept in days, I think this is going to need to wait for a couple hours…"

"Dean-" Castiel tried to explain but his conversation was cut short when Dean ended the phone call.

The oldest Winchester shook his head in disbelief and continued walking. His phone buzzed again in his pocket. With a loud sigh of annoyance he looked down at it. If I don't answer now he'll just call back… he thought to himself. Dean smirked and reached down into his pocket…

"Hello?" Dean answered with a high voice.

"Hello, Dean, this-"

Dean interrupted "Hey, who is this 'Dean'? My name is Susie. Do you want to buy some cookies?"

"Uh, no. I must have the wrong number." Castiel quickly closed the phone.

Dean began to laugh. His phone vibrated in his pocket. "Persistent, huh?" He plugged his nose and greeted Cas. "Hiiiiigh-low." Dean exaggerated in a nerdy voice, complete with snorts.

"Uh…Hello?" Replied the confused angel.

"Who's there?"

"This is Castiel."

"That's an interesting name. Did you make it up your self? I made up my name. It is," he tried to make a deep voice, "The Melvinator." He snorted after revealing his name. "I know. Cool. Hey, Do you want to be my friend? I think you sound like you want to be my friend. OH! We can talk about dragons and…and board games! You can come over to my house, and we can play computer games, and my mom can make us pretzels. Oh, but if she calls me her 'precious little Melvin', just ignore it. She's crazy-"

Castiel slammed the phone shut and read the number over in his head. 555-0179. "That is strange, I was sure that that was Dean's number." He made one final attempt to call.

"Hello?" Came the angry voice of an older woman. "Have you been calling my house?! This is the third time that this number has been on my phone in the last day, and you hung up on my children! How dare you try to make a prank phone call to them…and then you hang up?! Young man, you're lucky that I don't trace this call and have you arrested! If you ever try this again, You will know how defensive a mother can get over their young-"

Dean held back a laugh and added a muffled comment in the background. "Mom, is that Castiel? Tell him that he can come and play 'Dungeons and dragons'!" He argued with himself.

"Be quiet Melvin, I'm on the phone!"

"It's the Melvinator!"

"Shut up and go to your room!" Dean yelled.

"I believe that this is a misunderstanding-" Castiel tried to explain.

"If you ever call again…I swear," Dean threatened in a girls voice "you'll regret it."

He hung up and started to laugh hysterically. " I hope he doesn't take that to bad." He paused to consider Castiel going insane. "Nah."

Castiel stared at the phone speechless. "I shall call tomorrow."