[The first thing you'll notice it that John looks like absolute hell. He's been floating from bar to bar or at least a day. His clothes are completely rumpled and you can practically smell the whiskey and desperation coming off him.]
Hey, Bobby? I need a favor, bad. [He scrubs a hand across his face, looking completely exhausted.] I need to crash
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...taking a break. Right. And what's this about something happening to me?
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Dean?!
[Those might be tears you see in your dad's eyes, Dean.]
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I don't remember anything, but yeah. I'm here.
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Where are you?
[So he can hug the shit out of you?]
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Doot beep boot, sending the location of the bar to Dean. It takes a few tries, but the third time he sends the right one.]
I'm in the back.
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Alright, I'll be there soon Dad.
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See you soon
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Yeah.
[Then quietly cuts the connection so he can get going.]
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Hope you don't mind getting hugged to hell and back Dean, because it's happening. Also, it's probably more affection he ever showed you from age 13 onward, but let's not dwell on that.]
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It's been a long time, Dad. It's good to see you.
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Good to see you too.
[He slides back into the booth, and vaguely gestures to the other side.]
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He slides into the other side of the booth and rubs at his temples.]
I only got in a few hours ago, right around three am. Gotta say this place has a heck of a greeting for a guy.
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