December 10th, 2008, 7th Floor, Emily Morgan Hotel, San Antonio, Texas

"Hi Grace, this is Dean Winchester."

"Well, howdy there, stranger."

"I just wanted to call you and let you know that I think it's a bad idea for us to talk on the phone."

"You mean we should speak in person? I'm in Vancouver. Where are you?"

"Sam and I are in San Antonio...in Texas."

"I know where San Antonio is."

"We're staying at the Emily Morgan Hotel...more paranormal activity than usual."

"Say hello to the Yellow Rose for me."

"Yeah, okay...and no, I don't think it's a good idea for us to speak in person. You know, what we do isn't normal and neither of us can expect to have any kind of a regular relationship...with anybody. You know, with Lilith and werewolves and...you know."

"I do indeed. Even speaking on the phone can get kind of dicey. And I agree completely about...relationships."

"You do?"

"Completely. I've already told you about my boyfriends."

"That you haven't had one, ever. And you want to keep it that way?"

"Works for me."

"Good, then it's settled."

"Okay, then I guess this is goodbye."

"Dean, I didn't even need to hear her side to know that that was the most retarded phone conversation you've ever had."

"What? She agreed with me...completely."

"And you couldn't have gotten the same result just by not calling her?"

"I just wanted to make sure she wasn't pining away for me, you know, unrequited love."

"I can't believe she didn't just hang up on you."

"She kinda did."

December 15th, 2008, Stuckey's, I-40 Exit 321, 8 Miles West of Tucumcari, NM

"Hi, Grace."

"Hi, Dean."

"You knew it was me?"

"Caller ID."

"Yeah, right, anyway, I just called to let you know that The Thing is a total rip-off. Don't bother."

"That so?"

"Sam was really disappointed."

"The poor baby."

"Yeah, he's easily amused and he loves him some Pecan Log."

"How'd the haunted hotel go?"

"Well, it wasn't the Yellow Rose of Texas, just your everyday, run of the mill, vengeful spirit trying to find its way into the light."

"Did you help it along?"

"Yeah, but not with any of that Ghost Whisperer bullshit. The only light we lead 'em to is a bone bonfire. How about you?"

"Still in Vancouver. There's a certain television producer slash writer slash director slash showrunner I've been keeping my eye on. Some show about the supernatural."

"Sounds like a real nasty dude. You'll be careful, won't you, Grace?"

"I always am. Where are you and Sammy headed next?"

"Back to Sioux Falls."

"You tell Bobby "Hi" for me."

"Will do."

"Yet another retarded conversation. I'm surprised she even picks up."

"Me, too...but do you think it means she likes me?"

December 17th, 2008, I-70/I-25 Interchange, aka The Mousetrap, Denver, Colorado

"Hi, Dean."

"Hi, Grace."

"Tell Bobby it's two cans of whole string beans, one can of mushroom soup and one bag of Funyuns. Put the beans on the bottom of the casserole dish, pour mushroom soup over and spread to cover, top with Funyuns and bake in 350 degree oven for 20 to 30 minutes."

"You think it might kill us?"

"There's a pretty good chance."

"What'd she say?"

"Don't eat the green bean casserole."

December 19th, 2008, Singer Salvage Yard, Sioux Falls, South Dakota, speaker phone.

"Hi, this is Grace Downey. I can't come to the phone right now so please leave a message at the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. And Dean, I don't think it's a good idea for you to leave a message. If I don't know what you and Sammy are up to then I don't have to worry, especially if you went against my advice and ate Bobby's green bean casserole."

"Hi, Grace. It's me Dean and I think you're right. Next time I won't leave a message but I just wanted to let you know that Sam and I got a line on Lilith and we're headed to Connecticut. If you want, call when you get back and next time we'll pass on the casserole."

"Bobby, don't even ask."