Dean opened up the trunk of the Impala, then the secret compartment underneath it. There was lots of weapons, bottles of holy water, and a couple of med kits. "Alright, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean asked himself whole going through everything."When Dad left, why didn't you go with him?"
"I was working my own gig, this- uh, voodoo thing down in New Orleans.""Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Dean looked up."I'm 26, dude." The. He turned back to look for whatever he was looking for. Sam turned to Callie."So, what's been up with you?" He asked. Callie shrugged."Nothing much. But I probably lost my job," she said. Sam gave her a quizical look.
"Ah, here we go." Dean said, holding up some papers."So Dad was checking out these two-lane Tudf just outsise of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy," he pointed to a picture."They found his car. He vanished. Completely MIA." Sam sighed."So maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam suggested."Yeah, well, there was another one in April, another one in December, '04,'03,'98,'92, ten of them in over the past twenty years. All men, all same five mile strech or road.
"Started happening more and more, so Dad went to go look aroind. That was about three weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since, which was bad enough."Dean reached into the trunk and pulled out a cell phine. He replayed the message that he played for Callie. "There's an EVP on that."Sam said.
"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean smiled and shook his head."Anyways, I slowed down the message and ran it through a Gold Wave, and then this is what I got." Callie said, pressing play again.A ghostly, disgruntled voicem came up."I can never...go home..."Callie pressed stop."Never go home," Sam repeated.
"You know in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for anything."Dean said, sitting on the now closed trunk of the Impala. Sam looked away and sighed."Alright, I'll go. I'll help you find him." Dean nodded and Callie smiled."But I have to be back first thing wait here," Sam walked off.
"What's first thing monday?" Callie asked out of curiosity."I have this... I have this interview." "What, a job interview? Skip it."Dean said casually."It's a law school interview. And it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean repeated."Do we got a deal or not?" Sam asked. Callie nodded."Of course. You'll be back in time." Sam sent a grateful nod to her, then walked back upstairs. She then turned to Dean."Try not to blast the music; I want some sleep." She walked by Dean but he quickly grabbed her forearm. "You sleeping okay?" He asked.
Callie nodded gently and pushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear."I fall asleep faster in a car, but I can't drive and sleep at the same time." Dean nodded."I'll try, but no promises."Callie smiled a bit, then actually hugged him. The embrace was tight. She missed hugging him like this."I missed you guys so much, Dino." Dean chuckled."Well, of course you missed me-"
Callie let go and smacked him on the arm."Don't be a jerk," "Me? A jerk? Never!" Dean said, smiling down at her. Callie rolled her eyes and opened the car door."Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dino." She joked. She took her jacket off and climbed into the backseat.
Since she was around 5'5 she fit perfectly in the backseat if she would scrunch into a ball. Sighing, Callie stared into the leather of the seat in front of her. She closed her eyes and waited. One sheep... two sheep...three- she fell asleep, her head rolling to her side.
Dean and Sam got into the car. Dean gently closed his car door, but Sam slammed his."Dude," Dean said, nodding towards the backseat. Sam glanced back and them nodded."She sure sleeps like a baby in cars," Dean nodded."All those road trips and no annoying lip from her."
"Oh whatever. You care for her deeply," Sam said. Dean shook his head as he started the engine, making a huge roaring sound erupt from the Impala."As a sister, sure. But that doesn't mean she ain't hot, cause I'd be lying if I said she was ugly."
"That's not what you told me the first time you got drunk," Sam muttered. Dean raised an eyebrow."What time and what did I say?" Sam shrugged. Dean glared."What did I say?"
"Doesn't matter if you don't like her," Sam said like an annoying little kid. Dean narrowed his eyes."Oh, like you never crushed on her? I recall her being your first kiss, Jackass."Sam rolled his eyes."On a dare, dude."
"Okay, fine, whatever. Off he subject, please."Dean said as he pulled out of the parking lot and moving the the freeway."Okay," Sam said softly.
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"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked, holding up some candy bars and a couple of sodas."No thanks," Sam said, a disgruntled look on his face."Got a Dr. Pepper and candy?" Asked Callie, as if she were a little kid. Dean handed her half of the candy and a Dr. Pepper and she smiled. Callie loved Dr. Pepper. It was her favorite drink, besides whiskey, that is."So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"Asked Sam as he flipped through Dean's cassette tape collection.
God, he needed to update on that."Yeah, well, hunting isn't exactly a pro ball career.'Sides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault that they send us the cards." Sam scoffed."Yeah, and what names did you wrote on the application this time?"Sam asked."Ah..." Dean said the names, but Callie didn't quite hear them correctly. And they sounded weird, anyways.
"Sounds about right. I swear man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.""Why?" Dean asked, looking a little irritated. Even though she liked the music that was on those tapes, Sam was right."Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Blacksaboth, Motörhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock!"
"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole."Dean said, throwing an empty cassette tape back into the box with the others. "What about the backseat?" Callie smirked."Well, you know what they say about the backseat..."Callie punched his arm, making him rub it. "You know Sammy is a chubby twelve year old; it's Sam." Sam said."Sorry, can't hear you. Music's too loud."Said Dean, who turned Metallica up even more.
Callie just rolled her eyes. She placed her Dr. Pepper in one of the cup holders and leaned forward again so she could see both brothers."Twelve year old Sammy wasn't chubby, he was just short."She said with a smile."Sit back," Sam said with a small smile. "Meanie," Callie muttered. "Oh, sorry. Didn't want you to get usO a ticket."Sam said."I bet that I could tall him out of it,"she said, slightly smiling.
Dean raised a eyebrow."Whatever happened to the shy, bookworm Callie that would blush whenever a guy talked to her?" Callie thought for a moment. Had she really changed that much? Sure, she did used to spend a lot of her time reading and drawing, but now she goes to bars and hooks up with guys. Callie bit her lower lip and looked down at her fingers, which were fiddling with a piece of string.
"I guess... I guess that I grew up after Walter."Walter was her first boyfriend. At the age of 16, Callie was convinced that she was deep in love with him. She loved him, even if he was easily angered and pushy."I hate that guy,"Dean muttered. Sam grumbled in agreement."What he did to you? God, I hope he's in hell or something."Dean continued, but kept throwing profanities out.
Callie sighed. The truth was that Sam and Dean didn't know the half of it. They know that he basically jumped her and left her for dead, but they don't know what he did."You both already tool care of Walter, if I do recall."Callie said, crossing her legs and arms.
"Well a broken arm and two broken ribs doesn't compare-" "Can we get off the subject?" Callie asked, interrupting Sam. Sam gave her a sorry look and turned forward."Well, I'm going to call around. See if anybody's seen Dad."
