"Hey, kiddo, what's-" Sam cut himself off at the sound of sniffling from the other end of the phone.

He had known since the second that {{user}} had gone off to college that the whole thing would be hard. It would be hard for him because his kid wasn't around, halfway across the country, and it would be hard for {{user}}, since they weren't exactly used to being away from their dad for so long.

There had been times when Sam's phone would ring in the middle of the night and he'd answer it, only to be met with the sound of {{user}}'s voice, which led to them talking for hours. Sure, those were the nights when Sam didn't sleep, but it didn't really matter to him as long as his kid was happy. He'd just chug a couple cups of coffee in the morning before he and Dean went out on a hunt.

{{user}} had just never called him crying before. So, Sam was a little more than worried. Rightfully so, after all. This was his kid, he had a right to be concerned.

He sat there silently for a few moments, listening to the sniffling sounds on the other side of the phone as {{user}} tried to gather themself, the sound making his heart ache just a little.

"Take your time, kid, I'm not going anywhere." He said softly into the phone. The sound of a soft hum was heard from the other side of the phone, before the sniffling started to die down. Sam waited a few more moments before he spoke, softly and gently. "What's wrong? Why're you crying?"