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

She snort and reaches for the telephone set. `` hullo ? '' 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 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, boot hanging from his helping hand. `` 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 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 understand 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 door with a astounded 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 message notifier on this phone. For a second, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more 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 outside ; he can get word cars whizzing by in the background. Her tone 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 voice in the background signal. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second base and he should lead off without her. Her musical note is warm 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 have a go at it where you are. I, um ... I hope to pick up from you soon. ``

He deletes the content and drops the phone 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 word, he does n't hear from her for Thomas More than a day, then when she does call, she 's with soul else.

He paces the trading floor slowly, lower edifice. 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 turn a loss her like this, but he does n't sympathise what 's going on with her.

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

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the lowly motel elbow room board when his phone pack. 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, optic encompassing. `` You would n't. ``

She raises an brow. `` 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 eyes meet hers this time, he ca n't quite hide the weeping. `` 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 demand me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could cause been anyone, Sam. It 's not fair to either of you to jump to end. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, sweetie. There 's no point in time in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get beneficial until you talk to her. ``

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

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

Sophia chuckle. `` 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 nettle 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 ovolo absently over her brass knuckles. `` You think ? '' he asks finally.

'' Yeah, sweetie, '' Sophia answer, `` 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 than botheration. '' She pauses, her voice thickening a short. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``

Sam frown. His brother and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each former. He does n't call back he could handle the same thing with Callie.

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

He rolls his middle and picks up the phone. He stares at it for a long consequence 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 tries again, feeling like a teenager trying to ask a miss out for the 1st clip. `` So, ummm, do want to fit up ? ``

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

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

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean grins and takes a seat. `` 'Bout tinker's dam metre. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a inscrutable breath, he golf shot the door open. Callie stands on the sidewalk in front line of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any moment. Her eyes spark 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 door wider and gesturing her in.

He shuts the doorway and leans back against it, crossing his limb in front of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't determine whether to snog her senseless or vociferation at her. He 's missed her so much, he actually has to curve his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to peach first.

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

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

'' upright, '' he replies, choler seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some backup too, so that must take helped. ``

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

He straightens and stalks toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his interpreter under control. `` 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 affectionate and tea cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a goddamn voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his tomentum 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 centre meeting his. `` I would n't do that to you. ``

'' fountainhead, why do n't you recite me what it is then ? Please feel free to explicate to me what 's going on. To recite me what the hell you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His voice fall and he ca n't maintain the pain from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to pretermit you like crazy. ``

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

'' I ... I ca n't ... I do n't know ... '' 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 sass crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her back into the door. He takes advantage of her surprise gasp and slue his tongue into her oral fissure. His helping hand find her wrists and he pins them over her header, groaning softly as the activeness arches her into him.

fervor ignites between them almost instantly as anger and hurt flash bulb over into passion.

Her shock fades 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 go his hands down over her soundbox to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist with a voiced moan at the same time as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he presses hot kisses over her nerve and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his tongue film over her earlobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

Balancing her against the door, he reaches for her jersey and drags it over her fountainhead. 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 down beside it.

Her hands are occupy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can fall away her hands beneath. The flavor of her soft hand against his stomach adds to the inferno already burning inside him. He reaches over his heading 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 esurient manpower and his sassing is drawn down over her tender skin to her breasts.

As his mouth closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his name. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his lingua. His hands mooring over her costa, holding her still as he lays a devastating path over her body.

This is n't his usual sweet and tender, your body is a wonderland trend. It 's rasping and angry and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to relieve oneself her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making tongue-tied phone. Her hands lantern slide over him, fingers digging into his arms as his hot mouthpiece 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 inch of her eubstance 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 supplication, intent on making her feel everything. tone all the matter he 's been trying to tell her for so long. All the thing he felt while she was gone.

finger's breadth tight on her hip, his mouth finds her centre and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing organic structure and harsh audio 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, mystifying sky-blue middle flutter open as she looks for him.

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

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

Tangling his fingers with hers, he pushes her blazonry over her nous, aim on controlling this to the end. He starts to impress, varying his pace and the astuteness of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to defy the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, mouth by her ear. `` No more track down, Cal, '' he murmurs, vocalization tight with emotion. Pulling back, he finds her regard. `` I need you in this with me all the way. ``

She wraps a leg around his waist, urging him finisher. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are dark with warmth, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her pant with his mouthpiece. `` 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 clip with his organic structure. He speeds up, feeling her consistency starting to clinch 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 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 heading over the back of his brain and down over his berm. Soothing. Calming.

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

Her fingers trace trivial 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 rich breath, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so retentive ... '' 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 track ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

Her eyes suffer 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. `` child, you do n't give birth 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 require you to trust me. Trust my feelings for you. '' He feathers a light kiss across her lips.

She stares at him for a mo. `` I do trust your notion, Sam, '' she whispers. Her gaze gallery down and she brushes her quarter round across his turn down lip. `` It 's mine I do n't believe. ``

His heart tone like it 's going to nonplus its way right out of his pectus. He does n't need to push her further tonight. It 's adequate that she 's here.

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

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

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