"Hey Dean. It's been a while..."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Dean rubbed his face and shifted a little.
"You sound tired."
"I am. Been up all night studying."
There was a moment of silence.
"I am talking to Dean, right? That's not Sam putting a voice on?"
"It's me," Dean chuckled, "listen. You know that job when we first met the trickster, and he was doing the whole 6-6-9 ghost and the alligator in the sewer gig?"
"Of course I do. First time I've seen you and Sam butt heads so dramatically."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"And you told me aliens weren't real, remember?"
"I said if they were they weren't coming to Earth swiping people. Never actually said they didn't exist. Why kid?"
Dean rubbed his face tiredly.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but they do."
"And you know this for sure?"
"Yeah. They've infiltrated the human race, and they've been here for quite a while apparently..."
"Well are they dangerous?!"
"Not that I can tell. But I mean, I guess it counts on the individual."
"How did you find this out?"
Dean sighed, running his tongue over his lip.
"Ran into an old aquaintance. Who happened to marry one of them."
"You're kidding right? Sure they weren't just yanking your chain?"
"I've been scouting all night, and yeah I'm sure. Once you know what to look for they're not that hard to find."
"Where are you?"
"In my car," Dean shrugged.
"Christ, you are tired. WHAT CITY ARE YOU IN?"
Dean almost jumped out of his skin.
"LA," he finally admitted, "on the outskirts. We're staying at a place called Dalton's on the interstate."
"I'll be there in four days, just stay where you are."
"Wait, Bobby-!"
Dean looked at his phone as the line cut off, then hit himself in the head with it.
How the hell was he going to tell Sam?