Call Two
"What?"
"There are literally hundreds of nicer ways to answer the phone, Dean."
"Yeah well I knew it was you calling."
"Right, charming. Can you talk?"
"No."
"You sure about that, dear?"
"I was free to talk last week but I'm not now, nor will I ever be again. Not for you, anyway."
"I wasn't presuming to ask, just wondering if your young Moose was lurking."
"Still no."
"Look, stop pouting, I was busy -"
"- Busy!"
"- and I was only teasing of course, you know me, but you hung up. So..."
"Well it doesn't matter, because like I said, that particular case is closed."
"Okay, all right, bloody hell when did you lose your sense of humour?"
"Right around the time you stuck me with this Mark of Cain, because I have to tell you, it is not a laugh a minute."
"Oh come off it, we had fun."
"Past tense, Crowley."
"Exactly my reasoning when I asked if you were free to chat..."
"You know, you think you're all -"
MUFFLED YELL
"Oh, hi Cas, oh this? No, I'm just talking to the pizza man, uh, hello? Yeah, no peppers."
"You like it hot."
"...You know what, screw the pizza, man. Later."
CALL ENDED