I just got home from the bar when my cell rang. It was a number I didn't recognize, yet, I had a hunch of who it probably was.
"Hey Dean."
"Uh, Hey Jo. How did you know it was me?"
"Because I'm not stupid." I said with a little laugh. Dean always made me laugh, even when he didn't mean to. It's part of the reason why I like him so much.
"Well I know that. Kinda why I called."
"Ok, so what can I help you with?"
"I was wondering if you could meet us in Atlanta, Georgia tomorrow at about four pm."
"Um, ok. What going on there? I've never heard any trouble from that way."
"Famine."
"The Horseman?"
"Yeah, Sam and I tracked him there and I could really use an extra pair of hands on this."
"What about Sam? And Isn't Castiel still with yall? I mean, not that I don't want to help or anything but you have those two."
"Well, Famine is giving Sam a rough time. You know, with him and the…demon blood and all…"
"Well you still have an angel with you."
"Cas is having a little trouble with Famine himself. He's not as bad as Sam but he's weak. And why am I getting the impression that you don't want to help?"
"I really, truly, honestly want to help. I swear I do, I'm just trying to understand what's going on over there. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."
"It's cool just meet me here outside of Sports Bar at 4."
"K, got it. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Great. Bye Jo."
"Bye."