I don't even know, guys. Just, just enjoy.

Leave me a comment if you can and I don't own 'em.

Bye!

The Grimm fairytales lay open in Sam's lap, his eyes scanning over the text for Snow White, when his cell phone buzzed from the table. He looked up from the old, yellowing pages, eyebrows furrowed, and picked the phone up, checking the screen; private caller flashed back at him.

Confused, he answered cautiously, "Hello?"

It was quiet for almost a full minute, Sam almost ready to hang up, when a familiar voice asked, "Is your kitchen appliance running?"

"What?" a second, very familiar voice exclaimed.

"What?" Sam repeated fighting a smirk.

"Uh…" the first voice trailed off, and a second later Sam heard it say, "Dean, I don't think I am doing this right."

"I know you're not," Dean retorted frustrated. "For one, the phone isn't even away from your face. And two, it's refrigerator not kitchen appliance."

"Isn't a refrigerator technically a kitchen appliance?" Cas asked curiously.

"Yeah, but…" Dean trailed off, sighing. "Just hang up."

"The joke has not been told."

"It has, you told it. Just hang up."

"If that was the joke, it was not particularly funny," Cas pointed out logically.

"Ugh," Dean grumbled and a dial tone followed. With an amused chuckle, Sam hung his phone up and placed it back on the table, returning his attention to his book.