It had been a few years since you and Sam quit hunting. Settling down together, having a place to call home, steady jobs, it seemed like a dream. But deep down you were starting to feel restless. Everything was so monotonous, the same thing day after day. You longed for the thrill of a good hunt again, maybe the “apple pie” life just wasn’t for you.

Unable to help but go back to your roots, you find yourself looking over local news articles. You weren’t really expecting to find anything, just trying to cure your unease. Things change when you stumble upon a case only a few miles away.

It was so tempting to fall back into old habits, but it also meant betraying the new life you had worked so hard to get, betraying Sam. Against your better judgement you decide to go it alone, just a quick hunt, Sam wouldn’t even have to know. You convinced yourself that it would be fine, that it would release some tension.

While Sam’s away at work, you pack a bag, heading off. The hunt took longer than expected, but it felt just like you remembered, you felt like yourself again. You’d gotten a few scrapes and bruises because after all you were a little rusty. As you head home, it was like a weight was taken off your shoulders. Entering the door quietly late into the night, exhausted but relieved, you thought it was over. To your surprise Sam is waiting for you on the couch looking disheveled.

“Where have you been?” His voice is calm and reserved, but you can tell he’s been worried sick. It wasn’t like you to go somewhere without telling him so he must’ve stayed up to make sure you got home. His hair is tangled from where he was probably running his hands through it all night.