Sometime between finishing a hunt and considering calling Ruby, as annoying as she had been that night, for a little training, Sam had stopped to check the boards for a few minutes. Heather's post was quick to catch his attention, as it was just as quick to bring forth a strong surge of concern. Headache or not, it did make him worry. It might not have been as big of a deal as it could have been, otherwise she probably would have directly chosen to contact him, but it still worried him enough to decide against training so that he could at least get her some medicine and head home to make sure that she really was doing all right.
Stopping by the nearest store, Sam picked up something for her head, along with a few random items that he figured would make her feel better. A few minutes later, he was walking up the stairs and pushing their bedroom door open with a paper bag tucked in one arm. Spotting Heather on the bed, he nudged the door shut and set the bag down onto his desk. Half a second later, he was settling onto the bed beside her, one arm instantly going over her shoulders.
"Head still hurting?" He asked, pressing his mouth to the side of her face.