Call Five
"I think I may have gotten you in trouble with the big one."
"Stop calling my brother."
"Well, speak of the devil. Sam."
"Crowley."
"Are you in the habit of answering Dean's phone and warning off his friends?"
"You're not his friend."
"Oh, so he told you."
"Told me what?"
"Nothing, forget I spoke."
"I always try to, but then you just keep talking."
"Cute."
"Don't call Dean again."
"Or what? What is it you'll do, and what is it you think I'm doing?"
"You're scum, Crowley, and I will end you."
"And you're all talk, because you know what Dean would do if you tried to off me - and you'll notice here I said 'tried'."
"I'll kill you one of these days."
"You'll try. Won't it be fun seeing who ends up dead?"
"You gave him a Hellhound! That thing nearly killed me."
"Good dog."
"Listen to me, Crowley, whatever game you're playing with my brother, it ends now."
"I'll be intrigued to see if Dean wants to stop playing."
"What does that even me?"
"You bore me, Samuel, you really do."
"You disgust me, Fergus."
PAUSE
"One of these days I'm going to disembowel you, dear Sammy, and that will only be the beginning. I'll make sure Dean thinks there was an accident, and we'll all live happily ever after. Except for you, of course."
"You done?"
"Hardly. But enlighten me, how do you plan on controlling Dean, hmm?"
"Controlling him?"
"Yes, Moose, because he'll call me first, I guarantee it."
CALL ENDED