dean leaned against the phone booth, grumbling to himself as the call went to voicemail for the millionth time already.

“cmon, pick up. don’t do this to me.” he muttered to himself, tapping his foot impatiently as his phone call got sent to voicemail again.

“fuck.” he groaned, slamming the phone against the dial pad.

“one more time.” he muttered, as he dialed the number again, his call finally going through.

“sammy? you there?” he said cautiously, not knowing he called the wrong person.