[ Oh, but Becky does hear him answer. She'd know that voice anywhere. And if Dean is here, there's no way Sam wouldn't be. She whirls around with an insane grin on her face, ready to exclaim "Sam!" but facefalls immediately when she is met only with Dean's grizzled appearance. ]

Oh. Dean. It's just you. Where's Sam?

[ She's only hoping the answer is "in the car" because as much as she enjoyed their separation in a fictional sense (even if it wasn't technically fictional, it still hurt so good), she's pretty sure her heart would actually shatter if they broke up again. She doesn't like when her the boys fight. (Though she can't deny it is excellent fic fodder... The other authors on morethanbrothers.net would certainly agree with her.) ]

I mean, not that it isn't great seeing you! Because it is great seeing you.

[ She nudges his arm with her fist awkwardly. ]

Are you just passing through or are you here on a job?

[ Her expression widens at the thought of a job being in her town, because she knows what that means. And boy would she would jump at the chance to help the Winchesters again. ]