"Callie, who's the new guy that you hired last week?" Damien asks, pointing discretely across the bar at the strange man who showed up out of the blue one day, pretty much begging for a job. Against my better judgment, I gave it to him.

I shrugged, hanging the wine glasses back up on the on rack above the bar. "I don't know much about him, but he keeps his head down and does his work well, meaning he's fine by me. He said his name was Keith." I smiled reassuringly.

When Damien had walked away I rolled my eyes. Of course I knew who he was. It's not like I hadn't heard the angel chatter over the past year. Sam Winchester, the man who unleashed Lucifer, one of the most lethal hunters alive. He was all they could talk about recently, they were very obscure about their plans. An intercepted voicemail was all it took, or so I gathered. One detail switch and Sam did exactly what they wanted him to do. A few weeks later he showed up on my doorstep of all places. Without his brother, the famous Michael Sword.

So when his sad, hazel eyes asked for a job the last thing I needed to do was jump up and down and like curtsy or whatever like I was in the presence of royalty. So I asked him a few questions for posterity and gave him the job. Even though it would bring other hunters here, and probably a whole menagerie of angels and demons, but my heart told me to do it. So I did.

"Callie, I'm done with the floors, am I good to go?" Damien asked, throwing his coat over his shoulders, anticipating my yes. I nodded and smiled one last time, following him to the door and locking it behind him. Not like locks meant anything to the real dangers that were out there and it's not like I could line all of the entrances into the bar with salt every single day, customers might become curious.

I went back over the bar and began wiping down the bottles of liquor. "How's it going over there Sam?" I asked.

He looked up and pushed a few strands of his brown hair out of his eyes. "Fine, I'm almost done with the…" He stopped and waited for a second before speaking. "What did you just call me?" His eyes narrowed.

"Sam," I leaned my elbows on the counter. "That is your name isn't is, Sam Winchester?"

He clenched his jaw and laid his rag down. "How do you know that?" He took a step towards me.

I threw my hands up in the air and backed away. "If you're waiting for my eyes to turn black you can keep on waiting because I am not a demon." Maybe this was not the smartest idea, I mean he's probably a little high strung right now what with the breaking of the last seal. I ran my hands through my short red hair and tried to smile sweetly.

"Then what the hell are you?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Just a girl." Then I thought better, "Just a girl that is tuned into Kiss FM Heaven's Arsenal 24/7."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "You hear the angels?" He asked dubiously.

I nodded and relaxed a little bit. "Constantly. Sam Winchester this, Dean Winchester that, blah, blah, blah. So I decided to do some research on you when I heard about the Profit Chuck and his books. Now he gets an awesome job."

"You think Chuck has a great job?" He asked, sitting down in a chair that looked three sizes to small for him.

"Yeah," I said as I walked around the bar and sat on one of the stools. "Sure he has hideous dreams of the end of all days and knows everything bad that is going to happen ever, but he gets a body guard with it!" Me, I was just stuck out here, praying they would never find out about me, but I guess all of those hopes were shot straight to hell the moment I let Sam through the door.

For the first time all week Sam cracked a small smile, the left side of his lips raising just a little bit. "So how do they not know about you?" He wondered. "They kind of know about everything."

"I really have no clue, I keep a low profile, no one other than you knows that I tap the angels phone lines every day. But I suspect they'll know I'm here now. I did let the Sam Winchester in. They're keeping pretty close tabs on you you know?" I told him, watching his smile disappear and seeing him purse his lips and furrow his brow instead. He really did think it was all his fault.

"They have every right to, I pretty much single handedly started the apocalypse."

I stood up and shook my head walking over to him. He had no clue. "You don't know, you have no idea what they did to you."

This piked his attention, "They? They who?"

"The angels," I answered. "This was not your fault, the Heavenly Host was going to get their battle one way or another and you just happened to be their easiest option." I looked into his eyes which had to be the saddest eyes ever known to man.

"What do you mean Callie?" Sam's chest rose and fell rapidly. I couldn't help but notice that I liked the way my name sounded on his lips.

I threw my rag over the bar and grabbed my jacket, "Come back to my place and I'll show you."

Sam followed and brushed past me on the way out the door, his chest skimming past mine, halting the breath in my throat. I'll admit it, he was hot, really hot. deep eyes that made me want to drown in them, tall and sturdy like a red wood, a chest that was broad enough I could curl up in and hide forever, but this reaction was crazy. I took a deep steady breath and turned to lock the door, closing my eyes and breathing out.

