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SPNFF: End of Message

This is something of a stylistic experiment. And the aquatic muse creating angst in the shower.

Title: End of Message
Word Count: 930-ish
Summary: Even telling people he's unavailable does not keep them from calling.

Sam really hadn’t expected that turning his phone off for one night would result in a maelstrom of messages. Eleven. Eleven messages. Eleven people who, for whatever reason—even though he’d told everyone he knew and left the information on his outgoing message—felt the need to talk to him specifically.

“Hey, Sam? It’s Lori. I know you said you’d have your cell phone off for, like, twelve hours or something. But I just wanted to tell you that I couldn’t find the book you wanted. So, like, if you happen to listen to this message before whenever, could you give me a call? ‘Cause you asked for this book specifically, and I’m not finding it. ‘Kay? Thanks. Bye.”

End of message. To review this message, press 1. To save this message, press 2. To delete this message, press 3.

“Hey, Sam? It’s Lori again. Hey, I found the book. They didn’t have it filed in the section I thought it would be, but I found it. So, like, I just wanted to let you know. I’ll drop it by your place tomorrow morning. But not too early, ya know? ‘Cause I don’t want to, you know, if you and Jess are . . . I mean . . . Right. So I’ll drop it by late tomorrow morning. Like, after breakfast, or whatever. Okay, ’bye.”

End of message. To review this message, press 1. To save this message, press 2. To delete this message, press 3.

“Hey, Sam? Hey, it’s Lori. Again. I’m sorry to keep bugging you like this, but I found another book you might be interested in. About Salmon Portland Chase, I thought maybe you could use. I don’t know. Does it sound like something you could use? Give me a call if you listen to this. If not . . . well . . . um . . . whatever. Talk to you later. ‘Kay, bye.”

. . . To delete this message, press 3.

. . . breathy sigh . . . “Is this Sam Winchester? The tall, handsome, brilliant attorney I’ve heard so much about?” . . . a giggle . . . “I’d like to schedule an appointment. I’ve got some
burning issues that need the immediate attention of a brilliant mind and a” . . . breathy sigh . . . “. . . hot body. Can you carry out a seizure? I’ll keep you abreast of the matter. Oooo, I can’t wait to debrief you as soon as you get home.” . . . a sultry whisper . . . “Oh, and I’ll be wearing my birthday present . . .”

. . . To save this message, press 2 . . .

. . . unknown number . . .

. . .

. . . To delete this message, press 3.

“Yo, buddy! Where are ya? You’re missing one kick-ass helluva party, dude. You thought our undergrad days were wild? You ain’t seen nothin’. And they’ve got a really
sweet game room. I’m telling you, your skills with a pool cue, you could clean. Up. tonight. And the women. Man! ‘Course you got Jess, but still. Just ‘cause you’re out of circulation doesn’t mean you’re dead, right? Heyheyhey. Gotta run. Catcha later!”

. . . To delete this message, press 3.

. . . unknown number . . .

. . .

. . . To delete this message, press 3.

“Hey, Sam? It’s Lori again. Hey, I went ahead and got that book, all right? I thought you might want it, and I know you said you were incommunicado tonight, but you didn’t call, and I figured better safe than sorry, right? So I’ll drop it off with the other book tomorrow morning. Late. Late tomorrow morning, so you and Jess can sleep in, or . . . whatever. Okay, bye.”

. . . To delete this message, press 3.

. . . unknown number . . .

“Sam, don’t erase this. Please.”

A wheezing breath.

“Hey, dude. I just . . . hope you’re doin’ okay. Puttin’ that geek-boy brain of yours to work. Keepin’ the ladies happy. Or at least one lady, right?”

A gasp.

“She better treat you right, bro. They all better know they’ve got the best . . . whatever it is you’re studyin’ . . . doctor. Let’s say doctor. Hey, how about a gyne—a gyne—”

A hacking, fluid-sounding cough.

