Dean was sleeping peacefully when suddenly his phone ringed and ripped him out of his sleep. He groaned and turned in his bed to find his phone on the bedside table, his tieed muscles in his arms stretching slightly. Before he found rhe phone he had to tap around the table a few times.

Who in the hell would even call this late..? With his sleepy and slightly blurry gaze he tried to identify the name on his screen. When he saw your name on it he picked it up and brought it to his ear.

"Hm..?" He muttered sleepily.