I spun and skipped down the steps to my truck. An old, rusted piece of metal, kept moving by duct tape and pure luck.

"You drive this death trap?" Sam asked, wincing as he opened the passenger door that screeched the entire way.

I patted the roof and grinned, "Yep, Stanley here has been with me since I was sixteen, but he's been on planet Earth since the early 50's."

Sam only nodded, clearly not in the mood to laugh and who could blame him. Why was I even trying to make him laugh?

Fifteen minutes of pure, agonizing silence later we pulled up my driveway to my small farmhouse. It wasn't much, but it was home.

"You live out here by yourself?" Sam eyed me warily, so untrusting.

I nodded, slamming my door and hopping up my wooden steps to a door that was always unlocked.

"You don't lock your doors?"

"You always ask so many questions?" I retorted, rolling my eyes. "It's not like the things I should really be afraid of are worried about little metal locks, right? Oh, watch my salt line!" I said as he looked down quickly and stepped over the salt at the entrance to my house.

"So you do lock up?" Sam gave me another crooked smile, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You sure you're not a hunter?"

I snorted, "I can't pull a demon out of a meat suit with my mind, nor could I kill Alistair with a flick of the wrist, but I could handle my own. I don't practice recreationally though." I said throwing my jacket on the couch.

Sam stood there, looking uncomfortable.

"You coming or what?" I asked, shifting my eyes nervously about the room, trying to look anywhere but at him. "Office is this way." I pointed my thumbs over my shoulder and turned to walk away, praying he would just follow. Thank God he did.

I creaked open the door and heard his intake of breath. I put my hands on my hips and looked around the room proudly. Months of research was plastered to my walls, trying to make sense of the angels' conversations. For celestial beings, they sure gossiped like high school girls. One wall was covered with quotes I remember them saying.

"Zachariah has made the switch."

"Leave Ruby be."

"Sam Winchester will continue with the plan."

"The last seal will be broken tonight."

"Call intercepted, voicemail, voicemail, voicemail."

"Keep Dean away."

And so many others.

Another wall held my assumptions, the way I thought things went down, hypothesis's if you will.

"Callie, you have a roadmap of the apocalypse." Sam spun around in the middle of the room staring at the scribblings.

"I get bored easily." I gave a shaky laugh.

"What do all of these mean?" Sam asked, looking at the things I have heard the angels say.

I took a deep breath, "You might want to sit down for this."

"Callie, tell me." He said sternly, touching a paper that talked about a voicemail.

I sighed heavily and crossed my arms, "Did you receive a voicemail the day the last seal was broken?" He needed to know. It was unfair for him to think he did this on his own.

He nodded slowly.

"Well, from what I could decipher, Zachariah took the voicemail you got and switched it with a different one, to give you a little nudge so you would do their dirty work for them. They wanted the apocalypse to happen, they wanted you to kill Lilith and they weren't going to let you make any different choice. I think they even knew about Ruby and her plan. But whatever, you heard in that voicemail that was so important, it wasn't true. It was manufactured by Zachariah to manipulate you into what he needed you to be." I said in a hurry, gasping for air at the end of my speech.

Sam's brows knit together as he starred at his hands.

I walked forward and bent down in front of him, touching hands that were rough with callouses and scars from the last few years of saving the world one creature at a time.

"I still did it though, I made every wrong choice." He said in a shaky voice.

"With help!" I shouted. "You must have been thinking about turning back, because about an hour before the seal was broken the angels went insane. I had to leave work with a migraine. They were screaming, saying that Dean would get to you, and you would change your mind, which is why he was locked up in a room without doors. Luckily Castiel got to him and let him out, but you need to understand that you are not a monster. You did what you did in the end because the angels pushed you to do it."

I gripped his lifeless hands and looked at his slumped posture, guilt weighing him down, the actual end of the world sitting on his shoulders.

"You are better than this." I said roughly. No way was I going to sit here and let him feel self pity. "You had no clue, what was going on, you didn't know Lilith was the 66th seal and you damn sure had no clue that the angels were jonesing for the end of time. You have to be tough if you want to survive in this world and if there's one thing I know, it's that you are tough. I didn't buy all those freaking awful Supernatural books for nothing." I smiled up at him, letting go of a hand and touching the side of his face, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Something that made my stomach do somersaults.

