Who: Sam Winchester (& Titan) What: reacting to Veronica running off. When: Saturday night Where: Veronica's room Warnings: feels.
When he hadn't seen or heard from Veronica the night before, Sam had worried a little, but not that much. It wasn't like her not to at least answer a text message, but he figured she was really busy studying, or had fallen asleep before he'd gotten home (which was admittedly pretty late, since he'd been on shift at the bar). He was exhausted, too, and didn't want to disturb her, so he'd gone to sleep as well.
He'd run some errands in the morning and then spent the rest of his Saturday studying, until he'd gotten the note from Jo. That was when he'd really started to worry. It wasn't like Veronica to just dump her dog on a friend and take off somewhere. What was wrong, he didn't know, but he intended to find out.
First things first, though, he'd gone to get Titan, to take the dog off of Jo's hands. That was maybe the most upsetting part, on a personal level: so far as he'd understood it, she considered him next on the hierarchy for taking care of the dog, being his "godfather" and all, so it wasn't just that she'd failed, or forgotten, to tell him that she was leaving. It seemed like she'd actively avoided doing so. Or maybe not; maybe he just hadn't been available at the time when she'd needed to leave. He didn't want to jump to conclusions.
When he left Jo's, he went over to Veronica's room. It was empty; neither she nor her roommate were there. His feeling of dread deepened; he'd already guessed that maybe she'd been so upset because her friend had disappeared. And when he found the notice of Mac's disappearance on the table, next to Veronica's phone that she'd left behind, his suspicions were confirmed. He read it a few times over, imagining her standing here reading it-- imagining how she must have felt. And then he folded up the paper and set it back down.
It had occurred to him already that he could call Cas, ask him to find out where Veronica was. Not to bring her back, or bring Sam to her, but just to be sure she was safe, to know what was happening with her. But a part of him felt like that would be spying, intruding on the space she'd obviously needed to clear her head. He would have appreciated if she'd told him where she was going, but who was he to judge her for running off upset without telling anyone? He'd done it himself, and in far more dangerous situations, too.
A nudge from Titan brought him back out of his thoughts, and he crouched down to pet the dog. "Hey, buddy," he said, smiling a little sadly at the pitbull as he scratched its ears. "I know. I miss her too." Titan whined, and then ran over to his food bowl, which actually made Sam laugh. He was sure the dog was worried about Veronica, especially since he was very attuned to her emotional state, but he had his priorities in order. Food was a necessity, whether the dog was worried or not.
And Sam decided to take that as a sign that he, too, should go about his everyday business, at least for now. She probably wouldn't be gone for more than the weekend; she had classes on Monday. If she didn't show up by tomorrow night, then he could start to worry. But, a nagging voice said inside his mind, what if she's in danger before then? What if she's already in trouble? His mind could come up with a million possible scenarios: she'd just intended to head off for a few hours, maybe just the night, but had run into trouble and didn't have her phone to call for help.
He was probably worrying over nothing. She could take care of herself, she'd done it plenty of times before. He'd trained her personally, so that she stood an even better chance of getting out of danger alive. He just had to deal with this like any normal person would, right? It would turn out okay. She would be fine. She had to be.