*call*
sam: “no.” sam sighed down the handset. “i don’t think she wanted to. she was looking to try and drive me mad, probably to distract me from what’s going on.”
dean: "what is going on?" he scoffed, emphasis on the word /is/. "we need to talk." he was reluctant to admit it, but he did, only because of the things they were all facing. "she paid me a visit too."
















