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

She snickers and scope for the headphone. `` hi ? '' 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 pulls on his own wear. `` Ok, where are we going ? ``

She does n't turn back moving, barely even casting him a glance as she replies, `` Not we, Sam, me. ``

He stops and stares, charge hanging from his hand. `` What ? No, not by yourself. ``

She zips the duffel and throws it over her articulatio humeri. `` Yes, by myself, '' she says coolly. `` You remember I was a hunter for close to ten geezerhood 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 door. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

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

'' I 'll call up you when I 'm done. If you want ... ''

And with that, she 's gone.

Sam collapses back on the edge of the bed, one-half dressed, still holding his boot, staring at the door with a stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

walk into the motel elbow room, Sam kicks the door shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his Coke on the tabular array, he spots the subject matter notifier on this phone. For a moment, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more than 24 hours. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to heed to the message.

'' Hey, Sam, it 's Callie, '' her voice says. It sounds like she 's outdoors ; he can find out car whizzing by in the ground. Her tone is odd. A piddling 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. He hears her whisper something about being done in a s and he should start without her. Her tone is warm and well-disposed, but that 's lost when she comes back.

'' So, um, if you want to run into back up, just cry me and let me have a go at it 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 think. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a Scripture, he does n't get wind from her for more than than a day, then when she does hollo, she 's with somebody else.

He paces the floor slowly, lour 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 finger through his hair. He does n't desire 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 identification number in his contacts. But he does n't colligate. He tosses the phone back on the mesa and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the low motel room board when his telephone set 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 supercilium. `` No ? ``

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

Sophia takes his bridge player, squeezing it gently. `` It 's breaking my meat to see you like this, Sammy. You need to lecture to her. ``

When his center meet hers this clip, he ca n't quite hide the snag. `` 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 jump-start to finis. '' 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 ameliorate until you talk to her. ``

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

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

Sophia chuckles. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the last eight time of day. The woman who would n't normally let anyone within ten base of her is travelling with you and sleeping in your bed. Would she chafe with any of that if she did n't like ? ``

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

'' Yeah, sweetie, '' Sophia replies, `` I do. When you find someone you care about, you got ta grab it and have on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but cause you more pain. '' She pauses, her voice thickening a little. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``

Sam scowl. His crony and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each former. He does n't think he could handle the Lapplander 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 farseeing moment before standing and moving to the other position 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 fille out for the first sentence. `` So, ummm, do want to fulfill up ? ``

As Sam speaks, the threshold swing music open to allow in James Byron Dean. Before he can say anything, Sophia shushes him, gesturing toward Sam.

doyen raises an brow in interrogative as he sets their dinner in the board and leans down to kiss her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean grins and takes a rump. `` 'Bout damn time. ``

~~~SPN~~~

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

Taking a deep breathing time, he swings the doorway open. Callie stands on the pavement in front of him, looking like she 's quick to run at any minute. Her eyes waver to his fount and then back to the ground.

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

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

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his arms 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 good deal, he actually has to curl his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to talk first.

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

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

'' Good, '' he replies, angriness seeping into his vox. `` And hey, you had some backup too, so that must have got 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 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 warmly and tea cosy with some guy while you 're leaving me a blasted voicemail. ``

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

'' well, why do n't you tell apart me what it is then ? Please sense 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 fall and he ca n't keep the pain from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to miss you like crazy. ``

Her deep blue eyes peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with binge he 's never seen her drop 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 script 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 watch you leave. ``

His back talk crashes against hers almost brutally as his eubstance presses her dorsum into the doorway. He takes vantage of her surprised gasp and slips his tongue into her mouth. His hired hand find her radiocarpal joint and he pins them over her head, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.

ardor ignites between them almost instantly as angriness 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 torso moves restlessly under him, her leg sliding around his as she struggles to get closer.

He releases her wrist and runs his hand down over her body to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her stage around his waist with a soft groan at the same time as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he presses hot kisses over her brass and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his tongue motion picture over her ear lobe. He feels her frisson. `` 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 hang back it over her promontory. His hands are everywhere as his rima oris continues its greedy geographic expedition of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.

Her hands are fussy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can steal her deal beneath. The feeling of her soft hands against his stomach 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.

inclination into her, he pushes her backrest onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his esurient hands and his mouth is drawn down over her tender skin to her breasts.

As his mouth closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his gens. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His paw slip over her rib, holding her still as he lays a waste route over her body.

This is n't his usual sweet and attendant, your body is a wonderland expressive style. It 's rough and angry and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to establish her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making tongue-tied sounds. Her hands sloping trough over him, fingers digging into his arms as his hot rima oris singe over her stomach.

He undoes her dungaree, dragging them and her panty down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an inch of her torso as he goes. By the fourth dimension 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, spirit on making her spirit everything. Feel all the thing he 's been trying to secern her for so hanker. All the things he felt while she was gone.

Fingers tight on her hips, his oral cavity finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing soundbox and rough sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the sounds she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated wail makes him grin darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deep sapphire eyes flutter open as she looks for him.

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

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

Tangling his finger's breadth with hers, he pushes her arms over her head, intent on controlling this to the end. He starts to make a motion, varying his tread and the depth of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to reject the call of her body, demanding more.

He leans down, oral fissure by her ear. `` No more operative, Cal, '' he murmurs, vocalisation 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 waistline, urging him closer. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are blue with mania, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her pant with his rima oris. `` 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 fourth dimension with his body. He speeds up, feeling her body starting to clench around his. Dipping his school principal, nearly breathless with indigence, his dentition scrape at her shoulder.

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

Her tight high temperature 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 chief and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his book binding, keeping her tight in his weapon. Her head drop curtain to his shoulder, her mitt curling on his chest.

Her fingerbreadth trace little R-2 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 breathing spell, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so prospicient ... '' She stops there. She starts to shoot 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 center fill his and then scurry away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.

He strokes her cheek, trying to overstretch her backrest. `` baby, you do n't suffer to change for me. I want you just the way you are. ``

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

'' I just need you to trust me. cartel my flavor for you. '' He feathers a light buss across her lips.

She stares at him for a instant. `` I do commit your feelings, Sam, '' she whispers. Her gaze drifts down and she brushes her ovolo across his lower lip. `` It 's mine I do n't bank. ``

His heart feels like it 's going to beat its way right out of his chest of drawers. He does n't need to push her boost tonight. It 's enough that she 's here.

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

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

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