It was a wrong number that started it.
Dean picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID and frowned for a moment before answering. He didn’t recognize the number. It was probably one of those scam calls trying to sell him a cruize, but he didn’t want to risk it being someone important.
“Hello?” he asked the person on the other end of the phone.
“Um. Hi. I was wondering when the last showing of The Secret Life of Pets is.” The other person states.
Dean laughs. “The secret life of what? Who is this?”
“I’d like to see that movie. Can you tell me what time it plays, please?”
It dawned on Dean that this was actually a wrong number. “I’m guessing that you meant to call the movie theater.”
The guy on the other end sounded flustered. “Oh. I’m sorry. I dialed the number in the phone book. Is this 785-555-9362?”
“Yep. That’s my number. How old is that phone book?”
Dean could hear shuffling. “It appears to be from 2001. I guess I should get a newer one.”
“Why not just look it up online?” Dean asks.
“I don’t have the internets.”
“Seriously, dude?” Dean exclaimed in a shocked tone. “Even I have internet. Here. Why don’t I look it up for you?”
Dean tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and grabs Sam’s computer for off the table. If his lawyer brother didn’t want him using it, he shouldn’t just leave it around.
“That would be great!” The guy on the other lines squeals.
“What was that movie called again? And you are in Lawrence, right?”
“It’s the Secret Life of Pets. And yes, I’m in Lawrence.”
Dean types “Secret Life of Pets Lawrence Kansas” into Google and waits for the page to load.
“Dude. This is a kid’s movie. Are you taking your kids to it?”
“Um.” The man hesitates. “No. Just me. I don’t have kids. I’m just looking for something to do and I’m not sure what else to see.”
There was something in the man’s voice that got to Dean. It was as if he could hear the man’s loneliness. The sound struck something in Dean.
“You know, there is a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ve been meaning to check that out for a while now. I love that movie.”
The man hesitated again. It was clear that he didn’t know what to make of that comment from someone he didn’t even know. “I am not familiar with that one.”
“You don’t know Rocky Horror? Okay. We definitely need to fix that.”
“I’m Dean, by the way. I know we don’t know each other, but I was also looking for something to do tonight and I like this idea. You don’t have to come, but I’m going. I’ll be at River Theater at, say, 11pm. Come if you want to.”
“Oh. Well. Okay.”
“Sure. And my name is Castiel.”
Dean smiles. “Great. See you there Cas.”