UNIVERSAL IC CONTACT

[failedparenting]

[There's no personalized message, just a robot lady voice telling you to leave a message for a John Winchester at the tone.]

Comments

text;

[family_remains]

I thought it was the only way. I was going to die anyway.

Re: text;

[failedparenting]

so you decided to turn yourself into something we'd kill? really?

text;

[family_remains]

If it meant finishing the job, yes. I'm on borrowed time as it is. I know that.

Re: text;

[failedparenting]

what fucking job?

text;

[family_remains]

Lucifer.

PHONE CALL

[failedparenting]

[Ring ring asshole. Dad'a calling, and he's not happy.

Again.]

[family_remains]

[It's better this way. Even if Sam has to take a deep breath or two before answering.]

Hi, Dad.

[failedparenting]

[No coherent thoughts, just rage.]

What?!

[family_remains]

[He instinctively pulls the NV away from his ear with a grimace.]

What, what?

[failedparenting]

Are you stupid?!

[family_remains]

[Probably. Like 75% yes.]

I let him out. It's my responsibility to put him back.

[failedparenting]

[See, the bad thing about cell phones is you can't get that satisfaction of slamming the phone down to hang up.

Still doesn't stop him from slamming it on to the counter.]

[family_remains]

[hjgdfgdhjmkffffff]


[Well. That went well.]


[Sam waits a minute before saying anything. He can't tell if he's been rage quit on or not.]


Dad?