•Smile Time• Supernatural Preferences

•Voicemail: When he's Worried (Dean)•

Dean: You've spent three weeks alone on a hunt and haven't had the stomach to call Dean. Your face was ridden with bloodstains and all you wanted was the sweet relief that only a hot shower could give. Kicking open the motel door, You throw your bag onto the bed and listen as your phone starts to vibrate. Your body is flushed with immediate guilt know it was Dean calling for the four time that week. But this time was different. When your phone stopped ringing, an alert pop up informing you of a missed call and a left voice mail. Curiosity riddled you. So with what little strength you had you played the voice mail. At first it was quiet, but soon deans gruff voice filled the room. "So... Hey, uh, this will...... sound stupid I'm sure, but uh, you didn't pickup, again, and I-I'm just you know.... Worried. About you. You've been gone for three weeks now and, you're avoiding my calls..... or..... I just don't want to have to think of the other possibilities.  So.... If you can just ease my mind...." His voice cracked and it was almost clear how wasted he was. A silent sob broke your lips and you covered your mouth with a unsteady hand. Your bottom lip quivered as he muttered out the next few sentences. "I just want to know you're safe.... Please, for the love of God, please be safe. I need you to be safe." The line cut off. The voice mail was over. You held back a sob and tried to wipe the ever flowing tears. Your fingers seemed to move for you as you redialed his number. "Dean...?" You breathed as the call was picked up. "Oh thank god you're alright." He sighed the largest breath of relief. "I guess that means I don't need to drive all the way out there to come safe your ass then huh?" He laughed a light chuckle to cover his utter relief. "Nope, I'll be home in the morning." You smiled to yourself. "Stay safe." He said ending the call.