“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You curse on the other side of the window, your eyes trained on deans face as you both hold up the cold black phones to your ears.

Dean and Sam had recently put themselves in jail, just for a hunt. And to say you were pissed was a tiny understatement.

“Oh come on princess, look at me, I’m fine!” He grins as he leans his elbows on the desk, adjusting his grip on the phone.