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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[deathsmajesty]

"Of course, darling," Liliana said. "That's why they're there. Do you have them now or will they be arriving at a later date?"

[single_man_tear]

"Have them now. I'll be back on the island on Monday, drop them off then?" Dean asked. "They're cursed but will be in secured lock boxes if that makes any difference."

[deathsmajesty]

"That's fine," Liliana said. "We'll just put them directly in the locker. A list of what you're bringing and how they are cursed wouldn't go amiss."

[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.