"Hey S’mmy, s’up man? Thought I’d check up s’been a while. M’fine I’m in… where am I… fuck I don’t even know the name of this town can you believe that? Doesn’t matter anyway. S’was ghost here Sammy, it killed people while they showered and guess what, it hid in the goddamn shampoo. Shampoo, Samantha, you’d have freaked out with those luscious locks of yours. Where are my fucking keys dammit? Wait wait ok got them, fucking door knob is stuck, motels suck S’mmy don’t go to motels. M’gonna crash now, s’late but… you okay, Sam? M’fine, me. M’fine. I… I don’t… … fucking shampoo right? See you bro."
When Dean wakes up with a pounding headache, his phone is still in his hand, and he curses inwardly. He checks the screen, out of habit more than anything else, because he may not remember anything about last night, but he knows exactly what he did, it happens more often than he’s comfortable with. It doesn’t stop his throat from tightening when he sees Sam’s name on the screen, two messages attached to it, and his fingers shake a little when he opens them.
[04:34 am] You’re a moron.
[05:12 am] I miss you too.