"Hey baby..." Dean’s husky voice thrummed once you answered the phone. Unlucky for you both, Dean had been away in a hunt for almost a week now. Once you spoke to greet him, you heard him suck in a soft, quiet breath. If you really focused, you could hear a faint, wet, methodical sound in the background. Deans's breathing was noticeable and heavy. "How- uhn.. How was your day?" He rasped, voice strained and quiet. He was desperate to hear you speak again.