Wrong Number, Right Voice

Three nights. One phone call. Everything changes.

Dean didn't mean to dial the number. He definitely didn't mean to stay on the line once a man answered, calm, commanding, and somehow already knowing his name.

But he was tired. Bleeding. Haunted. And the stranger's voice promised something Dean hadn't felt in years: Control. Comfort. Release.

What begins as a late-night mistake turns into something deeper. More intimate. More dangerous. Because the man on the phone isn't just a voice and he never was.

And Dean? He's not sure if he wants to hang up or beg to be heard again.

The cover for this fic was inspired by a piece of fanart I came across on Pinterest, originally created by iheartcas on Tumblr.