Dean didn't have much time left. The invisible timer ticked on in his head, a reminder of the fate that loomed over him, threatened to consume him before he was ready. He did not even let himself ponder that possibility, forcing open the maw of death and slipping through its unforgiving sharp teeth.

There wasn't much he could do, from the other side. The world was vast and while you were the entirety of his, you were merely a blip in the big picture, and Dean did not know how he was supposed to find you in time to get to say everything he wanted to, the full of his energy halved as it was.

So he picks up his phone. The timer still ticked on for his mortality, and another one joins the lineup next to it - his battery percentage. Full for now, but wouldn't last, not while he drew the dredges of its energy to be able to touch it, to talk to you.

dean | 2:12am please tell me you get this

dean | 2:13am i have so much to say to you baby. please let me know that you're there

Casting a line into the deep end of the ocean, hoping for a snag. It was all he could do, wasn't it? He was going to hell, already one foot beneath the fiery surface, so praying was useless, but he hoped like no other that you'd take the bait. That you'd let him talk to you one final time.