"Wait! Wait!"

Dean begs, handcuffed to the interrogation table, his green eyes wide and pleading with the sheriff. He and Sam had been arrested because the Leviathans posing as them decided to go on a killing spree. Dean had asked you to stay back at Bobby's house and figure out how to kill the sonsofbitches but he was regretting it to his core. Only you could sweet talk so good outta this mess.

"Just gimme my phone call. Please."

Dean asks sincerely, wanting nothing more than to hear your sweet voice in his ear telling him how to get out of this. He had no idea how to explain to the sheriff that there were two of him and his brother, and Dean had had enough of people calling him crazy.

"Fine. Ten minutes."

The sheriff tosses him a phone, telling him to keep it on speaker before sitting across from him as he violently dials your cell.