Fanfic I submitted to my English teacher

The 2 a.m. Phone Call

"Stiles shut the fuck up! I'm tryin' watch Barbie over here!" Dean shouted from the living room couch. "And hurry up! It doesn't take that long to make a pot of coffee!" 

Stiles froze where he stood in the kitchen about ready to pour a superfluous amount of coffee beans into a coffee filter. "Hey, it's not my fault that the coffee pot wasn't clean. You're the one that left it dirty after your morning cup. Also, if we plan on staying up all night, we need to have a lot of it, so yeah, it's gonna take a while," Stiles stated flatly with a roll of his eyes. Dean shushed him while gesturing with his hands. "You arrogant fuck."

"You still think I'm arrogant," Dean replied, more as a statement rather than a question.

Stiles pretended to think about it for a moment before stating, "No, more supercilious."

"That's a big word, Stiles. You sure you know what it means?" Dean smirked.

"Condescending," Stiles answered.

"Very good."

"Patronizing," Stiles continued.

"Doesn't quite mean that," Dean said in thought.

"No, these are other things you are," Stiles grinned.

"Hang on-!" Dean started.

"How is it that we can retain literally every word from Merlin?" Stiles ponders aloud.

"No clue," Dean shrugged. "Also, how did we even start quoting Merlin when we're supposed to be watching Barbie?" 

Before Stiles could answer Dean, their phones started ringing simultaneously. The two numbers appearing on the two screens differed by just one digit. Stiles spared a glance at the clock on the microwave and contemplated aloud, "Who calls someone at 2 in the morning?"

Dean shrugged before responding, "No clue. But I ain't answering. I know better than to answer a call from a random number."

"I'm not picking up either," Stiles stated.

They both waited in deafening silence as their phones continued to ring. Stiles made his way into the living room with two large cups of coffee. He plopped down next to Dean, and they waited for another minute after the ringing stopped before they rang once more. This continued for 10 more minutes before finally, Dean answered the phone. On the other side of the call, there was nothing but eerie music playing. The music was foreboding enough as it was, but when Dean tried asking, 'Who is this?' and there was no response, he should have taken the hint and hung up the phone.

The music played for what felt like hours until, at long last, a monotone voice spoke up, "By answering this call, you have agreed to take part in the first annual purge. This is a government mandate in hopes of lowering the county's overpopulation. Your current location will be sent out to all others who have also agreed to part by answering this phone call. The purge will last 24 hours starting from when this call ends. May the odds be ever in your favor. Let the games begin."

Stiles' neutral countenance twisted into a grimace the moment the line went dead. "What. The. Fuck. What kind of kid came up with the idea of a purge. And why is it that only if you answer the phone do you 'agree' to take part."

"'Cause apparently answering the phone is prerequisite," Dean replies with an exaggerated eye roll. "Also, would it be finite or would there just be like, no rules. Anything goes?"

"No clue. But why are you even interested?" Stiles questioned in bewilderment.

"Don't question me," Dean stated flatly. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on Barbie: Princess and the Pauper to start off their Barbie marathon. They sat watching it with enthusiasm. They quoted almost everything as well as matching the choreography perfectly as they sang along with classical songs. About halfway through the second movie Dean got up to go to the kitchen to grab some pie. He had to satisfy his pie obsession somehow. "Where's the pie?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? I couldn't find any at the store, so we don't have any," Stiles answered blandly, eyes never leaving the screen as he took a sip from his coffee cup.

"Can we go get some?" Dean asked with obvious annoyance in his voice.

"No," Stiles replied, eyes narrow.

"W-what do you mean no?" Dean gawked, clearly taken aback.

"I mean no. You wanna, hear it in Spanish? No," Stiles answered, whipping his head towards the kitchen. His eyes were narrow, daring Dean to challenge him. His stare was unwavering as he waited for Dean's reply. It never came. Dean simply stood there in the kitchen, his face empty of all emotion except annoyance. He rolled his eyes dramatically and, grabbing a bag of chips, headed back into the living room.

By the end of the third movie, Dean had gotten a text. It read, "Nice security you got here. It'll be a good way for me to test my hacking skills."

Dean stared down at his phone in utter bone-chilling shock. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled to himself. He unconsciously moved his free hand up to his mouth and started biting his thumbnail.

"What?" Stiles asked, turning to face him with a quirked eyebrow. Dean handed his phone over to Stiles. He grabbed the phone from Dean's hand and read it over in his head. "Shit. Was that real?" Stiles burst out. His head shot up so fast that one could compare it to a bullet. His eyes were wide and glistened in what little lighting there was. Whether his eyes were filled with fear or excitement, Dean certainly couldn't tell. Not sure anyone could.

"We should be fine, right? I mean, our security is superlative. There's no other kind like it," Dean questioned fretfully. His eyes darted from every which way, checking every nook and cranny.

"Yeah, totally. There's no way whoever this is can get in. And even if they did, we're affluent, we can likely just buy our way out," Stiles stated confidently. "But just in case, we should probably relocate to somewhere safer." Dean nodded. They fled the living room and made their way to a heavily secured room of the house. It almost resembled a panic room or a bunker. They entered and waited and waited and waited for something, anything to happen. Nothing did. Until the power throughout the entire house went out, and they both received the same text simultaneously.

"I'm in."

Authors Note: I am so sorry to any of you who read this