[ Mornings for Bobby Singer don't start so much as they just pick back up again from where he last left off. A few hours of sleep, a hard pot of coffee within arm's reach, a quick breakfast to get him started, and then it's right back where he was before bed. Research awaits, phone calls need to be handled and redirected, information needs to be provided.
He's been up for a solid seven hours when the phone rings, and he looks up from his reading, brows raising as he takes a drink from his mug. It's the house phone and not any of the other lines he has set up, like a damn veritable operator wheeling back and forth on the board, so he knows it's technically not an urgent call or an emergency. Cracking his back from his hyper focus, he wheels over to answer it with his book on his lap.
He checks the caller ID, as always, to see where it's coming in from. Seeing the number, he can't help but snort faintly.
Dean never calls him from the "home" phone, so as he picks up and tucks the phone against his shoulder to resume his research there's a smirk in his voice. ]
[Anita cracks a smile at the sound of his voice. She'd figured he'd know it was her instead of Dean. Dean only ever used his cell, and it was entirely too sensible an hour for Dean to be calling anyone anyway. Besides, he rarely called to make small talk. She, on the other hand, had long been in the practice of checking in.
After all, what would he ever do without her?]
Good morning to you, too, old man. I assume you've already put in a full day's work. Make sure you break for lunch sometime soon, yeah?
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He's been up for a solid seven hours when the phone rings, and he looks up from his reading, brows raising as he takes a drink from his mug. It's the house phone and not any of the other lines he has set up, like a damn veritable operator wheeling back and forth on the board, so he knows it's technically not an urgent call or an emergency. Cracking his back from his hyper focus, he wheels over to answer it with his book on his lap.
He checks the caller ID, as always, to see where it's coming in from. Seeing the number, he can't help but snort faintly.
Dean never calls him from the "home" phone, so as he picks up and tucks the phone against his shoulder to resume his research there's a smirk in his voice. ]
That the old maid callin'?
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After all, what would he ever do without her?]
Good morning to you, too, old man. I assume you've already put in a full day's work. Make sure you break for lunch sometime soon, yeah?