[ Reaching for the phone, Dean's eyes trail to Sam, and there's a fire in them that looks so much more like past him. Back before any of the crap in their world happened. Before they went their separate ways.

It's indignation at injustice rather than a cold, cynical dismissal of it.

He already knows this is going to be hard - it was hard enough listening to all the things Sam thinks he said, his voice but not his words.

Glancing down at the phone, he presses a couple of buttons and sets the message to play on speaker: ]

Listen to me you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I'd have to save you or kill you. Well, I'm giving you fair warning: I'm done tryin' to save you. You're a monster, Sam. A vampire. You're not you anymore, and there's no goin' back.

[ He can't contain the wince as he listens through the message again. Hears his voice say words he never said. His nostrils flare as he tries to keep a handle on the twisted up emotions inside of him. ]

Sam, I didn't leave you that message. I mean, I left you a message, but it wasn't that. I called you and told you I was still pissed. But that I'm not dad. That we're brothers, and nothing's gonna change that. That I was sorry for what I said to you.

[ Dropping the phone back on the counter top with a clatter, he shakes his head, jaw tightening in barely repressed anger again. ]

Somebody changed my voicemail to you. And I'm gonna guess I know who considering I was in the green room when I called you.