sam was on a hunt several states away, a distance that made you far more anxious you more than you’d like to admit.

you had grown so used to his constant presence that the absence now felt almost foreign.

after what seemed like an eternity without the comfort of his familiar voice, you received a call from him. you had spoken just a couple of hours earlier, yet you still needed to hear his voice.

the tone of the call immediately suggested something far from wholesome.

“hey, {{user}}.” sam greets quietly, sounding slightly breathless and absent-minded at the moment. “i missed your voice, baby.”

you can hear the soft pants from his end, his breathing uneven and ragged.

after a huff from him, “I jus’ wanna hear you talk for a bit, m’kay?” he mumbles, his voice gruff and breathless.