WHO: Heather & Sam. WHAT: SNUG TIME. WHEN: After this, as well as the various texts. WHERE: Winchester house. RATING: TBD. STATUS: Incomplete.
Heather's heart hadn't stopped pounding since she'd first laid eyes on John's post asking where Sam was. Even though she'd texted him and knew he was alright and had agreed to come home, she was still worried. She had been all day, really, and he knew it. She'd tried asking him what was wrong, but pushing the issue would have only led to an argument, and she didn't want that. There had been enough tension between them for the longest time. They didn't need more.
She stood by the window in their shared bedroom for the longest time, watching for the familiar rental truck to pull up so that she could see with her own two eyes that Sam was alive and well, if not a little drunk. Why the hell he'd gone out to get drunk by himself like that was beyond her, and it was shocking to say the least. He was nuts if he thought she wasn't going to demand a better explanation for his actions, but she would figure all of that out when he was actually standing there in the room with her.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, she made her way towards the bed and sat down on the edge of it heavily. She fiddled with her cell phone, turning it in her hands and half-expecting it to ring at any moment, with Sam in trouble on the other end.