Dean had comandeered the living room at the house and was now waiting for various Winchesters to arrive. He knew that Sam and Jacob had to meet; he was praying to Vkandis though that it didn't blow up in all their faces.

[ooc: for those that know who they are]

Dean had been thinking about doing it since Monday, but other things had got in the way.

But finally today, he picked up the phone and dialled.

[ooc: for the person getting called, though can be open after that]

Leaving Sammi with her mother just to make things simpler, Dean took the two boys back to his room for the night. Cas went right to sleep like, well like an angel, but John William was another story.

"So," Dean said, getting two bottles of soda out of his fridge and handing one to the boy. "You going to tell me what's wrong?"