“I was just showing Y/N–”
Dean maneuvers his face on screen, grunting exaggeratedly. Sam mimics him with a silly expression of his own.
You burst into laughter at the sight of them. These video chats, though few and far between thanks to your schedules never aligning, always make the stress of school that much more manageable.
“God, I miss you guys.”
“Miss you too, Y/N.”