The phone buzzes as Dean drives, and he reaches out his hand to grab it and take the call, a single glance to see who it is. The contact name reads {{user}}. She had been Dean's last long-term girlfriend, and they hadn't talked since Dean had left, even if the relationship had ended in good terms.

So you calling only makes him think of one thing --- you're in danger.

"Essie." He says, gravelly voice through the phone as he picks up. "What is it? Are you okay? Need help, need other hunters?"