"You don't think I'm a horrible person?" He asked quietly, sadness wiped from his eyes. Something new growing in them, hope maybe?

I shook my head, "Not at all, I think you were a product of your environment, a piece on a chess board that the big guys upstairs and downstairs placed perfectly. They would have gotten their way eventually, one way or another. You are a good person, in here." I touched his chest, right above his heart. I had watched him all week, face set in a grimace that showed his pain. He was not what they wanted him to believe.

"You don't know all of it…"

"Oh, I really do," I interrupted. "I know all about the demon blood and the freaking mojo you had going on. But you are no more a freak than I am."

"You know all of this and can still look at me like that?" He reached out and touched my neck.

"Like what?" I questioned, tilting my head, so his fingers could slide up and down the skin there, fighting the urge to close my eyes and sigh in happiness.

"Like you care for me." His thumb ran down my jaw and I leaned into the touch.

I had studied him for months, gotten to know him from the poorly written novels, listened to his life blasted on loud speaker in my head every morning, afternoon, and night, researched day and night, just trying to understand.

"I do care for you. It's just strange that the real person sitting in front of me, turns out to be better than the one I had pictured in my head." My breath was coming out in shallow gasps, but so was his.

Sam's fingers ran up into my cropped hair and tugged slightly. He slid off of the chair onto his knees, level with mine, our thighs touching. This had to totally be breaching some law about having sexy time with one of your employees. He stared into my eyes and parted his lips.

"You are the first truly good person I have met for so long." He whispered.

I opened my mouth to make a sarcastic comment about that time in third grade when I cheated on a spelling test, but he gave me no time. He captured both of my lips between his, which had to be softer than angel wings. He cupped both sides of my face and kept me glued to him. Then he broke away all too quickly.

"This is wrong, I'm not…"

"You're not what?" I protested, sliding my fingers through his hair. "A good person?"

He nodded, letting his arms hang at his sides.

"You would walk through hell for your brother Dean, would do anything for someone if they were in trouble. You are a good person and you deserve the same love you give." He looked away from me, his face contorting into one of self-loathing. "Look at me." I grabbed his chin and tilted it towards me, watching as his mesmerizing eyes looked into my blue ones. "Do I look like I blame you? You or Dean for that matter for the apocalypse? Do you see anywhere in my eyes malice for you?"

Sam shook his head.

"Then stop doubting yourself, you are loved by others, your brother for one, you are cared for…."

Before I could finish, Sam slid down onto the floor and leaned against my desk, pulling me with him, gripping my ass and dragging me over to him so that I was straddling his lap. He slid one hand up to my neck and the other was splayed across my butt. We breathed the same air with heavy inhales, staring at each other. Sam's eyes travelled from my eyes to my lips and then he leaned in bitting my lower lip and pulling it into his mouth, sucking gently. I sighed and nipped back, he smiled against my lips and crushed his to mine, keeping a firm grip on my neck.

I held onto his forearms, feeling the taught muscle beneath his shirt. A shirt that I wanted off. I reached down and began unbuttoning his flannel, which was one of the most difficult tasks, since his tongue began exploring the insides of my mouth. He pushed my lips open and slid his tongue inside, skimming it across mine, making my insides shutter. I finished the buttons and ran my hands up inside the teeshirt he had on, feeling his abdominal muscles, tickling and teasing as I went, enjoying the way his skin trembled. My thumbs dipped inside the waist band of his jeans and I heard him groan in the back of his throat, a sound the resonated inside of my own mouth.

"Callie, do you have a bed?" Sam asked in a husky voice, his fingers halfway down the back of my jeans by now.

"Again with the stupid questions." I teased. "Upstairs, second door on the left." I said softly, rocking back and forth, slowly against the growing length of him I could feel pushed against me through his jeans.

With one swift move, he stood up, picking me up with him, never letting my butt drop beneath his waist. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my gripped his arms that held me up against him as he began to bound up my stairs. I giggled as he slipped and almost missed a step. Sam grinned a grin that made me think he was the most beautiful of all God's creations and slammed through my bedroom door.

"Sorry, it's messy." I said, I wasn't expecting company.

