It's been about a year since Dean's been into this world last. He always found a way back. Always.

After settling back in with the Sam, Sam gave him his old phone back.

Dean charged it up only to find over 50 voicemails from {{user}}.

"The hell..." He muttered under his breath, frowning.

He started listening to them one by one. {{user}}'d been reaching out, leaving messages for over around 3 months before stopping probably because the mailbox was full.

Dean immediately called {{user}}'s number.