Message † Dean Winchester [2] [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

4. Very Different Music Tastes

[Today 7:45 pm]

Callia: hAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF TROYE SIVAN.

Callia: YOU SHOULD TOTALLY LOOK HIM UP.

Dean: Is it your job to bother me or something?

Callia: Yes, yes it is.

Callia: But seriously. Look up Troye Sivan because I love his music so much.

Dean: I don't care about today's music. I'm more of an AC/DC, Metallica, Led Zeppelin kinda guy.

Callia: Eh, they're okay. Troye Sivan is still better.

Dean: But he looks like a 13 year old kid with a high voice.

Callia: oH MY GOD, you listened to his music, didn't you?

Dean: I heard a snippet of it, and I didn't like it at all.

Callia: You have disappointed me on so many levels.

Dean: Oh look, my day just got better.

Callia: You're so rude, geez, why do I even talk to you?

Dean: Because you have nothing better to do than annoy the hell out of me.

Callia: Touché.

Callia: I do love annoying the hell out of you.

Dean: Kill me now.

Callia: I can't, I don't know where you live.

Dean: I am not telling you where I live.

Callia: Dammit, I was gonna stalk you for the rest of my life.

Dean: Don't you have more important things to do besides that?

Callia: Nope. I'm all yours, 'sweetheart'.

Dean: Did you just?

Callia: Yes, yes I did.

Callia: You love me, don't deny it.

Dean: I will deny and refuse it forever now. I don't love you, and I don't even really know you.

Callia: You need to soften that hard heart of yours, even if it's just a little bit.

Callia: You should also listen to Panic! At the Disco, cause that's a good band too.

Dean: I'll stick with my own taste of music, thanks.

Callia: Ugh, you're no fun.

Dean: I can be fun.

Dean: I just choose not to do it around you.

Callia: Excuse me while I go find an ice pack for that burn you just gave me.

Dean: What?

Callia: Nevermind.

Callia: You're still rude, though.

Callia: But I'm gonna change that.

Dean: I'd like to see you try.

Callia: Challenge accepted, Dean-o. Challenge accepted.

Dean: ....

Dean: What have I gotten myself into?

Callia: The wonderful world of happy Callia Taylor.

Dean: You just gave me your last name.

Callia: So?

Callia: It's not like you're gonna look me up and hunt me down and kill me.

Callia: Please don't look me up and hunt me down and kill me. I'm too young to die.

Dean: I'm not gonna do that.

Dean: Yet.

Callia: Ha ha ha...

Callia: I don't like you anymore.

Dean: Good.

Callia: Nevermind, I like you again.

Dean: Dammit.

Callia: You'll learn to like me, Dean-o. It just takes time.

Dean: Yeah, so much time that by the time it does happen, I'll be on my death bed.

Callia: I really don't like that nasty attitude of yours.

Dean: What're you gonna do about it? You know nothing about me, so there is no way to 'hunt me down' like you said.

Callia: I will find a way to change that attitude. Just watch.

Dean: Good luck with that.

Callia: Thanks. I'll need all the luck I can get.