"Hey Sammy, It's your brother. Look, I met this guy at the bar last night. Crazy bastard smacked this troublemaking douchebag with a barstool. Anyways, he left his number... I'm going to call him, I just wanted you to be the first to know. So, gimme a shout back, I've got a story to tell you."

"Hi, um, Castiel? My name is Dean, you left your number on a coaster for me last night? Listen, I wanted to thank you for your help. I mean, I've seen a couple of drunken brawls in my time, but I've never seen anyone go into one wielding a barstool. At least not with that level of skill, I mean, do you swing barstools around often, cause you're pretty good at that. So um, maybe I could buy you a coffee sometime? And you could tell me how you came into your mad barstool swinging skills? Or maybe not if you don't want to. Tell me, I mean, I'd still like to buy you a coffee and get to know you, assuming you want to get to know me and that's why you left your number. So, um, call me back whenev-"

"This mailbox is now full, please call back again later."

"Cas, its Dean. Ellen called; she wants us over for a special Sunday dinner, cause Sam and Jess are going to be in town. You up to meeting the rest of the Winchester-Singer-Harvelle brood? Call me back."

"Mostly-Mom, it's your favourite eldest son. I got your invite for dinner, and yeah, I'll bring Cas. I know you and the rest of the sideshow are dying to meet him. We'll be by around six, if I can bring anything, let me know."

"Hey Jess, it's Dean. I was hoping you could help me, maybe without telling Sam, cause he's just going to laugh at me again. But look, its Cas and I's six month next week, and I wanted to do something a little special for him. Something that says 'the last six months have been awesome and I want a thousand more just like them with you?' Is that too much for a six month? You know these things, help a guy out?"

"Hey Cas, I hope you didn't make plans for the long weekend, cause I managed to score tickets for that band you like. The show's in Minneapolis, so I thought we could make a proper road trip out of it. Let me know what you think, in the meantime I'm going to be optimistic and start packing."

"Hey Babe, look, last night was awesome, and I'm sorry I had to rush out so fast this morning; Jo's car broke down on the side of the road, and I couldn't leave you baby sister stranded. I'll see you later tonight if we're still on for dinner. I can barely wait until then, the things I'm going to do to you... Well, just be ready."

"Jo, listen I've been thinking about our conversation a couple days ago and your right, it's probably time. Can I get the number of that real estate agent you said you knew? I want to look like a matured, prepared adult when I ask my boyfriend to buy a house together."

"Um, nearly-Dad, hi... Look, I wasn't sure who else to call, but I had a fight with Cas, a big one. It's just that, he has these priorities and sometimes it seems like I'm the last on the list, and I don't want to be the thing that's holding him back. I'm on my way to your place, and I could really use your advice right now. Thanks."

"Hey Cas... Look, I'm sorry about the fight, and for walking out, I just needed a chance to calm down. I would rather do this in person, but it's more important right now that you know that I love you, and I want you to be happy, and if re-enlisting is what you want, then I'm willing to figure out how to be an army wife, if you'll still have me. Can we talk more when I get home tonight? I love you, and I want to make this work..."

"Dean?"

"Cas! I was, um, just leaving a message."

"I know, I heard. Come home?"

"Always."