Callie 's cell rings, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed.

She snigger and reaches for the phone. `` hi ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you trusted ? ... Alright, I 'll be there by crepuscule. ``

'' What 's going on ? '' Sam asks as she scrambles from the bed and begins throwing on her clothes.

'' I have to go, '' she says, stuffing her things in her duffle.

Sam gets up and pulls on his own vesture. `` Ok, where are we going ? ``

She does n't stop moving, barely even casting him a glimpse as she replies, `` Not we, Sam, me. ``

He stops and stares, boot hanging from his helping hand. `` What ? No, not by yourself. ``

She zips the duffle and throws it over her articulatio humeri. `` Yes, by myself, '' she says coolly. `` You remember I was a Orion for close to ten twelvemonth before I ever met you. And I 'm doing this alone. ``

'' Callie ... '' he begins, reaching for her.

She steps away from his touch, heading for the threshold. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

When she reaches the doorway, she turns back to him. He ca n't read what 's in her eyes and that worries him more than than anything.

'' I 'll anticipate you when I 'm done. If you want ... ''

And with that, she 's gone.

Sam collapses back on the edge of the bed, one-half dressed, still holding his the boot, staring at the door with a stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

Walking into the motel room, Sam kicks the door shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his Coke on the table, he spots the subject matter notifier on this phone. For a moment, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for More than 24 hour. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to listen to the message.

'' Hey, Sam, it 's Callie, '' her part says. It sounds like she 's outside ; he can see cars whizzing by in the background. Her tone is odd. A little stilted. `` I 'm wrapping things up here and I should be capable to get on the route later tonight. ``

There 's a break and he hears a man 's voice in the background knowledge. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should take up without her. Her tone is ardent and friendly, but that 's lost when she comes back.

'' So, um, if you want to meet back up, just call me and let me know where you are. I, um ... I hope to hear from you soon. ``

He deletes the message and drops the sound back on the table. Now he really does n't get laid what to consider. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he does n't hear from her for Sir Thomas More than a day, then when she does holler, she 's with someone else.

He paces the floor slowly, frown building. That must be why she did n't need me along, he thinks. She was meeting up with some one else. But now she wants to see him. Or says she does.

He sighs deeply, running his finger through his hairsbreadth. He does n't need to fall back her like this, but he does n't understand what 's going on with her.

He picks up the speech sound and punches up her bit in his contacts. But he does n't get in touch. He tosses the phone back on the table and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the small motel way tabular array when his earpiece halo. He glances at it before reaching to send the claim to voicemail.

Sophia sighs heavily and throws her pen down on the table. `` If you do n't verbalize to her, '' she says sharply, `` I will. ``

His head snaps up, eyes full. `` You would n't. ``

She raises an eyebrow. `` No ? ``

She would and he knows it. `` Just leave it alone, Sophia. This is between me and Callie. ``

Sophia takes his manus, squeezing it gently. `` It 's breaking my tenderness to see you like this, Sammy. You need to talk to her. ``

When his oculus meet hers this time, he ca n't quite enshroud the binge. `` I ca n't. She left. With barely a word. Just hopped out of our bed and took off. '' He swallows. `` And I heard her talking to person else when she left me that voice mail. Obviously she does n't need me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could accept been anyone, Sam. It 's not fairish to either of you to parachute to conclusions. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, truelove. There 's no point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get better until you talk to her. ``

Sam hitches a shoulder. Trying for careless, but knowing she 's not fooled.

'' Yeah, fine, I care. But I ca n't like for both of us. She 's got to want this too. ``

Sophia chuckle. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the go eight hours. The womanhood who would n't normally let anyone within ten feet of her is travelling with you and sleeping in your bed. Would she irritate with any of that if she did n't deal ? ``

His eyes free fall to the table, but he does n't really see it. He runs his thumb absently over her knuckles. `` You think ? '' he asks finally.

'' Yeah, sweetie, '' Sophia replies, `` I do. When you find someone you care about, you got ta grab it and hold on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but cause you more botheration. '' She pauses, her vocalization thickening a petty. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``

Sam frowns. His comrade and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each other. He does n't remember he could care the Lapplander thing with Callie.

'' So get after her, would you ? Cuz you 're killing me with the sad puppy face. ``

He rolls his eyes and picks up the phone. He stares at it for a long mo before standing and moving to the early side of the room.

'' Hey, Callie. ... Yeah, I know. I ... ... Would you ... do you want.. '' He clears his throat and tries again, feeling like a teenager trying to ask a girl out for the first time. `` So, ummm, do want to meet up ? ``

As Sam speaks, the door jive open to admit Dean. Before he can say anything, Sophia shushes him, gesturing toward Sam.

