Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 4, 2014 17:54:07 GMT -5
Dean was sleeping soundly after the whole Ellicot case had been put to bed. So soundly in fact that he didn't hear his phone or feel the pillow that Sam had flung. But he certainly wasn't sleeping soundly anymore when Sam's loud voice said desperately, "Dad, where are you? We've been looking everywhere for you." Dean's eyes snapped open and he pushed himself up into a seated position on the bed. "Is that Dad?" Sam ignored him, continuing to listen to whatever John was saying. "You're going after it aren't you" he asked next, switching the phone to his other ear. Dean reached for a shirt and tugged it over his head, watching Sam like a hawk.
"A demon" Sam echoed their father faintly. "What about a demon? What's he saying?" Dean was starting to get impatient. Sam ignored him again, going on to say in an even more desperate tone, with glassy eyes, "let us help." His expression registered shock after a minute. "What? What names?" "Give me the phone." Dean held out one hand. Sam switched the phone back to his other ear, away from Dean. "No." Dean wasn't sure if he was speaking to him or to their father but either way he had had enough. "Give me the damn phone." He stood up, crossed to Sam's bed and pulled it from his hand, placing it to his own ear. "Dad? Hi, it's me. Where are you?" John's voice was gravelly. "It's not important right now Dean. I need you and your brother to stop looking for me and go to Indiana. Burkitsville. With these names...and find out all you can about them. Do you have a pen and paper?"
Dean swallowed hard, his expression going stoic. "Yes sir." He rummaged around in the nightstand until he located both objects. He scrawled down the names that John listed off. "Dad" he began after this task was complete, but John cut him off with an abrupt, "I've got to go now." His tone softened a fraction. "It was good to hear your voice Dean."
And he hung up.
"A demon" Sam echoed their father faintly. "What about a demon? What's he saying?" Dean was starting to get impatient. Sam ignored him again, going on to say in an even more desperate tone, with glassy eyes, "let us help." His expression registered shock after a minute. "What? What names?" "Give me the phone." Dean held out one hand. Sam switched the phone back to his other ear, away from Dean. "No." Dean wasn't sure if he was speaking to him or to their father but either way he had had enough. "Give me the damn phone." He stood up, crossed to Sam's bed and pulled it from his hand, placing it to his own ear. "Dad? Hi, it's me. Where are you?" John's voice was gravelly. "It's not important right now Dean. I need you and your brother to stop looking for me and go to Indiana. Burkitsville. With these names...and find out all you can about them. Do you have a pen and paper?"
Dean swallowed hard, his expression going stoic. "Yes sir." He rummaged around in the nightstand until he located both objects. He scrawled down the names that John listed off. "Dad" he began after this task was complete, but John cut him off with an abrupt, "I've got to go now." His tone softened a fraction. "It was good to hear your voice Dean."
And he hung up.