Author's Note: Hey! So the same disclaimers apply but I'd just like to say thank you (and I mean a HUGE thank you!) to those of you who have been sticking it out and reading my Supernatural stories! I adore the hell out of you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support! Now, on with the very weird format of this story!
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 heavily sighed as he heard her voice mail for fifth time in the last couple of days. It was getting to the point where he felt like he wanted to bang his head against the nearest wall whenever he heard the message. Not that he didn't want to hear her voice because that was the only bright spot of it all. It was more because he really wanted to hear it, which meant that he didn't want to hear it via her outgoing voice mail message. Sam was worried and frustrated and wanted to know what the hell was going on. He had been trying not to call nearly as much but he couldn't seem to help it. He needed to know that she was okay.
He hung up without leaving a message this time and stared at his phone for a moment. He was debating whether or not to call her again but it didn't take long for Sam to make that decision. He quickly redialed, listening to it go straight to voice mail. One ring and the message started to play again. That meant that she had her phone off and he felt like he needed to know why that was but he knew he wasn't going to get an answer just listening to the outgoing message on her voice mail.
Sam felt like he wanted to throw his phone against the wall after he quickly hung up the phone again without leaving a message this time as well. All these emotions were just making his head hurt right now. He was frustrated and angry and worried sick. His leg was bouncing nervously as he sat there on the edge of his bed, unable to fall asleep. Dean was asleep on the bed next to him but Sam couldn't stand the quiet right now. It made him feel restless.
They were wrapping up the case in Crystal Lake but Bobby had called to let them know that it looked like all signs were pointing to something big going down in Chicago. Dean had insisted that they check it out since they were in the area despite the fact that Sam wanted to go to Mount Redding to check on Emerson instead. It was a case though and Sam knew that they had to check it out. Anything else would be selfish on his part. Plus there was no arguing with his big brother and Sam knew Dean was right. If something big was going to happen somewhere, they had to be there to check it out, especially if they were the only hunters in the immediate area. It was just the way that it had to be. It didn't mean that Sam was excited about the idea, just that he knew it had to be done and they were the ones who were going to have to do it.
Sam quietly slipped on his shoes and pushed off of the bed. His cell phone was lying on his bed while he grabbed his jacket to quickly pull it on. He needed to go for a walk to clear his head. Some times it seemed like the only thing that worked and right now he needed a bit of clarity. He had his back to the bed and the phone was on vibrate so Sam didn't notice when it started to ring. He was busy making sure that he had his money and the room key, just in case. After patting his pockets and double-checking to make sure he had everything, he turned to face the bed again. By the time he grabbed his phone he had one missed call. He didn't check his phone, however. Sam just stuffed it in his pocket and headed out the door to take a walk.