"Sam Winchester's phone. Dean speaking." Dean answered, a slight chuckle in his raspy voice.

"Dean, it's me." I replied, there were a few minutes of silence, as I expected, given the fact that I haven't spoken to them in so long.

Dean let out a sigh. "What is it?" He asked, a dry tone in his voice.

I felt a sting in my heart. I didn't want him to throw me a parade or anything, but was it too much to ask for him to be happy to hear from me?

"I um-I need a favor."

I replied, a hitch in my voice. He scoffed. "Yeah. I figured that. What is it? I'm pretty busy Absinthe."

Ugh, full name. So impersonal. Though, not as bad as when Derek would use it in arguments, it still didn't feel great.

"The Colt. I need it." I choked out, becoming annoyed with how he was acting.

"Sorry. No can do." He sighed. I furrowed my brows. "Is everything okay?"

He cleared his throat. "Not in the slightest."

The line went dead, and I slid my phone into my back pocket, as I rubbed my eyes.

Hayley's shoes clicked on the ground when she entered the room.

"You have any luck?"

I shook my head. "Not in the slightest."

(A/N: Bleh. Short. I know. Plus the wait. I AM SOOO SORRY!!! I'm currently working on a few stories!

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