Sam turns around slowly, already assessing how fast he can reach his weapons. He’s shopping for supplies in whichever store happens to be closest to tonight’s motel. No-one should know his name.
…Unless, that is, he just happens to run into an old flame.
“…Sarah?” He can’t believe it. He actually can’t believe it. This has to be a demon, or a shifter, or -
“Sam Winchester.” She looks him up and down, and smiles. “Now there’s someone I never thought I’d see again.”
Or a coincidence. Maybe, just this once, pure chance.
“How are you?” he asks.
She shrugs. “I’ve been keeping busy. Met a guy, got engaged.”
“Congratulations,” Sam offers.
Her half-smile tells a different story. “He chose the wrong weekend for a business trip to Boston.”
The earthquake… “I’m sorry.”
“It’s been two years.” She shrugs it off. “What about you? Been busy?”
She raises an eyebrow expectantly, and Sam isn’t quite sure what to say. After a moment, she laughs.
“Come on, Sam. You think I can’t put two and two together? The past few years, the natural disasters, the crime sprees? People call it a run of bad luck, but sometimes, it really is a curse.”
“I…” He doesn’t know what to say.
“Long story for another time?” She takes his hand, and writes a number on it. “Well, if you ever want to talk - about anything - call me.”
He opens his mouth to say he will, but she shakes her head.
“No promises you won’t keep. But don’t dismiss it out of hand either.” As she finishes writing, she glances at his basket, and then shoots him a questioning look. “Or have you given it all up to become a cleaner?”
He looks down at the assorted borax cleaning products uncomfortably. “I have a few messes to deal with. But… I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.”
She flashes him a smile before she walks away.
Prompt: "Men must know this: Whether the relationship lasts for twenty minutes or twenty years, the woman involved will remember every word you say." - Daily Advice Calendar, July 14th/15th 2012.