Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Sam and Dean Winchester or anything related to the show. I'm not getting paid for this (although if Eric Kripke would like to hire me, I'm available!) so please don't sue me. I own Emerson Weir. She's enjoying her time with the boys so there will be more stories to come. This one follows "A Mother's Love", which is the second in the series. That makes this the third in the series, of course. Reviews are always welcomed. I'd love to know what people think of what I've been writing. For reference, this story takes place over a period of several weeks and starts up a couple of days after "A Mother's Love". Forgive the unusual format. I thought I'd try something new. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Hey, this is Emerson. Sorry I can't make it to the phone right now. Just leave me your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Sam's eyes closed as he softly sighed, listening to the message play. It was the third time in two days that he'd gotten her voice mail and he was seriously starting to wonder what was wrong. He'd tried calling her the very next day after their last conversation but she hadn't answered. That was fine but he tried again later that evening and didn't get a response either, which was when Sam started to worry. There wasn't even a message on his voice mail from her, which had Sam even more worried.
Now he was sitting in a motel room in Crystal Lake, Illinois, waiting for Dean to come back with something for them to eat and listening to Emerson's outgoing message play … again. And all Sam could do was continue to worry about what was going on in Mount Redding and about the fact that he couldn't be there to actually lend Emerson a hand, just in case she needed help.
He heard the beep and took a soft, deep breath before saying a single word. "Hey, Emerson. It's me again," Sam said, sounding tired and worried. "I'm just wondering what's going on. Dean and I are working a case in Crystal Lake. I'm hoping to come by to see you after this though. It's nothing big so it shouldn't take long. Just …" There was a pause and Sam sighed softly. "Please call me back, okay?"
He hung up and looked at his phone for a moment and then closed his eyes and fell back on the bed. Sam stared at the ceiling, his cell phone still in his right hand. He had no idea what Emerson might be going through right now because he couldn't get a hold of her. He was worried and wanted to get this case wrapped as soon as possible so that he and Dean could head out to pay Emerson a visit. Maybe he'd have a better chance at finding out what as going on if he could make it to Mount Redding to see her, talk face to face.
He didn't move to get up when he heard Dean open the door. He heard a plastic bag rustling and could smell the burgers and fries but even that didn't get him to move. He was hungry but not that hungry it seemed. Sam finally sat up when the door slammed shut behind his brother. He looked at Dean expectantly, knowing that there would be a question or some kind of comment. He figured his brother knew that he'd been calling Emerson quite a bit, trying to find out what was going on. Sam figured Dean had even tried calling her once or twice at this point out of his own concern for Emerson.
"Still no answer?"
Sam sighed a little and shook his head. He heard the worry in Dean's voice too, even if his big brother wouldn't admit to being worried right now. "No, still no answer."