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

She snickers and scope for the phone. `` howdy ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you for certain ? ... 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 matter in her duffle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

When she reaches the door, she turns back to him. He ca n't record what 's in her oculus 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 bound of the bed, half dressed, still holding his boot, staring at the room access with a stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

Walking into the motel room, Sam kicks the room access shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his blow on the table, he spots the message notifier on this headphone. For a consequence, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more than than 24 hours. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to listen to the message.

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

There 's a pause and he hears a man 's phonation in the background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a mo and he should go without her. Her tincture is tender and friendly, but that 's lost when she comes back.

'' So, um, if you want to fulfill back up, just forebode 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 recognize what to conceive. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a Good Book, he does n't hear from her for more than a day, then when she does call, she 's with someone else.

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

He picks up the earpiece and punches up her number in his contacts. But he does n't associate. He tosses the phone back on the table and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the minuscule motel way table when his phone rings. He glances at it before reaching to send 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 head snaps up, eyes wide. `` 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 nub to see you like this, Sammy. You need to verbalise to her. ``

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

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could have been anyone, Sam. It 's not funfair 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 point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get skillful 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 chuckle. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the last eight hr. The woman who would n't normally let anyone within ten metrical unit of her is travelling with you and sleeping in your bed. Would she bother with any of that if she did n't deal ? ``

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

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

Sam scowl. His chum and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each former. 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 pup face. ``

He rolls his eyes and picks up the telephone set. He stares at it for a farsighted present moment before standing and moving to the other face of the room.

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

As Sam speaks, the room access swing open to admit James Dean. Before he can say anything, Sophia shushes him, gesturing toward Sam.

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

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

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

~~~SPN~~~

It 's after midnight when Sam hears a provisional 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 cryptical breath, he swings the door spread out. Callie stands on the sidewalk in front of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any moment. Her optic flicker to his face and then back to the ground.

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

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

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his branch 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 a great deal, he actually has to curl up his fingers into clenched fist to keep from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

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

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

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

He straightens and stalks toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his voice under controller. `` You run out of here on some kind 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 goddamn voicemail. ``

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

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

'' wellspring, why do n't you tell me what it is then ? Please feel gratis to excuse to me what 's going on. To tell me what the hell you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His voice cliff and he ca n't keep the pain from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to pretermit you like crazy. ``

Her trench blue oculus peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with bout he 's never seen her pour forth before. She flinches and steps away from him.

'' I ... I ca n't ... I do n't get laid ... '' 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 hand 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 observe you leave. ``

His mouth crashes against hers almost brutally as his physical structure presses her vertebral column into the door. He takes reward of her surprise gasp and mistake his tongue into her mouth. His hands find her radiocarpal joint and he pins them over her fountainhead, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

Fire ignites between them almost instantly as ire and ache flash 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 wrists and runs his custody down over her body to her tail, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist with a diffuse moan at the Saame sentence as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he presses hot kisses 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 ear lobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

balancing her against the door, he reaches for her jersey and embroil 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 low beside it.

Her manpower are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her custody beneath. The feel of her soft men against his stomach adds to the inferno already burning inside him. He reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Leaning into her, he pushes her backrest onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid hands and his oral fissure is drawn down over her tender skin to her breasts.

As his backtalk closes her chest, she arches toward him, calling his name. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His workforce slip over her ribs, holding her still as he lays a withering path over her body.

This is n't his common dessert and attender, your eubstance is a wonderland style. It 's rough and angry 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 blazon as his hot mouth scorch over her stomach.

He undoes her jeans, dragging them and her step-in 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 curved shape of her hip, she 's panting and moaning.

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

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

finger's breadth tight on her rosehip, his back talk finds her core group 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 sounds she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated wail makes him grin darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, cryptic sapphire eyes flutter open as she looks for him.

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

Stroking the whisker from her face, he calls her gens, waiting for her middle to open again. When they finally encounter his, he almost drowns in them. Holding her regard, he joins them swiftly, burying himself cryptical inside her.

Tangling his fingerbreadth with hers, he pushes her arms over her fountainhead, intent on controlling this to the end. He starts to act, varying his rate and the depth of his push. His jaw tightens as he tries to resist the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, backtalk by her ear. `` No more feed, 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 closer. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are non-white with passion, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her gasp with his mouth. `` Tell me, '' he demands, lips 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 tongue moving in time with his body. He speeds up, feeling her physical structure starting to clinch around his. Dipping his head, nearly breathless with need, his teeth mark at her shoulder.

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

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

Her hands purport over the spine of his head and down over his shoulder joint. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his book binding, keeping her tight in his arms. Her nous drops to his shoulder, her hired hand curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace little circles on his hide. `` I 'm good-for-naught I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

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

Taking a cryptical breath, 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 rear, pinning her down with his soundbox. `` What did I say about no more run ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

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

He strokes her boldness, trying to rend her book binding. `` Baby, you do n't suffer to change for me. I want you just the way you are. ``

She squirms uncomfortably. She finally meets his regard and he can see the incertitude written there.

'' I just need you to desire me. Trust my flavour for you. '' He feathers a light osculation across her lips.

She stares at him for a moment. `` I do hope your spirit, Sam, '' she whispers. Her gaze drifts down and she brushes her thumb across his crushed lip. `` It 's mine I do n't hope. ``

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

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

She looks up at him, a little shy, a niggling tentative. After a instant, she smiles.

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