Angel dialled in Sam's number after a particularly worrying conversation with a near hysterical Faith. He hoped Sam could fill him in on what she had been telling him.
He switched the desk lamp on, waiting for an answer.
Sam
Sam grunted as he awoke, taking a moment to register the sound of his phone ringing.
Swatting at the bedside table, he finally caught it and answered.
"Hello?" he asked, trying to open his eyes.
Angel
"Sam? It's Angel."
The vampire paused for a second.
"I'm guessing she's not with you."
Sam
"If you're talking about Faith that's a resounding no," Sam said in a raspy voice, glancing over to Dean's empty bed.
"Haven't seen her in a few days."
Angel
"Ah," Angel sighed.
"I just had a rather worrying phone call, and I was hoping you could clear some of the details up for me."
Sam
"Did it have something to do with her insisting she was pregnant at some point and was searching for her baby?" Sam rubbed his eyes.
Angel
"That's the one," Angel replied.
"You have any idea what's gotten into her?"
Sam
"We've been over it numerous times since she left, and he only thing we can come up with is the coma," Sam shook his head.
"Maybe it screwed up her wiring or something. Made her think that the damage to her abdomen was the result of pregnancy."
Angel
"She was so sure she had come here for it," Angel said, shaking his head. "And she hung up before I could find out where she was."
He sighed.
"Look, if you hear anything, or if she shows up, give me a call?"
Sam
"That's insane. I don't even remember the last time we were there," Sam shook his head.
"But yeah. I'll call. You too, right?"
Angel
"Of course."
Angel rubbed his temples tiredly.
"I'm sending some people out to find her, I'll let you know what the result is."
Sam
"Thanks Angel," Sam sighed, then hung up.
He looked over at Dean's empty bed with a frown, noticed the impala keys missing, and fell back on the bed.