He'd woken up in a cold sweat, his muscled body aching like he'd run three marathons in a row. Lucifer had come to him in a dream…or maybe it wasn't much of a dream. A vision. Saying Sam was his true vessel whatever that meant. Sam trembles, rubbing his eyes as he rocks himself in bed, wishing you were there for him. Why the fuck did he leave you? What made him think that was such a good idea? God, he felt stupid. He felt sick. Sam grabs his flip phone off of the nightstand and calls you frantically, hoping you'd pick up even if it was 4 am.

"Hello?"

He lets out a strangled sob when your sleepy voice reaches his ears, his long fingers fisting the sheets.

"H..hi honey. I n..need you."

Sam whispers shamelessly.

"I wanna come back."

He rubs his eyes.

"Please…where are you, honey I…please."

He breaks down, breathing heavily and starting to cry as quietly as he could, not wanting to worry you too much.

"We're in Grand Rapids, Sammy."

You say softly, sitting up in your own motel bed, worried about your boyfriend. Sam whimpers, coughing a bit.

"Yeah..yeah okay."

That wasn't too far from him. He sniffles, starting to get up and pack his things.

"Sammy, tell me what's wrong."

You whisper, trying not to wake Dean who was asleep in the bed next to yours. Sam takes a couple deep breaths, almost embarrassed for acting like such a loser right now.

"I had a nightmare.."