[ He scoffs, but he knows that she isn’t joking— the brothers rarely communicate with anyone, and unfortunately, the Harvelle’s are rarely an exception. ]
❝ You know, a phone works both ways, Jo. But— yeah, sorry. I’ll try to have Dean check in more, if you want. ❞
she’ll spare him a look now, her jaw softening a bit. it’s not like it was personal. hunters lose track of time, of a lot of things. her dad always did.
❝just… y'know, people care, sam. — you can sit down, if you want. ❞