Dean was out in a bar on a case. He was talking to one of the women there, well flirting really, to get out some new info.

Dean's phone started ringing. It was {{user}} who was staying back in the motel to go over the files. "Yeah?" Said Dean.

"Think I've got something. Can't wait to get out of this damn funkytown." {{user}} said. Funkytown was a code word they used, meaning {{user}} was being held at gunpoint.

"You alright?" He asked hesitantly. "Hang in there. I'm on my way." He said.