Anna had just wrapped a case that had her running around non-stop for three days straight and as she entered her apartment, all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed.
But then her phone went off, and she swore to God that she'd kill whoever was calling her if this was about work. Dropping her keys on the kitchen counter, she pulled out her phone and answered the call tiredly.
"Anna!" Wow, he actually did pretty good on that one. A smile crossed his face as he settled back in the seat, but his fingers continued to drum against his thigh. "Hi. How's it goin'?"
"Dean?" She hadn't even bothered to check the caller ID to see who it was but she'd recognize that voice anywhere. Not even the exhaustion could hide the way she brightened up hearing from him. It'd been a while and like she was want to do, she worried. Constantly.
He'd been away too long for her to feel whenever he and Sam were upset or in trouble, but she still had little inklings from time to time. Oddly enough, hearing his voice brought her empathy to the forefront.
"Why do you sound surprised if you're the one who called me? And what's goin' on? Is everythin' alright?" Because oh, if he wasn't broadcasting like crazy for her.
"What? No. Everything's fine." Oh yeah, everything was just peachy. "I'm just ... sittin' in an airport. In ... Scotland."
Scotland was clearly the problem. He had done enough short flying trips in the past year or so over the continental United States, so if it was over land, he'd be okay. A little wigged, but still okay. It was the fact that they were flying over a large body of water. There were no roads to land on in the Atlantic. None. If they crashed, they were so incredibly fucked.
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But then her phone went off, and she swore to God that she'd kill whoever was calling her if this was about work. Dropping her keys on the kitchen counter, she pulled out her phone and answered the call tiredly.
"Morasca."
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He'd been away too long for her to feel whenever he and Sam were upset or in trouble, but she still had little inklings from time to time. Oddly enough, hearing his voice brought her empathy to the forefront.
"Why do you sound surprised if you're the one who called me? And what's goin' on? Is everythin' alright?" Because oh, if he wasn't broadcasting like crazy for her.
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Scotland was clearly the problem. He had done enough short flying trips in the past year or so over the continental United States, so if it was over land, he'd be okay. A little wigged, but still okay. It was the fact that they were flying over a large body of water. There were no roads to land on in the Atlantic. None. If they crashed, they were so incredibly fucked.
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