Sam Winchester came into Catriona's life when she least expected it. Truth be told, she'd been a pretty dark place when it had happened, and she was pretty damn grateful that he'd walked into her life, literally, when he had. She'd been picking out some books in library for her class of rambunctious kindergartners when she bumped into him. She wasn't kidding when she said he'd walked into her life. He had literally walked right into her. In that moment, she hadn't really thought anything of it. He'd been extremely apologetic, and she'd shrugged it off, however she supposed someone had wanted more to come out of it because she saw a few days later at the bar she worked at on the weekends. Teaching was her passion, but it didn't pay nearly as well, and it certainly didn't pay her enough to live comfortably. So, she picked up a few shifts on the weekend at one of the local bars. It all was sort of history from there on out. He'd shown up close to closing time, and when he realized this, he'd been extremely apologetic yet again. She'd smoothly told him that she'd forgive him if he bought her a drink. Truth be told, she might have taken a few shots to help her get through the remainder of her shift that evening, and liquid courage might have done all the talking, but it was that liquid courage that helped lead to the relationship with her now boyfriend.
"You make me feel so lazy." She said, stifling a yawn as she walked over to him, still in her
pajamas. It was a Sunday, and Sunday was her only day off from both teaching and bartending. Sometimes she spent the morning sleeping in and worked on lesson plans in the afternoon or graded some assignments, and other times she lazed about most of the day. On that particular morning she was thinking of staying in her pajamas all day. Maybe she'd do some grading later but for right now she was perfectly content with the idea of curling up on the couch with a cup of tea, a good book, and her amazing boyfriend. "You didn't go for a run. What were you doing out so early?" She asked curiously, noting that he wasn't in athletic attire and that he was actually fully dressed despite the somewhat early hour.
The first person that came to mind when Dean appeared in that forest in Maine was Sam. The second person was Bailey. And the third person was Castiel. The mere thought of the angel caused his stomach to twist into knots. He was still in purgatory. He had chosen to stay behind. Dean should have expected that he would pull a stunt like that one, but he hadn't. Freaking selfless asshole. For right now Dean knew that there was nothing that he could do. He needed to get a hold of his brother to tell him he was alive. And he needed to do the same thing with Bailey. Bailey. She was the one good thing amongst all of the fucked up shit that went on in his life. And he'd pretty much abandoned her. Not that he'd meant to. He hadn't realized that sending Dick Roman's ass to purgatory would mean getting himself and Castiel dragged there as well. He had never planned on leaving her. Not after he'd already done that once before when he'd gone to hell. But he had, and he needed to find her. He needed to see her.
He knew that Sam would understand, and what his brother didn't know wouldn't hurt him anyway, so the first thing he did was try to locate her. It proved to be harder than he thought that it would be. She'd moved away in the last year, not that he really blamed her for that or anything, but thankfully she was still under Bailey Anders. The apartment complex seemed nice enough. It was in a good neighborhood. Quiet, safe. All good things, and as he made his way down the hall to apartment 5B he didn't think he'd been more eager and nervous for anything in his life.
When did you become a freaking teenager? Man up, Winchester. He mentally scolded himself as he reached up to knock on the door.