Room 438, late Sunday night

[saltandammo]

After a night of conversations in the Common Room, Dean headed back to his room with Hunter and flopped down on the bed. After some thought, he reached for his cell phone and dialed a certain number.

[ooc: for the recepient of the phone call]

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[x5_alec]

"Demons exorcised, zombies set on fire, ghosts escorted into the light," Alec rattled off absently as he picked up. "Whatever you need, I can do, so whatcha got?"

[saltandammo]

Dean laughed. "You got your number up in an ad somewhere for hunters r us?"

[x5_alec]

"I tried to bill myself as a hunter-slash-escort service, but Bobby thought it was in bad taste," he replied. "No one that doesn't know what I do calls me anyway, so whatever."

[saltandammo]

"I would've loved to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation," Dean said, still smiling. "So it sounds like everything's going well?"