Callie couldn't get him out of her head. She didn't know what it was about him but he just seemed…familiar. Which was weird because she was certain that she would remember such a good-looking man. Dean. The name echoed around her brain. There was something there, something just out of her grasp. That wasn't anything new though. Ever since the attack on her over a years ago, she had massive gaps in her memory. Five years worth if she was being honest. But if he was someone from her past surely he would have said something?
But he thought she was someone else? Could it be?

Callie was looking forward to a long hot bath. It had been a long couple of weeks and her hot water system at home was on the fritz. She had feed and changed Lucas into his pyjamas an hour or so ago and it was time for her to relax and ease her aching body. She loved nursing. It was a passion but lately it had felt like she was missing something. She felt that she could be doing something more, something more…something different. The attack on her over a year ago had left gaps in her memory and her body disfigured for life. The scars didn't bother her as much as she thought they would. Most of them could be hidden and those that were visible were white and could almost be covered by makeup. The doctors were amazed at how far she had come. Being a nurse herself, she too was surprised on how the scarring had healed so well so quickly. Not that 18 months was quick but still, she considered herself lucky that the ones on her face, as vain as the thought was, were barely visible. She still ad a small limp that became more obvious the longer she was on her feet and a small hole in her heart where she knew she was still grieving the loss of life in her unknown baby. She shook her head. Not a good thing to think about now. She had received a far amount of looks and questions about the scars but now, having accepted what had happened and slowly moving on towards healing she felt much better about them. They were symbols of how strong she was. She just wished that she could remember what had happened.

Going through her stuff after coming home, she found bits and pieces that made no sense. She found a Demonology degree in her office completed four years ago that she had no memory completing and no understanding of why she would have it. Demons and the supernatural didn't exists. It seemed like a stupid degree to have. There were men shirts and a old hunting jacket in her wardrobe that held a strong earthy smell. She could vaguely remember someone important but as soon as she though to hard on it, the memory would fade. It made her sad, knowing that there obviously had been someone important in her life but that someone had not come forward when she was attacked and hadn't shown up in the 18 months since. Was the mystery man the father of her baby? Their relationship had to be serious if he was leaving clothes at her house and clearly he was some sort of hunter if the guns and knives that were hidden in the drawers and in a box under the bed. He obviously lived there with her so why hadn't he stepped forward. There had been no pictures of the mystery man around the house, which confused her even more. Maybe he had died in a hunting accident? She shook her head. It was late, she was tired and for some unknown reason Dean had brought forward all these confusing thoughts. He is just a good-looking stranger with a hero complex. Whatever it's nothing. Damn those jeans look god though. Shaking her head, she sighed again and made her way to the bathroom and a long awaited bath.

As she walked past Lucas's room she noticed the light was still on. Poking her head in she sighed upon seeing him colouring.
"I thought you were supposed to be in bed buddy?" She asked softly coming over and stroking his hair. He worried her. The things he drew; like the dark swirling spiral he was drawing now worried her. She kissed the top of his head and picked him up.
"You worry me buddy. You are worrying everyone." She laid him down and stroked his hair. "But you know that we will be here whenever you are ready to talk and we will listen happily." She kissed his forehead. "I do love you little buddy." She sat there for a little while longer, stroking his hair and lost in thoughts as the little boy slowly fell asleep.

After an awkward talk with Jake and being founded out as fake agents, Sam and Dean had been slowly making their way out of town. They were waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. Dean was lost in his thoughts. The case didn't feel finished to him. There was something that they were missing. That and Callie. Callie. His sweet kind sugary Callie. She was still the same person. A little more withdrawn but still the same. Seeing her opened a whole world of emotions that he had been steadily trying to push down and keep away. Did he want to leave her again? Was it safer this way?

"Green." A voice interrupted his thoughts.
"What?" Dean turned to his brother.
"The light? It is green. It normally means go." Sam said sarcastically. Dean didn't even have the heart to tell him to shut his pie hole. There were too many thoughts rattling around his skull. Making a decision, he turned right.
"Interstates the other way." Sam said.
"I know."
"But the job is over? If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam waved his hand around, frowning and trying to work out what was going through his brothers head.
"I'm not so sure."
"Is this about the car or the chick?"
"What?" Dean looked at Sam.
"The chick? Andreas friend? Katie…"
"Callie." Dean automatically corrected.
"So it is about her?" What is with her that has you so fascinated?"
"Look, it's got nothing to do with Callie and mostly to do with my gut. I honestly don't think this case is over. I don't know why but I just feel it's not. What if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?" What if Callie gets hurt some how?
"Why would you think that?" Sam asked honestly confused.

"Because that kid? Lucas? He was genuinely scared."
"That's what this is about?" Sam tilted his head.
"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean wished Sam would drop it.
"Yeah right, and it has nothing to do with the pretty black head. Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" he teased.
"Shut your face." Dean said.

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The bathtub is mostly full and Callie tested the water with one hand. She was so excited to just sit back and relax now that Lucas was well and truly asleep. Poor little thing. She took off her clothes and stepped into the hot water. She sighed as she leant back and let the heat sink into her body. This is what she needed. That, and to stop thinking about the mystery stranger. Goddamn it he just kept plaguing her brain. What was so bloody special about him? With closed eyes, she grabbed a wash cloth and began washing her body. A eering heavy feeling suddenly went through her body. She opened her eyes and screamed. The entire water was a dark murky brown. She screamed again and began to climb out of the tub only to find that she couldn't move. Taking a large breathe to scream again, she was suddenly dragged completely under water. Using her fear to help strengthen her she managed to pull her head out and take a breath before whatever was in the bathtub pulled her under again. She tossed and turned under the murky water, fighting the invisible force trying to drown her. Fear rose steadily within her. All she could think about was that she had to get out to save Lucas. Whatever this was, it was a lot stronger than her.
"Dean!" she screamed out before she was dragged back under the water.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam frowned. Dean shook his head. He knew Andrea was at the hospital but Callie was here and since she was best friends with Andrea, she might know some information. Well…that's what he was telling himself. Any chance to spend time and see her was alright in his books. He raised his fist and knocked loudly. Lucas answered the door, looking pale and shaking with fear. Dean's stomach sank.

"Lucas? Lucas! What is it? Where is Callie?" Dean barked. Lucas took off towards the stairs and the brothers followed him. They got to the top and noticed water flooding out from under a door. The bathroom. Callie! Dean's heart sped up. Oh god please don't let her be dead. He begged whoever was listening. Lucas starts pounding on the door again. They heard a loud scream and that was all it took. Dean pushed Lucas over to Sam and kicks in the door. There was no time for being nice, not when his girlfriend was in trouble. He felt Lucas try and grab him but Sam reached out and held the child close. Dean ran into the flooded bathroom, heart pounding wildly. He reached over and stuck his arms in the bath and wrapped them around the body of Callie, trying to pull her out. Her head broke through the surface and she gasps in a large breath before she is pulled back under.
"Not Callie you son of a bitch!" Dean spat before placing his feet against the tub and pulling with everything he had. Callie broke through the surface and he managed to pull her completely out. They fell to the floor in a wet heap. Callie began coughing up water. Dean held her close even though he knew she needed space to breath. He almost lost again.
"It's ok baby. I got you. You're safe sugar you are safe. I promise. It's okay sugar, I am here." he kept whispering over and over. She took a shuddering breath and looked up at him.
"Dean?" She asked before coughing again. He held her closer.
"I'm right here sugar. It's okay. You are safe now." He kissed the top of her head as she curled herself into his chest. She was alive and ok. That meant the entire world to him.