Message † Dean Winchester [2] [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

3. Sleepless Nights

[Today 11:26 pm]

Callia: Dean.

Callia: Dean.

Callia: Deeeeaaaannnnn.

Callia: DEAN-O.

Callia: ANSWER YOUR PHONE, DAMMIT.

Dean: What the hell is so important that you have to wake me up at 12 in the morning.

Callia: Ohh, you're an hour ahead of me. It's 11 over here.

Dean: And that's important because?

Callia: Oh stuff it, Mr. Grumpy Pants.

Callia: I can't sleep.

Dean: Try counting sheep.

Callia: Didn't work.

Dean: Drink a glass of milk and let me go to bed.

Callia: Can I go to bed with you? ;)

Dean: ....

Dean: Any other situation, I'd probably be thrilled, but I'm half asleep and really don't give a crap right now.

Callia: It was worth a shot.

Callia: Maybe I should drink coffee. Maybe that'll put me to sleep.

Dean: NO.

Dean: Do you want me to suffer?

Callia: Yes, cause you're a cutie and I'm Satan and I have no pity on the cute.

Dean: That sentence made no sense.

Callia: Exactly.

Dean: I'm too tired for this.

Callia: Come, Dean-o. Read me a bedtime story.

Dean: Do I look like your parent to you?

Callia: Yes.

Dean: Well I'm not, sweetheart, and I really don't appreciate you ruining my four hours of sleep.

Callia: FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP?

Callia: WHAT KIND OF MACHINE ARE YOU?

Dean: The kind who needs his four hours or he's going to be cranky.

Callia: Ugh, fine. Get your damn four hours of sleep.

Callia: I'll read my own bedtime story.

Dean: Thank you.

Callia: G'night Dean.

Callia: I'LL BE SURE TO ADD YOU INTO MY BEDTIME STORY AS THE MEAN TROLL THAT WAS KILLED BY THE PRINCE.

Dean: You are just full of sweetness, aren't you?

Callia: Hell yeah, I am.

Callia: Good night.

Dean: Night...