The phone went off in his pocket. The metal ring tone was echoing through the nearly-empty streets. Dean was glad for that. He didn't feel like dealing with more crap just yet.
And he knew there was more crap.
He was walking to Harry's. With Jo. Because Jo didn't wanna fuck up his baby's transmission, or radio, or anything. He was glad about that, but Harry didn't live super close to the Phoenix, so they'd been walking a good ten minutes.
Jo seemed to be doing alright. They were almost there. He'd just be glad when this was sorted out.
"Yeah?" Dean said into the phone. "I thought you couldn't, y'know, reach out and touch someone without frying a cell battery."