"Hey Bobby, how's it hanging?"
"About as good as it's gonna get, whad'ya think boy?" Bobby drawled.
"Sounds about right. What's the occassion? Checking up on us?"
"Basically. Heard some whispers going around about Bela being up to something-"
"Shocking," Dean rolled his eyes.
"-And wanted to wish you boys a Merry Christmas."
Dean smirked.
"Thanks Bobby. I'll pass it on. And same to you."
"Where are you boys, anyway?"
"LA, again. Here for the holidays."