Pleasure Principle (Supernatural Fic Sam/OC)

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

She snickers and reaches for the phone. “Hello?” 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 clothing. “Ok, where are we going?”

She doesn’t stop moving, barely even casting him a glance as she replies, “Not we, Sam, me.”

He stops and stares, boot hanging from his 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 door. “No, Sam, I’m going.”

When she reaches the door, she turns back to him. He can’t read what’s in her eyes 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~~~

Walking into the motel room, Sam kicks the door shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his Coke on the table, he spots the message 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 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 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 tone is warm and friendly, but that’s lost when she comes back.

“So, um, if you want to meet back up, just call me and let me know 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 doesn’t know what to think. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he doesn’t hear from her for more than a day, then when she does call, she’s with someone else.

He paces the floor slowly, frown building. That must be why she didn’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. He doesn’t want to lose her like this, but he doesn’t understand what’s going on with her.

He picks up the phone and punches up her number in his contacts. But he doesn’t connect. He tosses the phone back on the table and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the small motel 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 don’t talk to her,” she says sharply, “I will.”

His head snaps up, eyes wide. “You wouldn’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 heart to see you like this, Sammy. You need to talk to her.”

When his eyes meet hers this time, he can’t quite hide the tears. “I can’t. She left. With barely a word. Just hopped out of our bed and took off.” He swallows.