Waking up was pleasant. Not having to pretend, beeing able to be grouchy and grumpy and not getting dressed. Dean revelled in it for a while, until Sam came in carrying a tray filled with breakfast.
"Morning. You good?" he asked, putting the tray on the bedside cabinet.
Dean stretched and sat up.
"Yeah. As good as gets, I guess. What's with the hotel treatment? I'm not sick."
Sam smirked as he passed a plate of bacon, eggs and toast.
"It's just once, you know. To... celebrate isn't quite the word I guess..."
Dean took the cutlery Sam offered.
"Works for me. I'm happy to be shot of this whole situation. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you talked sense into me last May. I would've left so fast the soundbarrier would have broken, but then I'd have lost so much. Now all that's left is for her to sign those damned papers, and it's over."

Sam hummed and fiddled with Dean's phone.
"Dude. Why are you messing with that?"
A quick glance, then a frown.
"It kept buzzing last night. I don't really wanna give it to you and ruin your good mood."
Sam still kept his eyes fixed on the piece of hardware that sat, black and a bit omnious, in his gigantic palms.
Dean thought about it.
"Tell you what. I'll eat my breakfast, and then you give it to me."
Sam nodded and put the thing down.
Dean smiled encouragingly and stuffed a big bite of eggs and bacon in his mouth. Sam smiled back and they talked about anything but Lisa and last night.

With a satisfied groan, Dean pushed his empty plate away.
"Mmm. Good eats, Sammy. I could get used to this." he said with a teasing grin.
Sam chuckled and pushed his brother against the shoulder.
"Don't. I told you: this is a one time thing."
Dean sobered and sighed as he picked up his phone.
"I guess I'd better brave this, huh?"
Biting his lip in sympathy, Sam nodded.
"I guess you must. I'm here, Dean."
He put his hand on Dean's knee.

With a deep breath, Dean opened his phone.
"10 new messages... oh God."
He felt nauseous, but opened the app.

Received at 1.47 am Lisa:
Dean, what the Hell?
I had to hear from the JANITOR that you left earlier on?
And what was that with that song?
I guess I'll get a ride home with Lilith.

Received at 2.02 am Lisa:
Dean. Where are you?
Someone's been in here, I can tell.
I think we might have been burgled.
Call me!

Received at 2.16 am Lisa:
Dean... Again what the Hell?
I called the Sherrif, and she told me to sleep off my buzz and leave you be.
She said maybe things would be clearer after some sleep.
Where the fuck are you?

Received at 2.20 am Lisa:
Screw you, Winchester.
I'm going to sleep, and if burglars have made off with your prescious music collection, I'm not bothered.
I hope whomever you're screwing, she's worth it.

Received at 2.21 am Lisa:
Oh my God.
Is it the Sherrif?
Are you boinking her?
It is, isn't it?

Dean mockingly gagged at the thought.
"What the Hell was she thinking? Jody is like the mom we didn't have! Ewww!"
Sam bit his lip though.
"Sounds like she didn't get the hint, Dean. Nor did she find your letter and the papers. This could get weird."
Dean shrugged.
"I still have a few messages to go..." he said and looked back at his phone.

Received at 2.25 am Lisa:
Dean... please answer me.
Think of our baby.

Received at 2.32 am Lisa:
Fine!
But don't think I'm giving you custody of our kid!

Received at 2.36 am Lisa:
Dean... are you ok?
Tell me you're not dying in a ditch somewhere.

Received at 2.51 am Lisa:
Ok. I'm definitely going to sleep.
I'll see you do the walk of shame tomorrow, I guess.

Received at 7.47 am (555-15884207)
Morning Dean-o!
It's Gabriel. I lifted your number from that skank's computer.
I hope you are ok. You sure seemed off last night.
But who's to blame you, right?
She didn't notice you left, until after midnight.
Brady drove off with her at around ten minutes past.
I'm sorry, bucko.
Call me when you wake up. I just wanna make sure you lived.
The number is 555-15884207, in case your phone doesn't show it.

Dean looked up at Sam.
"Here, read this..." he said, showing Gabriel's message.
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Wow. Guess you made a friend, huh? Maybe, maybe... maybe that's who called Jody last night..."
Dean thought about it.
"Couldn't be. He was at the party to tell her I left. Lisa always calls him a janitor, even though he is head of maintenance. Plus, the caller had told Jody exactly where I was walking."

Sam hummed, his face pensive.
"True... but I can't shake the feeling this guy was somehow involved in that."
Dean hummed, thinking.
"I don't know. But I should call him, if only to tell him I'm ok. He seems genuinely concerned."
He eyed his phone.
"Just one more message left..."
He sighed and opened it.

Received at 9.13 am Lisa:
Dean...
Where are you? Are you ok?
What happened here?
Our house has been meticulously emptied, but not completely.
Have we been burgled?
But they left the tv and took your laptop.

Dean shook his head as he showed Sam his phone.
"God... how can she be so clueless? Guess I still wasn't clear enough."
He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair.
Determinedly he tapped out his message, showing it to his brother for approval, before hitting 'send'.

Sent at 10.11 am to Lisa:
Lisa,
I'm ok.
To get what happened, you need to do two things.
Think hard and deep about last night (read your text history to see if it triggers anything) and get the envelope from the diningroom table.
Dean

He nodded, satisfied with his message.
He tapped some more, under Sam's questioning gaze, and held up his finger as a sign he should hold on.
"Hey, Gabriel. It's Dean. Yeah... I'm ok. The Sherrif picked me up before I tried walking to my boss' house. Yeah. I know. Not too smart, but I'm ok. Thanks for caring, man. Uhuh. I'm settled for now, though. I'll see to other arrangements later. Right now I need family. Hmhm. Yeah, my brother is here and Bobby is kind of my surrogate dad. Yeah. Ok. Take care. Happy holidays, man."

He smiled and added Gabriel to his contacts list.
Then he shut off his phone, ringer still on silent.
"I don't wanna know if it buzzes, Sam. You got that? I'll check in later."
Sam nodded, fully understanding his need for radio silence.