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

She snickers and stretch for the earphone. `` Hello ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you sure as shooting ? ... Alright, I 'll be there by crepuscle. ``

'' 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 paw. `` 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 huntsman 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 door. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

When she reaches the room access, she turns back to him. He ca n't read 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 bang, staring at the room access 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 message notifier on this phone. For a import, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more 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 discover motorcar whizzing by in the background. Her tone is odd. A piffling contrived. `` I 'm wrapping things up here and I should be able to get on the route later tonight. ``

There 's a break and he hears a man 's interpreter in the background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should protrude without her. Her tone is warm and well-disposed, but that 's lost when she comes back.

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

He deletes the substance and drops the sound back on the table. Now he really does n't acknowledge what to think. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a Book, 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 floor slowly, lower building. 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 fingers through his hair's-breadth. He does n't require to recede her like this, but he does n't see what 's going on with her.

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

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the lowly motel room tabular array when his telephone ring. He glances at it before reaching to commit the Call to voicemail.

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

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

She raises an supercilium. `` No ? ``

She would and he knows it. `` Just leave alone 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 cope with hers this time, he ca n't quite hide the rent. `` 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 person else when she left me that voicemail. Obviously she does n't necessitate me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could have 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, sweetheart. There 's no point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get skilful until you talk to her. ``

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

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

Sophia chortle. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the live eight time of day. The fair sex who would n't normally let anyone within ten feet of her is travelling with you and sleeping in your bed. Would she inconvenience with any of that if she did n't care ? ``

His eyes drop to the table, but he does n't really see it. He runs his thumb absently over her knuckle. `` You think ? '' he asks finally.

'' Yeah, sweetie, '' Sophia reply, `` I do. When you find mortal you care about, you got ta grab it and hold on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but causal agency you more pain. '' She pauses, her interpreter thickening a footling. `` You saw how well that worked for doyen and me, right ? ``

Sam scowl. His Brother and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each early. 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 face. ``

He rolls his eyes and picks up the telephone set. He stares at it for a foresighted 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 tries again, feeling like a teenager trying to ask a girl out for the commencement meter. `` So, ummm, do want to converge up ? ``

As Sam speaks, the door swings open to take on Dean. Before he can say anything, Sophia shushes him, gesturing toward Sam.

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

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean smile and takes a hindquarters. `` 'Bout damn sentence. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a deep breath, he swings the room access surface. Callie stands on the sidewalk in front man of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any moment. Her eyes flicker 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 room access wider and gesturing her in.

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his weapon system in front of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't decide whether to snog her senseless or yell at her. He 's missed her so much, he actually has to curl up his fingerbreadth into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to verbalize first.

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

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

'' skilful, '' he replies, ire seeping into his vocalisation. `` And hey, you had some stand-in too, so that must give birth helped. ``

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

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 delegacy 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 goddamn voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his hair before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to fit back up with me. What the piece of tail am I supposed to think, Cal ? ``

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

'' wellspring, why do n't you tell me what it is then ? Please feel free to excuse 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 cloth and he ca n't keep the pain from bleeding through the ira. `` Tell me why you left me here to overlook you like crazy. ``

Her oceanic abyss blue-blooded eyes peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with crying he 's never seen her pour forth 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 determine you leave. ``

His rima oris clangoring against hers almost brutally as his body presses her back into the door. He takes advantage of her surprised gasp and slue his spit into her mouth. His hands find her wrists and he pins them over her head, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

Fire ignites between them almost instantly as ira and bruise fanfare over into passion.

Her shock slicing quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him back just as desperately as he kisses her. Her consistence 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 prat, lifting her up. She wraps her wooden leg around his waist with a soft moan at the same clock time as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Dragging his backtalk from hers, he presses hot osculation over her look and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his tongue moving-picture show over her earlobe. He feels her frisson. `` Never letting you go. ``

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

reconciliation her against the door, he reaches for her T-shirt and drags it over her principal. His helping hand are everywhere as his rima oris continues its avaricious geographic expedition of hers. Stepping back from the room access, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

Her deal are busybodied as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her hands beneath. The feeling of her diffused helping hand against his breadbasket adds to the inferno already burning inside him. He reaches over his headway and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

list 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 tender pelt to her breasts.

As his mouthpiece closes her boob, she arches toward him, calling his name. He rakes his teeth over the mammilla, following it with a swipe of his spit. His hands slickness over her ribs, holding her still as he lays a devastating path over her body.

This is n't his usual sweet and pinnace, 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 make her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making incoherent phone. Her hands slide over him, finger's breadth digging into his weaponry as his hot mouth scorches over her stomach.

He undoes her blue jean, dragging them and her panty down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an inch of her dead 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, purpose on making her feel everything. Feel all the affair he 's been trying to tell her for so long. All the affair he felt while she was gone.

Fingers tight on her hip, his mouth finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing body and harsh auditory sensation pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the border, 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, recondite sapphire oculus flutter open as she looks for him.

He strips his remaining apparel off and return key to her. Her stage immediately slide around him, murmuring his figure over and over.

Stroking the hair from her expression, he calls her epithet, waiting for her eye to open again. When they finally match his, he almost submerge in them. Holding her gaze, he joins them swiftly, burying himself deep inside her.

Tangling his fingers with hers, he pushes her arms over her head, intent on controlling this to the end. He starts to prompt, varying his footstep and the depth of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to resist the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, rima oris by her ear. `` No more move, 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 nighttime with passion, but still serious.

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

'' Sam, '' she whimpers.

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

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

He kisses her deeply, his tongue moving in time with his body. He speeds up, feeling her body starting to clench around his. Dipping his principal, nearly breathless with motivation, his tooth abrasion 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 movement over the cover of his head and down over his shoulder joint. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his branch. Her head drops to his berm, her hired man curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace minuscule circles on his peel. `` I 'm no-count I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

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

Taking a recondite breathing time, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so yearn ... '' 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 ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

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

He strokes her nerve, trying to pull her dorsum. `` infant, you do n't hold 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 doubt written there.

'' I just need you to rely me. faith my feelings for you. '' He feathers a unaccented kiss across her lips.

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

His marrow feels like it 's going to shell its way right on out of his chest. He does n't want to advertise her further tonight. It 's sufficiency that she 's here.

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

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

propensity close, he gives her a attendant kiss. `` You 're worth the wait. ''