WHO: Sam and Heather. WHAT: "We need to talk." WHEN: Evening. WHERE: The Winchester home; their room. RATING: PG-13; complete.
Rarely did Heather ever request for Sam to come straight home for just a 'talk'. There had to be an apocalypse pending, plagues swarming through the city, terrible angels jumping into her dreams; something along those lines. It was for that reason that he dropped everything that he had been doing and headed straight back home. Without hesitating. Concern and worry plagued him on the short drive home and, without realizing it, Sam soon found himself speeding through the streets that would guide home to the Winchester house.
Worry couldn't be avoided. With the Jake look-a-like running around and Ruby acting as though they were mortal enemies (although Sam's provoking the situation surely didn't help it by much), the fear that something had gone horribly wrong stabbed at him. Even as he pulled up to the house, stepped in through the front entrance, and paused, halfway expecting to see some sort of chaotic disaster inside.
When he found none, Sam searched the downstairs area for Heather, pausing to pull up a bottle of water from the fridge, and leaned against the counter for a good moment to compose himself. Obviously, he was over reacting. Shaking his head and smirking a little, Sam twisted the cap open and downed some of the liquid inside. Then he moved toward the stairs and pushed the door to their room open.