Callie 's cubicle doughnut, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed.

She snickers and reaches for the phone. `` how-do-you-do ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you indisputable ? ... 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 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 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 yr 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 room access. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

When she reaches the door, she turns back to him. He ca n't take what 's in her heart 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 stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

walk into the motel way, Sam kicks the doorway shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his Coke on the table, he spots the message notifier on this telephone set. For a second, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for to a greater extent 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 hear cars whizzing by in the background. Her flavor is odd. A little stilted. `` 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 voice in the background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should start without her. Her feeling is warm and friendly, but that 's lost when she comes back.

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

He deletes the content and drops the telephone set back on the mesa. 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 find out from her for more than a day, then when she does call, she 's with person else.

He paces the floor slowly, glower building. That must be why she did n't need 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 pilus. He does n't want to lose her like this, but he does n't understand what 's going on with her.

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

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the pocket-size motel room mesa when his phone band. 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 all-encompassing. `` You would n't. ``

She raises an eyebrow. `` No ? ``

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

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

When his oculus forgather hers this fourth dimension, 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 require me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could have been anyone, Sam. It 's not fair to either of you to stick out to ratiocination. '' 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 respectable until you talk to her. ``

Sam hitches a articulatio humeri. 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 want this too. ``

Sophia chuckles. `` 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 rag with any of that if she did n't give care ? ``

His middle fall to the table, but he does n't really see it. He runs his ovolo absently over her brass knucks. `` You think ? '' he asks finally.

'' Yeah, sweetheart, '' Sophia replies, `` I do. When you find person 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 neck. '' She pauses, her voice thickening a little. `` You saw how well that worked for doyen and me, right ? ``

Sam frown. His pal 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 matter with Callie.

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

He rolls his eyes and picks up the earpiece. 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 endeavour again, feeling like a stripling trying to ask a girl out for the first time. `` So, ummm, do want to cope with up ? ``

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

doyen raises an eyebrow in interrogation as he sets their dinner party in the table and leans down to kiss her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean grin and takes a seat. `` 'Bout tinker's damn time. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a deep breath, he swings the room access open up. Callie stands on the sidewalk in front of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any moment. Her eyes flicker to his expression 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 munition in front 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 a great deal, he actually has to curl his fingers into fist to sustain from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

'' Um, mulct, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken tending of quickly enough. ``

'' Good, '' he replies, anger seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some backup too, so that must throw helped. ``

Her optic 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 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 tea cosy with some guy while you 're leaving me a blasted voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his whisker before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to contact back up with me. What the nookie 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. ``

'' Well, why do n't you tell me what it is then ? Please feel innocent to explain 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 articulation cliff and he ca n't preserve the bother from bleeding through the choler. `` William Tell me why you left me here to miss you like nutcase. ``

Her deeply blue eye peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with tears he 's never seen her cast off before. She flinches and steps away from him.

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

The sight of her walking away from him is what pushes him over the bound. He reaches her just as her hired man 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 consistence presses her binding into the door. He takes vantage of her surprised gasp and slips his tongue into her sassing. His hands find her wrist joint and he pins them over her brain, groaning softly as the activeness arches her into him.

Fire ignites between them almost instantly as anger and spite news bulletin over into passion.

Her shock slice quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him back just as desperately as he kisses her. Her physical structure moves restlessly under him, her leg sliding around his as she struggles to get closer.

He releases her wrists and runs his paw down over her body to her freighter, lifting her up. She wraps her pegleg around his waist with a gentle moan at the Saame meter as she wraps her limb around his neck.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he presses hot kisses over her face and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his glossa flicks over her earlobe. He feels her tremble. `` 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 jersey and drags it over her heading. His hired hand are everywhere as his oral fissure continues its covetous exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

Her paw are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can drop off her hands beneath. The smell of her soft hands against his belly adds to the snake pit already burning inside him. He reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Leaning into her, he pushes her rear onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his esurient hands and his oral cavity is drawn down over her tender pelt to her breasts.

As his mouth closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his public figure. He rakes his tooth over the mammilla, following it with a swipe of his lingua. His hands slip over her rib, holding her still as he lays a devastating route over her body.

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

She squirms beneath him, making incoherent sounds. Her hands slide over him, fingers digging into his blazon as his hot backtalk scorches over her stomach.

He undoes her jeans, dragging them and her pantie down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an inch of her soundbox 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 make her.

He ignores her pleas, intent on making her look everything. Feel all the things he 's been trying to recite her for so farsighted. All the things he felt while she was gone.

digit tight on her pelvic arch, his mouth finds her kernel and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing dead body and harsh sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the bound, 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 sky-blue eyes flutter open as she looks for him.

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

Stroking the hair from her boldness, he calls her name, waiting for her eyes to open again. When they finally receive his, he almost drowns in them. Holding her gaze, he joins them swiftly, burying himself deep inside her.

Tangling his fingerbreadth with hers, he pushes her arms over her heading, design on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his pace and the profoundness of his jab. His jaw tightens as he tries to resist the claim of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, mouth by her ear. `` No more running, Cal, '' he murmurs, spokesperson 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 waistline, urging him nearer. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are black with passion, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her gasp 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 time with his soundbox. He speeds up, feeling her body starting to clench around his. Dipping his point, nearly breathless with motive, his teeth scratching at her shoulder.

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

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

Her hands heading over the spine of his drumhead and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his weaponry. Her foreland drop curtain to his shoulder, her bridge player curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace little circles on his skin. `` I 'm disconsolate 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 prospicient ... '' 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 run ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

Her oculus meet his and then scamper away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.

He strokes her cheek, trying to deplumate her back. `` Baby, you do n't have to interchange for me. I want you just the way you are. ``

She squirms uncomfortably. She finally meets his gaze and he can see the precariousness written there.

'' I just need you to trust me. Trust my touch sensation for you. '' He feathers a light kiss across her lips.

She stares at him for a moment. `` I do trust your intuitive feeling, 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 justly out of his thorax. He does n't want to push her further tonight. It 's enough that she 's here.

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

She looks up at him, a footling shy, a small tentative. After a minute, she smiles.

lean close, he gives her a stamp buss. `` You 're worth the wait. ''