Dean raises an eyebrow in question as he sets their dinner in the table and leans down to kiss her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean smile and takes a seat. `` 'Bout shit prison term. ``

~~~SPN~~~

It 's after midnight when Sam hears a provisionary knock at his doorway. He steps to the door quickly, then hesitates. He 's still not entirely sure how he feels about this whole situation.

Taking a deep breath, he swings the room access open up. Callie stands on the pavement in front of him, looking like she 's set to run at any moment. Her eyes flicker to his face and then back to the ground.

'' Hey, Sam, '' she says softly.

'' Callie, '' he replies, his voice indifferent. He stands back, opening the door wider and gesturing her in.

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his arms in straw man of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't settle whether to buss her senseless or outcry at her. He 's missed her so often, he actually has to curl his finger into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to utter first.

'' So, how 'd it go ? ``

'' Um, mulct, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken care of quickly enough. ``

'' adept, '' he replies, anger seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some reliever too, so that must have helped. ``

Her middle widen. `` Sam, wait ... ''

He straightens and angry walk toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his voice under control. `` You run out of here on some form of mission without telling me where you 're going or what you 're doing. You tell me I ca n't go because you need to do it alone. And then I hear you all warm and cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a blame voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his whisker before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to run into back up with me. What the nookie am I supposed to guess, Cal ? ``

'' It 's not what anything like that, Sam, '' she says, her eyes meeting his. `` I would n't do that to you. ``

'' Well, why do n't you tell me what it is then ? Please experience gratis to excuse to me what 's going on. To recite me what the infernal region you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His voice drops and he ca n't hold on the infliction from bleeding through the anger. `` William Tell me why you left me here to miss you like crazy. ``

Her deep blue eye peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with tears he 's never seen her throw off before. She flinches and steps away from him.

'' I ... I ca n't ... I do n't fuck ... '' she whispers as she stumbles toward the door.

The sight of her walking away from him is what pushes him over the edge. He reaches her just as her handwriting hits the doorknob.

'' No ! I am not watching you walk out that door again, '' he growls. He grabs her arm and spins her toward him. `` I ca n't watch out you leave. ``

His backtalk crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her back into the door. He takes vantage of her surprised pant and slips his clapper into her backtalk. His hands find her wrists and he pins them over her head, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

flack ignites between them almost instantly as ira and hurt flash over into passion.

Her shock fade quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him back just as desperately as he kisses her. Her body moves restlessly under him, her leg sliding around his as she struggles to get closer.

He releases her carpus and runs his hands down over her body to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her ramification around his waist with a soft moan at the same time as she wraps her subdivision around his neck.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he presses hot kiss over her grimace and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his spit motion-picture show over her earlobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``

'' Sam ... '' She drags his mouth back to hers, tangling her fingers in his hair.

Balancing her against the room access, he reaches for her t-shirt and drags it over her head. His hands are everywhere as his mouth continues its greedy exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her pop beside it.

Her hands are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her workforce beneath. The flavour of her gentle hands against his stomach adds to the Hell already burning inside him. He reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

inclination into her, he pushes her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid bridge player and his mouth is drawn down over her bid skin to her breasts.

As his backtalk closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his name. He rakes his dentition over the mammilla, following it with a swipe of his spit. His hired man slip over her ribs, holding her still as he lays a devastating itinerary over her body.

This is n't his usual sweetness and tender, your body is a wonderland way. It 's rasping and tempestuous and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to make her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making incoherent phone. Her hands slide over him, fingerbreadth digging into his arms as his hot mouth scorch over her stomach.

He undoes her blue jean, dragging them and her pantie down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an in of her consistency as he goes. By the time he reaches the bender of her hip, she 's panting and moaning.

'' Sam, please, '' she moans, trying to tug him over her, urging him to take her.

He ignores her pleas, purport on making her look everything. feel all the things he 's been trying to tell her for so long. All the thing he felt while she was gone.

Fingers tight on her hip joint, his oral fissure finds her kernel and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing body and harsh auditory sensation pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the auditory sensation she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated whimper makes him smile darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deep cerulean optic flutter open as she looks for him.

He strips his remaining clothes off and returns to her. Her legs immediately slide around him, murmuring his epithet over and over.

Stroking the hair from her face, he calls her name, waiting for her eyes to spread again. When they finally meet his, he almost overwhelm in them. Holding her regard, he joins them swiftly, burying himself deep inside her.

Tangling his digit with hers, he pushes her arms over her head, design on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his gait and the profundity of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to reject the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, lip by her ear. `` No more running, Cal, '' he murmurs, phonation tight with emotion. Pulling back, he finds her gaze. `` I need you in this with me all the way. ``

She wraps a leg around his waist, urging him closer. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are blue with Passion, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her gasp with his rima oris. `` Tell me, '' he demands, back talk ghosting over hers.

'' Sam, '' she whimpers.

'' William Tell me, Callie, '' he growls.

'' I ... I ..., '' she murmurs, eye glowing now, `` I need you. I need to be with you. ``

He kisses her deeply, his tongue moving in time with his body. He speeds up, feeling her body starting to clench around his. Dipping his head, nearly breathless with need, his dentition scrape at her shoulder.

She calls his name brokenly as she falls over the sharpness, shuddering beneath him.

Her tight passion pulsing around him pushes him over right behind her. He groans and collapses onto her, breathing hard.

Her hands drift over the back of his head word and down over his shoulder. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his arms. Her head drop cloth to his shoulder joint, her hand curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace little circles on his hide. `` I 'm lamentable I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

He tightens his arm around her, but does n't reply.

Taking a bass breathing space, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so long ... '' She stops there. She starts to scoot away from him, but he 's ahead of her this time.

He rolls her onto her backrest, pinning her down with his body. `` What did I say about no more run ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

Her eyes match his and then scuttle away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.

He strokes her cheek, trying to draw in her back. `` sister, you do n't have to alter for me. I want you just the way you are. ``

She squirms uncomfortably. She finally meets his gaze and he can see the uncertainty written there.

'' I just call for you to trust me. Trust my feelings for you. '' He feathers a light kiss across her lips.

She stares at him for a moment. `` I do trust your feelings, Sam, '' she whispers. Her regard drifts down and she brushes her quarter round across his broken lip. `` It 's mine I do n't trust. ``

His heart flavor like it 's going to beat its way right out of his chest. He does n't want to press her foster tonight. It 's enough that she 's here.

He presses diminutive kisses along her forehead, down over her face. `` Let 's just take it one day at a fourth dimension, huh ? ``

She looks up at him, a minuscule shy, a picayune tentative. After a bit, she smiles.

inclination close, he gives her a tender kiss. `` You 're worth the wait. ''