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

She snort and reaches for the phone. `` Hello ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you sure ? ... Alright, I 'll be there by nightfall. ``

'' 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 affair in her duffle.

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

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

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

She zips the duffle and throws it over her shoulder. `` Yes, by myself, '' she says coolly. `` You remember I was a hunting watch 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 modality, heading for the door. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

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

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

And with that, she 's gone.

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

~~~SPN~~~

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

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

There 's a suspension and he hears a man 's vocalisation in the screen background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should start without her. Her tone is affectionate and well-disposed, 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 phone back on the mesa. Now he really does n't roll in the hay what to think. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he does n't hear from her for more than a day, then when she does call up, she 's with someone else.

He paces the floor slowly, frown construction. That must be why she did n't want 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 digit through his hair. He does n't desire to lose her like this, but he does n't sympathize what 's going on with her.

He picks up the telephone set and punches up her number in his inter-group communication. But he does n't tie. He tosses the telephone back on the table and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the small motel room table when his phone rings. He glances at it before reaching to station the call to voicemail.

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

His brain snaps up, eyes all-embracing. `` You would n't. ``

She raises an supercilium. `` No ? ``

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

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

When his oculus contact hers this time, he ca n't quite hide the tears. `` 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 someone else when she left me that voicemail. Obviously she does n't call for me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could ingest been anyone, Sam. It 's not fair to either of you to jump to conclusions. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, sweetheart. There 's no full point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get salutary 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 care for both of us. She 's got to want this too. ``

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

His eyes drop 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 response, `` 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 Thomas More pain. '' She pauses, her voice thickening a little. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``

Sam scowl. His sidekick and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each other. He does n't think he could plow the same thing with Callie.

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

He rolls his oculus and picks up the phone. He stares at it for a long moment before standing and moving to the former 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 fille out for the first prison term. `` So, ummm, do want to come across up ? ``

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

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

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean grins and takes a seat. `` 'Bout hoot time. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

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

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

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

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his implements of war in front of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't decide whether to kiss her senseless or yell at her. He 's missed her so much, he actually has to curl his finger's breadth into fist to hold on from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

'' Um, fine, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken guardianship of quickly enough. ``

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

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

He straightens and husk toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his part under control. `` You run out of here on some sort 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 strong and cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a deuced voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his fuzz before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to meet back up with me. What the roll in the hay am I supposed to think, Cal ? ``

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

'' well, why do n't you separate me what it is then ? Please feel costless to explain to me what 's going on. To tell me what the pit you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His spokesperson drops and he ca n't continue the pain from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to miss you like crazy. ``

Her trench bluish oculus peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with tears he 's never seen her shed before. She flinches and steps away from him.

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

The stack 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 see you leave. ``

His lip crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her spinal column into the door. He takes vantage of her surprise gasp and slips his tongue into her mouth. His handwriting find her wrist and he pins them over her drumhead, groaning softly as the activity arches her into him.

ardour ignites between them almost instantly as ire and hurt jiffy over into passion.

Her shock slicing 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 lean his helping hand down over her consistence to her merchant ship, lifting her up. She wraps her pegleg around his waistline with a soft moan at the Saame fourth dimension as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Dragging his rima oris from hers, he presses hot kiss over her face and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his tongue pic over her earlobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

balancing her against the doorway, he reaches for her T-shirt and drags it over her head. His men are everywhere as his sassing 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 luxate her hands beneath. The feel of her soft hands against his tum adds to the inferno already burning inside him. He reaches over his brain and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Leaning into her, he pushes her cover onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid hired hand and his mouth is drawn down over her stamp tegument to her breasts.

As his mouth closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his epithet. He rakes his dentition over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His hands slip over her ribs, holding her still as he lays a withering path over her body.

This is n't his usual Henry Sweet and attender, your body is a wonderland style. It 's rough in and wild 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 auditory sensation. Her men slide over him, fingers digging into his arms as his hot lip singe over her stomach.

He undoes her dungaree, dragging them and her panty down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an inch of her body as he goes. By the time he reaches the curve of her hip, she 's panting and moaning.

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

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

finger tight on her pelvis, his sass finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing body and harsh sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the audio she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated pule makes him smile darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deeply azure eyes flutter open as she looks for him.

He strips his remaining dress off and riposte to her. Her stage immediately slide around him, murmuring his name over and over.

Stroking the hair's-breadth from her font, he calls her name, waiting for her eyes to afford again. When they finally encounter his, he almost drowns in them. Holding her gaze, he joins them swiftly, burying himself cryptical inside her.

Tangling his finger with hers, he pushes her arm over her head, design on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his pace and the depth of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to baulk the yell of her trunk, demanding more.

He leans down, mouth by her ear. `` No more work, Cal, '' he murmurs, voice 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 shank, urging him tightlipped. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her centre are night with passion, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her gasp with his sass. `` Tell me, '' he demands, backtalk ghosting over hers.

'' Sam, '' she whimpers.

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

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

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

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

Her tight heating 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 chief and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his backrest, keeping her tight in his arms. Her straits fall to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace little dress circle on his skin. `` I 'm sorry I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

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

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

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

Her optic meet his and then skip away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.

He strokes her cheek, trying to pull her back. `` Baby, you do n't have to switch 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 need you to trust me. Trust my feelings for you. '' He feathers a light buss across her lips.

She stares at him for a consequence. `` I do believe your feelings, Sam, '' she whispers. Her gaze drifts down and she brushes her ovolo across his lower lip. `` It 's mine I do n't trust. ``

His bosom feels like it 's going to beat its way decent out of his chest. He does n't desire to push her further tonight. It 's decent that she 's here.

He presses tiny buss along her forehead, down over her cheeks. `` Let 's just take it one day at a clip, huh ? ``

She looks up at him, a piffling shy, a little tentative. After a minute, she smiles.

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