[It's late, and Blake's having a hell of a time sleeping. For one reason or another, he looks at his phone and decides that it's probably too late to text Dean. Maybe his Mirror's awake, though. It's a shot in the dark, but Blake gives it a shot.]
Dean, are you there? I was hoping you could answer some questions for me.
Mirror Writing
Dean, are you there? I was hoping you could answer some questions for me.
[Be careful, man, he's feeling awfully philosophical.]