"We could wait until morning," Callie yawned out, looking over at Dean, who was driving. Dean grunted and shook his head slightly."I don't want to. Besides, we'e have to find a place to stay for the night if we don't just stroll on now."Dean gave her a glance. Callie weighed the options in her head. Option One: wake up Sam and leave with him being all pissy.
Option Two: Spend a couple hundred at some sleazy motel. And being a hunter wasn't exactly a high paying job, either. What you didn't earn from hustling you stole from the government.
"Let's just hope that Sam doesn't have a roommate."Callie said. Dean shrugged."Doesn't matter. I've just started to get a lead on Dad, and there's no time to waste."Callie had gone through the same thing when her father disappeared.
"Ok. But since it'll be like one in the morning when we get there, I'll be the one picking the lock."Callie was a very skilled lock-picker. She could pick something as simple as a door in a matter of seconds. She could also crack a safe, if need be.
It was all the the wrist.
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Dean and Callie arrived at Sam's apartment building around one in he morning. The streets and other buildings were dead quiet, and the Impala's loud roar didn't quite help it. They quickly got out and ahut the doors."Looks like Sam's livin' a good life," Callie muttered to herself.
Dean heard and sent her a quick glare. Dean knew that he was okay, since he often checked up on Sam... and Callie, as well."Let's get started." He said.
Dean bolted up the staircase, leaving Callie to trail behind him. As soon as they reached his door, Dean stopped."Move," Callie said, taking out a simple hair pick. Dean glanced at her, then at the window five feet away.
Callie caught onto this."You'll wake up the other neighbors. Just let me pick the -" Dean was already inside. Callie heard a loud crash, then lock picked the door. She closed the door firmly behind her and looked into the darkness. From what she could tell, Sam does have a roommate... either that or he's secretly a cross dresser. But growing up with Sam, she wouldn't pick the latter.
Soon she heard loud grunts, crashes, bangs, and the occasional cry out. She started to look around for the lights."Whoa, easy tiger." She heard Dean say."Dean?" Sam's confused voice called out."You scared the crap outta me!" Dean chuckled."That's because you're out of practice," a few grunts later and Dean laughed.
"Or not. Get off me," Callie's finger found the light switch. A startled Sam looked at her."Callie?" She nodded. "Telegram!" She said happily. Sam shook his head and turned back to Dean."Dean, what are you doing here?" "Well, I was looking for a beer."Dean clasped his hands around the hem on Sam's shirt playfully.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked more seriously."Ok, we've got to talk."Sam snorted."Ah, the phone?" Dean raised an eyebrow."If I had called, would you have picked up?" Dean was right; Sam probably hadn't spoken to his family in a while. Callie often wondered why nobody ever called her...
"Sam?" Callie turned to the long legged blonde that stood in the archway of the kitchen."Jess, hey," Sam said."Dean, Callie, this is my girlfriend Jess." Sam said, his eyes darting from Dean to Callie. "Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asked, a small smile on her face.
"I love the Smurfs," Dean said, commenting on Jess's low cut nightshirt."You know, I gotta tell you that you are completely out of my brother's league."Jess quirked an eyebrow and then glanced at Callie. Callie shrugged with a nod. Sam never really dated much, and he didn't sleep around a lot like Dean does.
He was the softer, more sentimental side of the two brothers."Just let me go put something on," Jess said, backing up a bit."No,no, I wouldn't dream of it," Dean said, not taking his eyes off of Jessica."Seriously," he finished.
"Anyway, we've got to borrow Sam for a minute to talk about some important stuff." Callie said, walking from her spot to Sam."No." Sam walked away and snaked his arms around Jessica's waist.
"No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."He then looked from Dean to Callie."Okay. Sam, your dad's been gone for a couple of days."Callie replied."So he's working overtime on a midnight shift, he'll stumble back home in a few days."Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days."Dean said. Sam looked from his brother to Callie again, worry etched on his face.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."
"I mean come on, you can't just break in , in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you."Sam said as they trudged down the stairs."He did with me," Callie muttered, almost inaudible. "You did that to Callie,too? Dean, what the hell?"
"You're not hearing me Sammy. Dad's missing and I need you and Callie to help me find him." "Remember the poltergeist in Amherst or the Devil's Gates in Clifton; he was missing then, too. He's always missing and he always fine." They stopped at the bottom of the staircase, both looking at each other. "But never this long. Now are you going to come with us or not?"
"I'm not."Sam said simply."Why not?" Dean asked in total confusion."I swore I was done hunting. For good."Callie then stepped in."Sam, we know that it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad. I'm coming back in the game- for your dad." She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah," Sam said, seemingly softened by Callie's motherly touch. They started to wall again."When I told Dad that I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.""What was he supposed to do?" Dean asked, stopping in his tracks. "I was nine years old; he was supposed to say," Don't be afraid of the dark."."
"Don't be afraid of the dark, what are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there!" "Yeah, I know. But still, the way we grew up after Mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her; but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we find,"
"We saved a lot of people's lives doing it,too."Dean said, a cocky smile on his face."You think Mom would've wanted this for us?"Sam asked. Dean opened the door of he building and walked out."The way we've been training and melting the silver bullets, man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
"What are you going to do, you gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?"Dean asked, leaning against the Impala slightly. Callie knew that Sam was close to cracking. She was starting to live a normal life, but hunting with her 'family' made her feel safer. Stronger."No not normal; safe." Sam huffed, glaring a bit at Dean."And that's why you ran away?" He 'pffted' to himself."I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I were going to go that I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."
"Dad's in real trouble right now," Callie said, looking up at Sam."Me and Callie can't do this alone," Dean said."Yes, you can." Sam said, narrowing his eyes."But we don't want to."Callie replied. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared up at him. She remembered when she could convince Sam to do anything with her puppy dog eyes. As she worked her magic on him, he turned away, a slight pink color coming to his cheeks."What was he hunting?"