Pleasure Precept ( Supernatural Fic Sam/Oc )


Callie 's cellular phone hoop, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed.

She snickers and reaches for the telephone. `` 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 things in her duffle.

Sam gets up and twist 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 hand. `` What ? No, not by yourself. ``

She zips the duffle 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 doorway. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

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

'' I 'll cry 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 rush, staring at the door with a stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

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

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

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

'' So, um, if you want to converge back up, just predict me and let me be intimate where you are. I, um ... I hope to hear from you soon. ``

He deletes the message and drops the phone back on the table. Now he really does n't know what to cogitate. 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 someone else.

He paces the flooring 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 whisker. He does n't want to recede 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 contacts. But he does n't connect. He tosses the headphone back on the tabular array 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 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 leave it alone, Sophia. This is between me and Callie. ``

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

When his middle meet hers this sentence, he ca n't quite obliterate the tears. `` I ca n't. She left. With barely a Scripture. 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 receive been anyone, Sam. It 's not fair to either of you to jump 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 well until you talk to her. ``

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

'' Yeah, finely, 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 in conclusion eight hours. The cleaning 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 nark with any of that if she did n't care ? ``

His eyes fall 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 answer, `` I do. When you find somebody you care about, you got ta snatch it and hold on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but cause you more pain. '' She pauses, her vox thickening a little. `` You saw how well that worked for doyen and me, right ? ``

Sam scowl. His comrade 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 Saami 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 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 attempt again, feeling like a teenager trying to ask a girl out for the low clock time. `` So, ummm, do want to play up ? ``

As Sam speaks, the door cut open to intromit James Dean. 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 kiss her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

James Byron Dean smiling and takes a buttocks. `` 'Bout shit clock time. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a deep breath, he swing music the threshold loose. Callie stands on the sidewalk in presence of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any here and now. Her heart waver to his face and then back to the ground.

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

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

He shuts the room access and leans back against it, crossing his implements of war in straw man 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 practically, he actually has to curl his fingerbreadth into fist to keep open from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

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

'' goodness, '' he replies, anger seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some backup 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 ascendance. `` 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 voice mail. ``

He runs a manus through his haircloth 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 eye meeting his. `` I would n't do that to you. ``

'' fountainhead, why do n't you tell me what it is then ? Please feel relieve to explicate to me what 's going on. To evidence me what the hell you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His vocalization drop-off and he ca n't keep the infliction from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to miss you like crazy. ``

Her deep juicy heart 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 know ... '' she whispers as she stumbles toward the door.

The view of her walking away from him is what pushes him over the edge. He reaches her just as her helping 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 look out you leave. ``

His rima oris crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her back into the doorway. He takes reward of her surprised pant and slip one's mind his tongue into her mouth. His workforce find her wrist and he pins them over her oral sex, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

Fire ignites between them almost instantly as choler and hurt flash over into passion.

Her shock 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 articulatio radiocarpea and runs his hands down over her organic structure to her rear end, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist with a flaccid moan at the Saami prison term as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Dragging his rima oris from hers, he presses hot candy kiss over her face and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his glossa picture show over her earlobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

Balancing her against the door, he reaches for her t-shirt and get behind it over her head. His hands are everywhere as his mouth continues its greedy exploration of hers. Stepping back from the room access, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

Her mitt are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her manus beneath. The feel of her piano hands against his abdomen adds to the hellhole already burning inside him. He reaches over his forefront and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

propensity into her, he pushes her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his esurient hands and his lip is drawn down over her supply ship hide to her breasts.

As his rima oris closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his name. He rakes his teeth over the mamilla, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His men slip of paper over her ribs, holding her still as he lays a devastating way of life over her body.

This is n't his usual confection and tender, your physical structure is a wonderland style. It 's rough out and tempestuous and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to bring in her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making incoherent sounds. Her hands slide over him, finger digging into his arms as his hot mouth scorch over her stomach.

He undoes her jeans, dragging them and her scanty down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an in of her torso as he goes. By the prison term 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 need her.

He ignores her supplication, intent on making her feel everything. spirit all the matter he 's been trying to state her for so recollective. All the things he felt while she was gone.

finger's breadth tight on her rose hip, his mouthpiece finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing body and rough sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the border, knows the phone she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated whimper makes him grin darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, rich lazuline centre flutter open as she looks for him.

He strips his remaining apparel off and returns to her. Her legs immediately slide around him, murmuring his gens over and over.

Stroking the tomentum from her case, 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 deep inside her.

Tangling his digit with hers, he pushes her weapon system over her question, design on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his tempo and the depth of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to resist the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, mouth by her ear. `` No more scarper, Cal, '' he murmurs, part 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 mouth. `` Tell me, '' he demands, lips ghosting over hers.

'' Sam, '' she whimpers.

'' William 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 metre with his body. He speeds up, feeling her body starting to clinch around his. Dipping his straits, nearly breathless with need, his teeth scrape at her shoulder.

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

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

Her hands movement over the back of his header and down over his articulatio humeri. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his vertebral column, keeping her tight in his branch. Her head word drop-off to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest.

Her digit trace picayune roundabout 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 dart away from him, but he 's ahead of her this time.

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

Her centre 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 displume her back. `` child, you do n't have to convert for me. I want you just the way you are. ``

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

'' I just ask you to trust me. Trust my intuitive feeling for you. '' He feathers a luminance kiss across her lips.

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

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

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

She looks up at him, a slight shy, a fiddling tentative. After a moment, she smiles.

proclivity close, he gives her a attender kiss. `` You 're worth the time lag. ''
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