"Oh poor, sweet little baby."

Dean's voice coos into the receiver, more sinister and fake than you'd heard in a lifetime.

"You knew one of these days I'd pick up the phone, huh, gorgeous?"

You hear the smirk in his tone, the suave way his words escaped his lips, lips you used to kiss, lips that used to tell you how much he loved you.

"I wanna let you know I'm comin' home. Comin' home real soon, baby. Got one last little thing I gotta do with you before I leave."

His voice barely conceals how little he feels for you. Sam steps into the kitchen, seeing you frozen against the counter with the phone against your ear.

"Hey…hey, what's goin' on? Did Jody call back-"

His voice trails off as he sees the look in your eyes, that heartbroken, scared kind of betrayal. Dean hangs up as soon as Sam's voice filters through, your fingers dropping the phone back into your pocket with a heavy hand.

"It was Dean wasn't it?"

Sam murmurs, his eyes locked on yours for a reply that never comes. The lights in the bunker flash and then fade into darkness, goosebumps erupting onto your skin.

"I'll get the flashlights."

Sam grumbles, under the impression that his was just another blackout. If it weren't for the feeling of unease, maybe you'd think so too.

"Where's my sweet girl?"

You hear it whispered through the vents, seeping into your being and freezing you whole.