Personal Voicemail

[deathsmajesty]

"You have reached the personal voicemail of Liliana Vess. If you don't know what to do next, you likely shouldn't have a phone. This call probably could have been a text message anyway."

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[single_man_tear]

"The guy I know put them in lock boxes and buried them in a Mississippi storage locker," Dean replied. "I hope to have a list after I go through the 20 boxes of books and journals. But he was also pretty paranoid so there may not even be a note about them. As long as they stay in the boxes nothing will get harmed by it."

[deathsmajesty]

A lack of list was certainly not going to come back and bite them in any way.

"Then I shall see you Monday?"

[single_man_tear]

That would fly in the face of Supernatural canon tradition.

"Sure," Dean grunted as he picked up a box. "I'll bring you back some crawfish and Mississippi mud pie."

[deathsmajesty]

"...How charming of you," Liliana deadpanned, having no idea what a 'mud pie' was save a game of pretend for children.

[single_man_tear]

"Trust me, you'll love it," Dean assured her. "Thanks Lils!"

[deathsmajesty]

"One day, I am going to rot your organs," Liliana retorted. "Goodbye, Dean."

[single_man_tear]

"You say the sweetest things," Dean joked right before hanging up.