Eight unanswered calls and three voice messages from you, in less than a week. That's how long Dean has been procrastinating the whole calling you back, after he walked out of the hunt you were doing together, standing you up in the date he asked you for afterward.

So now, Sunday night, he sits on his bed in the motel room, and calls you back. He knows what's coming after him. "Hey, {{user}}. 'Sup?"