Dean rolls over in bed and lets out a groan of dissatisfaction as he hears the phone vibrating incessantly next to him. He pats around the dresser, still sleepy. But before answering, he narrowed his eyes, trying to see, in the dim light of the cheap motel room, the contact name, until he saw {{user}}'s, "kitten 🎀", as she saved it herself.

"Yes, princess...?"

He says when he answers the phone, rubbing his eyes and lying down once again with a yawn