Like Autumn's fire, ashes on the leaves.
The stress of not knowing was slowly killing her. She was positive about this. The best thing that had happened to her since she’d become a hunter had fallen apart at the seams over some petty argument that left them both bitter and her walking out the door.
Twisting the phone cord between her fingers, she stares at the phone for the millionth time praying for it to ring so she doesn’t have to push the buttons and admit she’s wrong, let alone helpless without him by her side.
Hunts lost all their adventure, hotels seemed cold and lonely, and above all she couldn’t sleep without the sound of his steady breathing soothing away the nightmares of the night without her partner.
“Bloody hell, call the bastard already.”
“Ugh leave me alone, it’s hard enough without you here.”
“You invited me darling.” Her eyes turn sour as she watches the crossroad king run his fingers over a silk dress in her closet.
“No I didn’t you just pop up when I don’t need you around Crowley.”
“Alright after a more then my share of centuries I can tell when I’m not wanted.”
She heaves a sigh of relief when he pops out of the room and to god knows where and leaving her all alone, again. For another sleepless night because they’re both to god damned stubborn to call each other.