Callie 's cellular telephone ringing, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed.

She snickers and reaches for the phone. `` Hello ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you sure as shooting ? ... 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 things in her duffle.

Sam gets up and clout 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, thrill hanging from his 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 hunting watch for close to ten geezerhood before I ever met you. And I 'm doing this alone. ``

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

She steps away from his touching, 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 centre and that worries him to a greater extent 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 door with a stupid expression.

~~~SPN~~~

walking into the motel way, Sam kicks the door shut behind him. Dropping the bucketful of ice and his Coca Cola on the mesa, he spots the content notifier on this phone. For a second, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more than 24 hour. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to hear to the message.

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

There 's a interruption and he hears a man 's interpreter in the background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should begin without her. Her flavor is warm and favorable, but that 's lost when she comes back.

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

He deletes the subject matter and drops the phone back on the tabular array. Now he really does n't know 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, she 's with person else.

He paces the floor slowly, frown building. 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 finger's breadth through his tomentum. He does n't desire to lose her like this, but he does n't read 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 colligate. He tosses the phone back on the board and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the small motel elbow room 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 mouth to her, '' she says sharply, `` I will. ``

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

She raises an eyebrow. `` No ? ``

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

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

When his eyes cope with hers this meter, he ca n't quite enshroud 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 ask me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could have been anyone, Sam. It 's not fair to either of you to jump to closing. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, sweetie. There 's no distributor point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get honorable 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 desire this too. ``

Sophia chortle. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the finally eight hour. 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 annoy with any of that if she did n't care ? ``

His eyes drib 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, steady, '' 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 pain in the ass. '' She pauses, her phonation thickening a little. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``

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

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

He rolls his optic and picks up the speech sound. He stares at it for a yearn moment before standing and moving to the other incline 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 girlfriend out for the first time. `` So, ummm, do desire to fulfil up ? ``

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

James Dean raises an supercilium in doubtfulness as he sets their dinner party in the table and leans down to osculate her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

dean grins and takes a hindquarters. `` 'Bout darn sentence. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a deep breath, he swings the room access spread out. Callie stands on the sidewalk in front of him, looking like she 's fix to run at any bit. Her eyes flicker to his side and then back to the ground.

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

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

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his arms in front of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't decide whether to kiss her senseless or shout at her. He 's missed her so often, he actually has to curl his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to spill the beans first.

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

'' Um, amercement, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken maintenance of quickly sufficiency. ``

'' just, '' he replies, anger seeping into his spokesperson. `` And hey, you had some substitute too, so that must let helped. ``

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

He straightens and stalks toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his voice under control. `` You run out of here on some kind of commission 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 fond and cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a goddam voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his hair's-breadth before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to contact back up with me. What the piece of tail am I supposed to recall, 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 assure me what it is then ? Please feel dislodge to explain 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 vocalism drops and he ca n't go along the pain from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to miss you like crazy. ``

Her deep blue eyes 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 have it off ... '' 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 determine you leave. ``

His mouth crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her back into the door. He takes advantage of her surprised gasp and slue his tongue into her mouth. His hands find her wrists and he pins them over her head, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

ardour ignites between them almost instantly as anger and bruise flash over into passion.

Her stupor slice 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 hands down over her soundbox to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his shank with a flabby groan at the same time as she wraps her sleeve around his neck.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he presses hot osculation over her face and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his tongue picture show over her ear lobe. He feels her shake. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

reconciliation her against the door, he reaches for her t-shirt and hang back it over her head. His hand are everywhere as his mouth continues its grasping exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

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

proclivity into her, he pushes her book binding onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid hands and his mouth is drawn down over her tender pelt to her breasts.

As his mouthpiece closes her bosom, she arches toward him, calling his figure. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His hands slick over her rib, holding her still as he lays a crushing path over her body.

This is n't his usual sweet and cutter, your torso is a wonderland style. It 's pugnacious and angry and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to do her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making incoherent sounds. Her hands slide over him, fingers digging into his weapons system as his hot rima oris scorches over her stomach.

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

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

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

digit tight on her coxa, his mouth finds her pith 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 whimper makes him smile darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deep sapphire middle 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 name over and over.

Stroking the hair from her grimace, he calls her public figure, waiting for her eyes to open 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 fingers with hers, he pushes her arms over her head, intent on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his footstep and the profoundness of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to dissent the Call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, mouth by her ear. `` No more move, 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 waist, urging him closer. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are dark with cacoethes, 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 clock time with his body. He speeds up, feeling her soundbox starting to clinch around his. Dipping his head, nearly breathless with motive, his teeth excoriation at her shoulder.

She calls his name brokenly as she falls over the edge, 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 drift over the book binding of his pass and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his arms. Her foreland cliff to his shoulder, her handwriting curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace little circles 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 scoot away from him, but he 's ahead of her this time.

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

Her eyes 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 overstretch her back. `` babe, you do n't have to change 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 commit me. Trust my notion for you. '' He feathers a light kiss across her lips.

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

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

He presses tiny kisses along her os frontale, down over her impertinence. `` Let 's just deal it one day at a clock time, huh ? ``

She looks up at him, a little shy, a slight tentative. After a mo, she smiles.

Leaning close, he gives her a supply ship buss. `` You 're worth the wait. ''