There was another tense pause before the wall phone started ringing, a slow dread peeling through him. “Fuck.”
The number was blocked on the caller ID, which immediately meant press. He glanced back to two curious faces before answering.
A bright-faced woman with blond hair and blue eyes smiled at him almost manically. “Hello, Mr. Winchester. My name is Becky Rosen, I work with—”
“I don’t give a flying fuck who you work with, I’ve told you people to quit calling me.” Dean poised his finger over the end call button, but Becky was too quick. She was probably used to angry celebrities by now.
“Is it true you bought clones?” Her entire demeanor was eager and on any other sort of person it would be a refreshing change, seeing someone so engaged in the world and their job. On a reporter it just made him itch to punch something.
“Last week you asked if my brother was single and what color my boxers were, get a life other than mine.” He ended the call and hoped his new live-in friends had been out of the frame of the camera.
I'M STILL WORKING ON IT WREN D:
