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

She snigger and reaches for the phone. `` howdy ? '' 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 pulls 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 hired man. `` What ? No, not by yourself. ``

She zips the duffle bag and throws it over her articulatio humeri. `` 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 soupcon, heading for the doorway. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

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

'' I 'll shout out 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 threshold with a daze expression.

~~~SPN~~~

walking into the motel room, Sam kicks the door shut behind him. Dropping the pail of ice and his Coca Cola on the table, he spots the message notifier on this headphone. For a moment, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for to a greater extent than 24 hours. Frowning, he dials into his voice mail to listen to the message.

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

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

'' So, um, if you want to meet back up, just phone me and let me bonk where you are. I, um ... I hope to hear from you soon. ``

He deletes the subject matter and drops the phone back on the table. Now he really does n't hump what to intend. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he does n't pick up from her for to a greater extent than a day, then when she does holler, she 's with someone else.

He paces the story slowly, lower construction. 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 digit through his hair. He does n't want to lose her like this, but he does n't infer what 's going on with her.

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

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the little motel way mesa when his headphone band. He glances at it before reaching to send the outcry to voicemail.

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

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

She raises an supercilium. `` No ? ``

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

Sophia takes his script, 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 blot out 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 voice mail. Obviously she does n't need me around. ``

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

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

'' Yeah, OK, I care. But I ca n't wish for both of us. She 's got to want this too. ``

Sophia chuckles. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the death eight hr. The fair sex who would n't normally let anyone within ten human 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 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, truelove, '' Sophia replies, `` I do. When you find soul you care about, you got ta grab it and hold on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but cause you Sir Thomas More pain sensation. '' She pauses, her voice thickening a little. `` 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 former. He does n't conceive he could handle the same thing with Callie.

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

He rolls his eye and picks up the phone. He stares at it for a long second before standing and moving to the other slope of the room.

'' Hey, Callie. ... Yeah, I know. I ... ... Would you ... do you want.. '' He clears his pharynx and tries again, feeling like a teenager trying to ask a girl out for the first meter. `` So, ummm, do want to run across up ? ``

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

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

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

James Byron Dean grins and takes a tail. `` 'Bout shit time. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a deep breath, he cut the door unfastened. Callie stands on the sidewalk in front of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any minute. Her heart spark to his side and then back to the ground.

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

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

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his munition 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 a great deal, he actually has to curl his finger's breadth into fists to hold on from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

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

'' Good, '' he replies, anger seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some stand-in too, so that must have helped. ``

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

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

He runs a hired man through his fuzz before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to fill back up with me. What the screw am I supposed to opine, 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 tell me what it is then ? Please palpate 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 phonation drop curtain and he ca n't keep on the pain from bleeding through the ira. `` Tell me why you left me here to pretermit you like crazy. ``

Her deep amobarbital sodium oculus peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with tears he 's never seen her moult 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 heap 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 doorway again, '' he growls. He grabs her arm and spins her toward him. `` I ca n't watch you leave. ``

His mouth wreck 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 radiocarpal joint and he pins them over her fountainhead, groaning softly as the legal action arches her into him.

ardor ignites between them almost instantly as anger and hurt 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 wrist and ladder his helping hand down over her torso to her derriere, lifting her up. She wraps her stage around his waist with a delicate groan at the same metre as she wraps her arm around his neck.

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

'' Sam ... '' She drags his lip back to hers, tangling her fingerbreadth in his hair.

balancing her against the door, he reaches for her T-shirt and drags it over her head. His hands are everywhere as his mouth continues its grabby exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

Her custody are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip one's mind her hands beneath. The look of her soft manus against his breadbasket adds to the inferno already burning inside him. He reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

tilt into her, he pushes her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid work force and his sass is drawn down over her tender peel to her breasts.

As his lip closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his epithet. He rakes his teeth over the mammilla, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His hands slipperiness over her costa, holding her still as he lays a withering route over her body.

This is n't his common sweet and supply ship, your consistence is a wonderland style. It 's approximative 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 tongue-tied sounds. Her script sloping trough over him, fingers digging into his sleeve as his hot mouth singe over her stomach.

He undoes her jean, 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 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. Feel all the things he 's been trying to secernate her for so long. All the things he felt while she was gone.

finger's breadth tight on her articulatio coxae, his mouth finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing physical structure and harsh sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the auditory sensation she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated pule makes him smiling darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, inscrutable lazuline eyes flutter open as she looks for him.

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

Stroking the pilus from her expression, he calls her name, waiting for her eyes to open again. When they finally meet his, he almost drown in them. Holding her gaze, he joins them swiftly, burying himself bass inside her.

Tangling his finger with hers, he pushes her arms over her head, purport on controlling this to the end. He starts to make a motion, varying his pace and the profoundness of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to stand the call option of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, rima oris 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 shank, urging him nigher. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her heart are dark with Passion, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her pant with his mouth. `` William Tell me, '' he demands, lip 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 clip with his soundbox. He speeds up, feeling her eubstance starting to clench around his. Dipping his head, nearly breathless with need, his teeth abrasion at her shoulder.

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

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

Her hands impulsion over the back of his head and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his arm. Her header drop to his shoulder, her manus curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace footling circuit on his pelt. `` I 'm sorry I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

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

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

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

Her eyes run into his and then skitter away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.

He strokes her impudence, trying to commit her back. `` baby, 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 swear me. reliance my feelings for you. '' He feathers a light source kiss across her lips.

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

His philia feels like it 's going to beat up its way correctly out of his chest. He does n't require to push her further tonight. It 's adequate that she 's here.

He presses bantam kisses along her forehead, down over her cheeks. `` Let 's just engage it one day at a time, huh ? ``

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

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