"Hey." Dean knew the number, whether the name came up or not. He learned Sam's numbers quickly. Some might be surprised the information tucked away in the hunter's brain, or how quickly he learned things. Sam was the showier of the two when it came to the brains department. Dean would rather show his skills physically. Both were formidable no matter the what.
"What's going on?" He didn't sound angry, or more he didn't sound angry with his brother. He was frustrated with how things had gone with Eric, and he kept wondering when all that was going to come back to bite him and Dinah in the ass. Or worse, in their loved ones' asses.
"You okay?" The frustrated gruffness was lost in true concern. "Haven't heard from you much lately. You doing okay, Sammy?"