“A female doctor. Yeah. Tell all those women they’ve got the best doctor on the West Coast, right?”

A forced laugh.

A pain-filled groan.

“I always—”


“—always tried to do right by you, Sammy. You know that, right?”


wheezing breath

“I just . . . just wanted to tell you, little brother. Ya know? Take care of yourself. I lo—”

End of message. To save this message, press—

Sam stares at the phone in his hand, then pages back to check the time the message was left.

Half an hour ago.

Sam hits the callback button, gripping the phone tightly to his ear. He hasn’t heard from his brother since . . .

He swallows nervously as the phone rings once, twice, three times.


“Hey, Dean—”

“You’ve reached the voice mail of Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, call Bobby Singer at 605-555-1379. He can help.”

Sam closes the phone and slides down the wall he didn’t realize was holding him up.

He quits graduate school the next day, gets hold of an old Crown Vic, and disappears off the radar.

He never erases the message.



( 17 comments — Leave a comment )
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May. 4th, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC)
You has finished the flailing, yes?

I actually do have a general idea of what comes next, but I don't really have the energy or talent to create a whole AU 'verse. Alas.
Apr. 30th, 2009 05:57 pm (UTC)
This is still awesome. And disturbing. And I still want to know what exactly Sam is headed off to do (not that I can't guess and make up my own sequels, heh). :)
Apr. 30th, 2009 06:16 pm (UTC)
This. Heh.
Apr. 30th, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, Dean.

Lori cracked me up.
May. 4th, 2009 02:59 pm (UTC)
I'm kinda partial to Lori myself. She was very easy to write. So utterly earnest and . . . clueless.
May. 1st, 2009 06:20 am (UTC)
This is quite powerful.

There's one bit I don't get, the asterisks with the unknown number calls. Is Sam deleting them before listening?
May. 1st, 2009 11:00 am (UTC)
This is quite powerful.


Ahh . . . stylistic experiments. Thank you for letting me know you didn't understand. If you have suggestions on how I can clarify, let me know.

The asterisks are supposed to indicate that whoever called didn't leave a message. The automated v-mail directions are what he did. (He saved Jess's message, he deleted everyone else's, etc.)

May. 7th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
Ah, it makes sense now that you've explained. Sadly I'm not sure if I can offer any suggestions. (I know, I'm so helpful!) I think I understood the part with him saving versus deleting, that translates well, I just wasn't sure what all of the ellipses were about.
May. 6th, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. I want more. I need more!!
May. 6th, 2009 06:51 pm (UTC)

Glad you like it.

There is a tiny bit more, but then I'll probably have to pass it off to someone more skilled and author-y than I.

Thanks for letting me know there's interest.
May. 6th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
FUCK. YES. I love this. And I kind of want the rest of it, where Sam has badass adventures on the road, but then I don't want the rest because they're Dean-less adventures and I'M SO TORN. And seriously, a Crown Vic? :D
May. 6th, 2009 06:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! I'm glad you like it.

And seriously, a Crown Vic?

Oh, yes. A Crown Vic. For a very good reason. I might have to write the next part just to explain that. Heh.
May. 6th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Very cute and fluffy...until the end which was just ouch. Of course this means I'm putting this in memories for later readings. Great job!
May. 7th, 2009 11:05 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you. It's nice to know when something gets memoried.

Glad you like it.
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May. 7th, 2009 11:07 am (UTC)
:-) Right now, you know as much as Sam or I do.

Thank you for commenting. I'm glad you like it.
May. 7th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
Observation: You have both made my heart flutter and turned me into a flailing machine! MOREMOREMORE!
May. 30th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry! I just noticed I never responded to your comment. Many, many apologies for the delay. :-(

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. I'm delighted you enjoyed the piece. Such great feedback is always a pleasure to read.

If Sam decides to talk to me more about this, it will certainly get posted. But he's kind of obstinate sometimes, you know?

Thanks again. And again, I'm so sorry to took so long to reply.
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