Callie's heart pounds a mile a minute, waiting for the impact of cold water to hit her skin. But it doesn't. Someone is holding onto her waist tightly, and she looks up to see who her savior is. She sighs in relief when she sees that it's Sam."Thank God," she mutters to herself. She uses one of her free hands to grab onto the side of the bridge. She watches as Sam lifts himself up, and then helps her up.
She then looks around for Dean."Where's he?" She asks, looking down at the water."Dean," she says."Dean!" Sam yells frantically."What?"Yells an irritated voice from below. Callie lets go of a breath that she didn't know she was holding in. Her boys were okay, and so was she.
"Hey, are you alright?" Sam asks Dean, who looks like he's covered with mud."I'm super," Dean says, now lying on his back and looking back up at them. Sam laughs as he stands all the way up. He then looks down at Callie."You okay?" He asks softly. She nods her head a little, still staring into the water. Her eyes were now brimmed with tears, but she fought them back.
Sam crouched down next to her, rubbing her back."You can't be afraid of water forever, Callie Bee. He wouldn't want you to," Callie nodded, now looking up at Sam. It wasn't her fault she was scared of helped her up and they walked over to the Impala, where Dean stood, looking over his car.
"Car alright?" Callie asked."Yeah,"Dean replied, looking around."This Constance chick- what a bitch!" Dean yelled, making Callie shake her head."Well she doesn't want us sticking around, that's for sure." Sam said. Him and Dean then sat on the back of the Impala, and Callie zoned out a little. Her mind went back to when she almost fell into the water. How Dean did go over the bridge. Like her dad did. But the only difference is, Dean survived.
"You smell like a toilet," Sam said. This seemed to bring her out of her thoughts, because Callie laughed. Dean glared up at her."Oh, you think it's funny?"
"I don't think it's funny, I know it is."She replied. Dean stood up casually, then ran after Callie."Ah! Sam, help!" Callie giggled as she ran around the Impala and hid behind Sam, who rolled his eyes."Let's go-"
"Dean, you mother fucker! This isn't even my jacket!" Callie yelled as Dean enveloped her into a big, muddy hug."Whose is it?" He asked suddenly, but didn't let to."It's my friend's. You buttmunching asswipe!" Callie continued to yell profanities as they made their way to a motel. Took them a short while, because the sun was up and Callie was hungry.
•-•
"Damn Dean, you had this shit caked onto me."Callie muttered as she walked out of the bathroom, smelling like vanilla. She was dressed in an over sized X-Men tee and lime green shorts that you could barely see under the shirt. Dean looked up, and seeing this, he smirked cockily at her.
"Don't pretend that you didn't like it."Callie rolled her eyes as she began to dry her hair."Oh, bite me."She muttered. She turned her back to them and looked at the wall, which contained lots of information for various items. She yelped in surprise as Dean bit her neck."I was being sarcastic! She yelled at him as he walked into the bathroom."
"Hey, Callie, come look at this."Sam said, making her turn around."Yeah?" She asked. She walked over to where Sam was standing. In his hands was an old picture of them. John, Callie, Sam, and Dean sat on the back of the Impala, getting their picture taken. Sam was in John's lap, Callie and Dean sitting next to him. Her father took the picture, she remembered.
"Gosh, we're getting old."She joked. Sam cracked a smile."We aren't that old," he replied."We're 22, Sammy. And I feel like I'm 40."Sam looked down at her."Are you feeling okay, Callie? And don't lie to me."
She stared at he picture, letting nostalgia take over her."Callie?" Sam asked, but a little more softly. She looked up and nodded."Yeah, I guess."Sam looked down at her with worried eyes."Callie, if this is about what happened at the bridge-"
"I'm fine, Sam. I'm just tired is all."She said, walking back over and sitting on the bed."I'd better get changed into some real clothes. When Dean gets out of the shower he'll be hungry," Callie said. Sam nodded. He then began to check his voicemails as she changed out of shorts and into regular jeans. She changed her tee to a tank top with her jacket. As soon as she finished, Dean came out and proclaimed that he was hungry.