Sam had been in the middle of nowhere, literally, when his phone went off. They were out on yet another hunt, not that he was complaining. He rather liked the distraction of hunts. They kept his mind from wandering and wondering how Cheryl was, how she was doing. He had only spent a month with the red head but she'd stayed on in his mind for far longer than he had cared to admit, especially with Dean constantly being on his ass about Sam finding himself someone new to obsess over. It was all part of the job, after all. New job, new town, new chick. That was Dean's motto. And now, here they were, sitting in a motel somewhere he didn't even bother to remember, for the first time in a while.
Glancing down at his phone, he frowned. He hadn't heard from Cheryl in over a year and yet, now, she had reached out with nothing but a location. The 911 was what got his attention, though. Jumping out of his seat, he quickly scribbled a note for Dean, placed it on his pillow, grabbed the keys to the Impala and headed out. It would take him few hours but, if he drove through the night, he'd easily get to the redhead by first light. Already in the car with the key turning in the ignition, he quickly typed out a reply to her, letting her know he was on his way. Whatever it was, if it warranted a 911, it was definitely important. And he'd be damned if he ignored it.
August 16th, 2019 at 04:23pm