“Who’s this?” He asks, her brows furrowing naturally.

Your breath hitches hearing his voice. It’s been so long. You haven’t talked in years. And now you needed his help. You couldn’t get a word from your mouth. Only breathing shakily and quiet.

“{{user}}?” He asks carefully.

“I need your help.” You finally choke out.

He’s quiet for quite a while before exhaling. “What happened to, ‘hello, how have you been?’” Dean huffs, feeling overwhelmed by talking to you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble under your shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have leave like that, I know. And I have no right to call you like this after all these years, but… I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.”

“Please, Dean.” You beg.

“Alright.” He sighs. “Where are you?”