Letters

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Ally's POV
Before I can even think, my thumbs are hitting the buttons on my phone, and I’m calling him. It’s been about two months since I sent that letter, and I haven’t heard from him since then. But “power couple” Sam and Daisy are both mediators, so I’m actually still keeping track of Dean. I’m told that it’s really easy, because he almost never leaves the bunker. I just really wanna hear his voi- “Ally?” Speaking of Dean, there he is, answering on the first ring. My stomach flips when I hear him, and honestly, I dunno if it was my nerves or the baby. I put him on speakerphone, and set the phone down on the coffee table, saying, almost as a question, “Dean?” I take a swig of my soda, then practically choke on it. He asks, sounding concerned, “You okay, Ally?” I say, after swallowing completely, “Yeah, I just...I just choked on my soda, that’s all.” I think I hear him laugh, and my stomach flips again as he asks, “Fanta?” I actually giggle, replying, “Yeah.” Dean asks, “You sure you’re okay? Daisy says you’ve been throwing up a lot. She never knows I’m listening to her, though.” I sigh, saying, “Yes, Dean, I’m perfectly fine...how about you?” He takes a moment to reply, sighing himself, “Just...missing you, that’s all.” I pout a little, saying, “I know, baby, I know...I miss you too…” He quickly says, “Then why won’t you come home?” I feel tears as I say, “I’m sorry, Dean, I am...but I can’t...not yet…” Dean doesn’t say anything for a few moments, leaving us to just listen to each other’s breathing. The baby starts moving around, and I make a noise, then cover my mouth, hoping Dean didn’t hear. “What was that?”, he asks. Of course he heard. I squeeze my eyes shut, blurting through the ache that started, “Nothing...I-I gotta’ go…” Dean tries to protest but just says, “Okay...I love you, baby.” My eyes are welling up with tears from the pain, my finger over the button, but before I say it, something jerks me forward, making me punch the button, and see my bright orange soda again.