HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty two.

Sierra and Dean walked down a street whilst on the phone with Sam after investigating the telephone calls. "Dude, stiffs have been calling people all over town."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam mused, his voice on a loud speaker so Sierra could hear too.

"We just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea!" Dean exclaimed, Sam made a grimacing sound of disgust. "It redefined my understanding of the word 'Necrophilia'."

A young woman walked past the pair, overhearing and gasping, then giving them a dirty look as she passed. Sierra and Dean paused, grimacing at each other.

"So what the hell's going on here, guys?" Sam asked.

"Who knows?" Sierra sighed, reaching the Impala. "But if we have to deal with another freaky old woman then I am out of here."

Dean amusedly added, "Yeah, this place is turning into spook central."

"Yeah. All right, I'll call you later." Sam finished, saying goodbye before hanging up

Sierra opened her side of the door, then Dean's phone rang. He grumbled, picking it up and expecting it to be Sam again, "Yeah, what? Sam?"

Sierra looked up, frowning at the static sound she could hear from the other side of the car. Then a voice she had never heard before said Dean's name, causing him to freeze and shockingly look at Sierra.

"Dad?"

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"Dad? You really think it was Dad?" Sam frowned, watching Dean pace whilst Sierra sat on the edge of the bed.

Dean shrugged unsurely, a worried look on his face, "I don't know, maybe."

"Well what did he sound like?"

"Like Oprah!" Dean snapped, then paused when he realised how aggressive he sounded. He sighed, weakly gesturing, "Like Dad, he sounded like Dad, what do you think?"

"What did he say?"

"My name."

"That's it?"

"Call dropped out."

Sierra spoke up, curiously, "Why would he even call in the first place?" She asked, looking at him worriedly as he sat down next to her.

"I don't know! Why are ghosts calling anybody in this town? But I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can't we?" Dean defeatedly pointed out, "It's at least a possibility, right?"

Sierra nodded, "I suppose so... he didn't sound different to you? I mean, that's my first time hearing your padre's voice, so.."

Dean shook his head, "He sounded normal... so what if....what if it really is Dad? What happens if he calls back?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I say?" Dean pondered, clasping his hands nervously together.

"Hello." Sam dryly suggested with a shrug, glancing at Sierra as he thought it was a good idea.

"Hello?" Dean repeated, frowning with a scoff, "That's what you come back with. Hello?"

"Uhh..." Sam trailed off, looking to Sierra for help.

Sierra stood up as Dean grabbed his jacket, "Where are you going?"

"Hello!" Dean yelled in disbelief again, opening the door and leaving. Sierra huffed, watching him leave with concern whilst Sam shook his head.