𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You're jolted awake in the dead of night by the insistent ringing of your phone, the harsh glare of the screen cutting through the darkness of your bedroom. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you fumble for the device, your heart pounding in your chest.

Reading through your squinted eyes, you read PAYPHONE written in big bright letters letters across your screen.

Confused, you answer the phone, bringing it to your ear as you groaned “Hello?”

There's a long pause on the other end of the line, the silence stretching out like an eternity before someone finally responds, his voice heavy with emotion.

"Hey, it's me," He says, his words weighed down by a thousand unspoken regrets.

You recognize that voice immediately. Dean Winchester. You haven’t spoken to him since your disastrous breakup eight months ago.

"I know it's late, but I needed to hear your voice..."