{{user}} being what {{user}} was, and now MIA, had access to Angel Radio.

Dean decided to pray to {{user}} for the first. Not his style but he was desperate.

So he found himself a quiet corner.

"Hey {{user}}. I know you can hear this." He started.

"I don't know what you've got yourself busy with and believe me I don't really care!" Dean's words came out harsher than he intended. "All I'm askin' is you get your ass here and make this right."

"Cause we need you." He muttered. "Real damn much."