Sam shrugged and dumped me on my bed, letting my legs dangle over the edge. I leaned on my elbows and watched him as he stood in front of me, he winked and took one step back. First he pulled his flannel off, one sleeve at a time, never taking his eyes off of mine. Next he grabbed the collar of his shirt from behind his neck and pulled it up and over his head, musing his long hair. I had no clue how men could pull off a shirt in the sexiest way. He then pulled his shoes off, and socks, and then popped the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down and pulling them off. And there he was the Sam Winchester, almost naked in my room, stripping for me.

He bent down between my legs and pulled me down the bed closer to him. He glanced at me with a wicked grin and kissed the skin right above my black skinny jeans. Sam unsnapped the button and unzipped them, waisting no time in ripping them down my legs.

"Sit up." He growled, pulling my legs around him.

I did as he asked. He pushed my black cardigan off of my shoulders and lifted my Guns n Roses teeshirt up and over my head. His rough fingers pushed me back down on the mattress and then migrated down to the waist band of my underwear. He kissed the insides of my thighs and tickled the sensitive skin right beneath the fabric with his fingers. My breathing had become ragged, I could't stop squirming on the bed. He pulled my underwear down my thighs, over my knees and off of my feet, throwing them behind him.

He slid his body up the bed, over top of me. God, he was so sexy. When he was above me, he grabbed my naked hips and flipped me on top of him, sitting up and pulling me flush against him. I reached behind me and unclipped my bra. Sam grabbed the straps and slid them down my shoulders and tossed the bra somewhere in the room. His hands reached up and cupped both of my breasts. I held onto his chin, dragging his mouth back to me. With his mouth firmly secured to mine I reached down and inched his boxers down his thighs, until he was naked beneath my nakedness. Sam trailed his hand down my body and slid one finger inside of me, making my back bow against his palm flat on my back. With one finger sliding in and out at a slow, torturous pace, his thumb made circles around the most sensitive spot on my body, making me elicit low groans in the back of my throat.

I felt the hardness of him push up against the wetness of me. Sam moaned, leaning his forehead against mine. He pulled his hands away, grabbed my ass, and lifted me up, placing his member right at my opening. "Are you sure you want this Callie?" He asked through gritted teeth. Words no longer seemed to be possible, so I could only nod and watch as his face turned into one of tortured pleasure as he sunk into me.

I tossed my head back and sat there for only a moment before I began lifting myself up and down along him. Feeling him sink in and out of me. Sam had his eyes squeezed shut tight, holding onto my shoulders. I pulled on his hair and bit at his collar bone, he grabbed my upper thigh and flipped me over, so he was right on top of me. He held onto one thigh, grabbed the other and pushed them up towards my chin, thrusting in and out, over and over, until I was a guttural mess of moans and whimpers. I grabbed onto his shoulders and that's when his eyes flashed open. He grabbed my hands and pushed them into the mattress, pinning me beneath him, never once ceasing his thrusts.

I slipped my legs around midsection and pulled him down closer to me, nipping at his neck and jaw line. He made a sound that almost resembled a growl and pushed his lips against mine, intruding my mouth with his tongue. He began to thrust faster, until I felt my insides start to quiver.

"Oh, God." I whimpered against his lips. This spurred him on.

One more thrust and we were both lost. Exploding, my orgasm ripping through every one of my limbs, as I cried out into his open mouth. He collapsed on top of me, never letting go of my hands.

Our breathing eventually slowed until he lifted his head and sat his chin on my chest and smiled at me. A relaxed, smile that I had never seen on him before. I released one of my hands from his and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Sam reached foreward and planted a kiss on my cheek, before lifting himself off of me and rolling up to the pillows at the head of my bed that we never even bothered to use. I crawled up next to him and slid under the sheet beside him. I laid my head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm firmly around me.

"Callie, do you have a phone?" Sam asked, laying his head on top of mine.

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm going to call Dean in the morning." He whispered, his hand tracing lines up and down my arm.

"About time. You aren't cut out for the bar life anyway." I joked, curling up in the crook of his arm.

He laughed softly and kissed the top of my head. "Thank you Callie." He said gently. I nodded and let an arm fall over his stomach, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep with Sam Winchester laying right next to me.

Right before sleep took me, I began hearing the whispers in my head.

"Callie Alexander, Callie Alexander has the gift."

Son of a bitch.