Dean jumped as his phone rang while he was reaching up to close the trunk. Seeing Bobby on the caller ID, he nswered straight away.
"Hey Bobby."
"Heya Dean. Just checking in. How you guys goin'? Any progress on the demon front?"
"No, not really. We've been preoccupied lately."
"Preoccupied? With what? What's more important than the end of the world?"
"Couldn't tell you to be honest," Dean shrugged, "just been busy."
It wasn't that he didn't trust Bobby, but... Faith's business was her business. And Sam's was just Dean's.
"Hunting I hope."
"Always."