Call Four
MUFFLED YELLING
"...Dean?"
SCUFFLE
"Yeah, what, hello?"
"What's going on there?"
"Nothing, what do you want?"
"What do you mean 'what do I want'? You have something of mine and I want it back, you tosser."
"I'm not a – tosser? - and I'll give it back when I'm done."
"Done doing what?"
SCUFFLE
"He doesn't play well with others, it will end in tears, I'm telling you."
"You always say that."
"Yes, and you always end up in trouble and calling on yours truly for a bail-out."
"That is so not – Ow! Son of a bitch!"
"He bites, and you were saying?"
"You could have told me that when I took him."
"I didn't expect you'd be dumb enough to take my Hellhound on an extended joy-ride. I said a few hours and that more than a few hours ago."
"You done?"
"No."
"I'll bring him back soon, okay, I just need him for a case."
"You're using my Hellhound to do good? That's just sick."
"Crowley, this is serious, I need to find this thing that's ripping up the old pe-"
"Don't tell me any more, I can't take it. Poor Kirby."
BARK
"He doesn't like it either."
"Well tough shit. Is there a way to stop him being so, you know, angry?"
"Are you being serious?"
BARK
"Look, I've got to go."
BARK
"Don't call me, I'll call you."
CALL ENDED