"Well, you did say you owed me one, soooo..."

"So- what? I didn't think you were really fucking serious," Dean exclaimed into his phone, holding it away from his ear like he might catch something from it. "You're a kinky motherfucker, you know that? Like, goddamn."

"Hey, it's not like I ever tried to hide it...unlike some people," Seth needled on the other end of the line. "And besides, you said you would."

"Yeah, well, I say a lot of dumb shit...and I really only mean like, 20 percent of it, so it's kinda your fault for believing me, now isn't it?" Dean argued, annoyed by being put on the spot so bluntly. He rolled his eyes as Seth began using his especially grating whiny voice that he only pulled out on special occasions when he really wanted to get his way.

As the chatter on the other end continued unabated, Dean set the phone down and walked into the kitchen to get a beer, cracking it and taking a swig before finally coming back and picking the phone up once again.

"Yup...yup...uh-huh," he mindlessly agreed, trying to shut Seth up.

"You're not even listening to me anymore, are you?" Seth complained, voice raising in frustration. "So is that a yes, then?"

"Mmhmm, sure," Dean said, unaware of the question he was actually answering.

"Sweet- thanks, man...this is gonna be like, the best Christmas ever!" Seth replied excitedly.

Suddenly Dean was knocked back to reality. "Hey, wait...no...that's not fair, you little shit, you know I wasn't paying attention. No, absolutely not, I can't..."

"Sorry, can't hear you, not paying attention," Seth snottily shot back before hanging up abruptly, leaving Dean stammering.

"Son of a...fucking DICK!" he shouted, wheeling around and reflexively hurling the phone across the room. As soon as it left his hand he immediately regretted it, but as he watched it splinter into glittering shards off the corner of the coffee table, he had to admit it did make him feel a little bit relieved. At least it meant he wouldn't have to deal with any of the annoying follow-up texts that would inevitably come later.

"Shit...I really hate flying during the fuckin' holidays," Dean mumbled to himself before draining the beer in his hand and cracking another one. "I hope that asshole realizes what a great friend I am."