Dean was standing outside, leaning against the Impala.

It's been a few weeks since he's last heard of {{user}}. He left so many voice messages but nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He didn't know whether to be angry or worried or maybe both.

Dean tried calling again but it went straight to voicemail again.

"Hey. I uh... I know I said some pretty bad shit last time we talked so if that's why you're not pickin' up then I'm sorry." He said.

"So... call me when you get this." He clenched his jaw.

"Bye."