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

She snicker and orbit for the telephone. `` hi ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you surely ? ... 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 twist on his own clothing. `` Ok, where are we going ? ``

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

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

She zips the duffle and throws it over her shoulder joint. `` Yes, by myself, '' she says coolly. `` You remember I was a hunter for close to ten years 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 door, 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 squall 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 flush, staring at the door with a stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

Walking into the motel room, Sam kicks the doorway shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his coke on the board, he spots the message notifier on this phone. For a moment, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more than 24 time of day. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to hear to the message.

'' Hey, Sam, it 's Callie, '' her interpreter says. It sounds like she 's outside ; he can listen machine whizzing by in the background. Her tone is odd. A niggling contrived. `` I 'm wrapping things up here and I should be capable to get on the road later tonight. ``

There 's a pause and he hears a man 's voice in the screen background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should start without her. Her tone is warm and friendly, but that 's lost when she comes back.

'' So, um, if you want to run across back up, just visit me and let me know where you are. I, um ... I hope to get wind from you soon. ``

He deletes the substance and drops the telephone set back on the table. Now he really does n't know what to retrieve. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a watchword, he does n't hear from her for Thomas More than a day, then when she does cry, she 's with someone else.

He paces the floor slowly, frown building. That must be why she did n't require 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 fingerbreadth through his whisker. He does n't want to lose her like this, but he does n't empathize what 's going on with her.

He picks up the phone and punches up her number in his middleman. But he does n't associate. He tosses the telephone set back on the tabular array and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the small motel room mesa when his phone doughnut. He glances at it before reaching to transport the call to voicemail.

Sophia sighs heavily and throws her pen down on the board. `` 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 eyebrow. `` No ? ``

She would and he knows it. `` Just go out 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 babble to her. ``

When his oculus meet 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 need me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could have been anyone, Sam. It 's not just to either of you to jump to conclusions. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, steady. 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, alright, I care. But I ca n't care for both of us. She 's got to desire this too. ``

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

His optic 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 replies, `` I do. When you find someone you care about, you got ta snatch it and contain on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but cause you Thomas More pain sensation. '' She pauses, her vocalization thickening a small. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``

Sam frowns. 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 handle the same thing with Callie.

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

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

'' Hey, Callie. ... Yeah, I know. I ... ... Would you ... do you want.. '' He clears his throat and try again, feeling like a teen trying to ask a lady friend out for the first time. `` So, ummm, do want to meet 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 supercilium in question as he sets their dinner in the table and leans down to kiss her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

James Byron Dean smile and takes a seat. `` 'Bout damn fourth dimension. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a abstruse breath, he swings the door open. Callie stands on the sidewalk in straw man of him, looking like she 's cook to run at any consequence. Her eyes flicker to his face and then back to the ground.

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

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

He shuts the doorway 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 much, he actually has to curl his fingerbreadth into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

'' Um, amercement, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken precaution of quickly enough. ``

'' secure, '' he replies, ire seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some backup too, so that must have helped. ``

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

He straightens and stalks toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his interpreter under restraint. `` You run out of here on some kind of missionary work 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 up and tea cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a damn voicemail. ``

He runs a hired man through his hairsbreadth before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to meet back up with me. What the fuck am I supposed to think, Cal ? ``

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

'' fountainhead, why do n't you secernate me what it is then ? Please feel free 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 voice drop-off and he ca n't keep the botheration from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to overlook you like crazy. ``

Her deep low eyes peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with tears he 's never seen her spill before. She flinches and steps away from him.

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

The hatful 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 torso presses her spine into the door. He takes advantage of her surprised gasp and mistake his tongue into her oral cavity. His hands find her articulatio radiocarpea and he pins them over her head, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

flack ignites between them almost instantly as anger and suffer flash over into passion.

Her blow fades quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him back just as desperately as he kisses her. Her dead 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 body to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her stage around his waist with a sonant moan at the Same time as she wraps her blazonry around his neck.

Dragging his back talk 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 picture over her ear lobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

Balancing her against the door, he reaches for her t-shirt and sweep up it over her brain. His hands are everywhere as his sassing continues its greedy geographic expedition of hers. Stepping back from the doorway, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

Her hands are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can mistake her hands beneath. The feel of her indulgent script against his tummy adds to the Hell 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 back onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid hands and his mouth is drawn down over her supply ship skin to her breasts.

As his mouthpiece closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his public figure. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his glossa. His hands trip over her ribs, holding her still as he lays a devastating path over her body.

This is n't his common Sweet and tender, your body is a wonderland style. It 's rough and raging and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to stool her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making tongue-tied auditory sensation. Her hired man microscope slide over him, fingers digging into his arms as his hot mouthpiece singe over her stomach.

He undoes her jean, 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 curve 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, intent on making her feel everything. tactile property all the affair he 's been trying to narrate her for so tenacious. All the things he felt while she was gone.

finger's breadth tight on her pelvic girdle, his rima oris finds her substance 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 sharpness, 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, inscrutable sapphire eyes flutter heart-to-heart as she looks for him.

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

Stroking the hair from her font, he calls her name, waiting for her eyes to spread again. When they finally fill his, he almost drowns 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, spirit on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his gait and the depth of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to stand the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, mouth by her ear. `` No more running, 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 passion, but still serious.

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

'' Sam, '' she whimpers.

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

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

He kisses her deeply, his glossa moving in clock time with his soundbox. He speeds up, feeling her trunk starting to clench around his. Dipping his school principal, nearly breathless with need, his dentition excoriation at her shoulder.

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

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

Her hands impetus over the book binding of his mind and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his dorsum, keeping her tight in his arms. Her psyche drops to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest.

Her fingerbreadth trace little circles on his cutis. `` I 'm bad I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

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

Taking a thick intimation, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so farseeing ... '' 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 body. `` What did I say about no more running play ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

Her eyes see 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 pull her back. `` baby, you do n't get 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 involve you to trust me. trust my feelings for you. '' He feathers a Inner Light candy kiss across her lips.

She stares at him for a moment. `` I do trust your impression, Sam, '' she whispers. Her gaze drifts down and she brushes her pollex across his small lip. `` It 's mine I do n't rely. ``

His fondness feels like it 's going to beat its way right out of his chest. He does n't want to campaign her farther tonight. It 's plenty that she 's here.

He presses tiny osculation along her forehead, down over her cheeks. `` Let 's just contain it one day at a clock time, huh ? ``

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

proclivity close, he gives her a bid kiss. `` You 're worth the wait. ''