Call Six
"Yes, hello?"
"It's me."
"Ah, Dean, what a pleasant surprise. How's tricks?"
"Terrific."
"That bad? Well, how can I alleviate your pain?"
"Drop it. You didn't call me, so I know you're still pissy about the Hellhound thing."
"Wrong on both counts, darling. I did call you, and I hear Kirby savaged your Moose a little, so I'm a happy chappy."
"What?"
"Your oversized sibling is taking your calls as of late, apparently."
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."
"How bad is he hurt? Tell me he's maimed, at least."
"Shut up, Crowley."
"The point is I called, so you owe me a roll in the proverbial hay. Or literal hay, I haven't decided yet."
"I never agreed to anything."
"Lies can be beautiful or pointless, Dean."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"Crowley, I can't. Sam's due back for an ass-kicking in like half an hour."
"Then you owe me a roll in whatever rat infested motel room bed you're currently in."
"No."
"Come on, you remember how good our quickies are, don't you? Hot and fast and hard, brutal and glorious. That time in Munich..."
"No."
"You know this is entirely pointless, I can always tell when you're just protesting too much."
"I'm not 'protesting', I'm saying no."
"And I'm saying that the more you go on pretending that you don't love fucking me, the less time we have for the aforementioned fucking. So, are you going to continue to be a pansy and pretend you're not interested, or are you going to say...?"
"Ten minutes, in and out, no arguing, and no talking."
"Done deal."
CALL ENDED