A routine was now firmly in place between Dean and Callie. Every night she wasn't on night shift, he would call her at exactly 10:20pm and they would talk for hours about anything and everything from her nursing day to his past and present jobs. He was subtly glimpsing over jobs and hunts that she was directly involved in. As much as he would love her to get her memory back, he was also happy to start over. A second chance to find love. Missouri was right. The heart does want what the heart wants. If it meant that she never remembered their past than that was okay. He would accept it. He was just glad that they were talking. On the nights she was on night or double shift which, much to Dean's dislike were quite often, she would call him on every break she had and they would spend the shifts texting silly things and quotes to each other.

Sam thought it was funny that Dean was acting like a teenager and would light up every time his phone went off. Dean had made Sam save Callie's number in his phone in case something went wrong and so far Sam hadn't had the need to message or call her although sometimes Sam did feel a little jealous of the two. But he pushed that aside as it was great to see his brother just relax and smile more. They still hadn't had any leads on John and it was getting to them both. Having Callie not only lightened up Dean but made Sam smile too.

Sam turned to Dean who was smiling at something Callie had obviously written before he put his phone back on his lap.
"Something amusing?" Sam asked. Dean chuckled.
"She is with the Alzheimer's patients tonight. Some of the things that they say to her is freaking hilarious." Dean answered. They were on their way to Nebraska for a hunt involving children. Dean had asked Callie her thoughts on it as both brothers were stuck and she had made the connection to a Rawhead. A Rawhead was apparently a type of monster that went after children and liked to hide in basements. She also found that it could be killed by electricity and made them go and get Tasers. Apparently she had been rather impressed with her research and was incredibly happy with herself. Sam didn't blame her. Her work was fantastic and Dean was right…it was like having a prettier, quicker Bobby around. Dean's phone went off and he looked down at it before bursting out laughing.

"What did she send now?" Sam asked smiling at his brother's deep laugh. Since Callie and Dean had been talking again, his brother was a lot happier and relaxed. He wasn't sleezy to women like he used to be and he smiled more, something that Sam was very happy to see. He liked this relaxed, happy Dean. Callie was great for him. Callie was on a double shift so instead of calling they were texting like teenagers again.

Dean didn't reply, instead handing Sam the phone. Sam couldn't help but burst out laughing. Callie had sent Dean a photo of her holding a hand to her face with a naked old man running off in the other direction over her shoulder. Sam looked at Dean who was trying to get his breathe back.
"Seems like it's a good party then." Sam said. Dean looked over at him and both brothers began to laugh again.
"Message her back. Tell her I am jealous of the frat party that's going down." Dean said as he slowed down his laughter. Sam smiled as he saw that Callie had been saved under 'My Sugar' in Dean's phone. Sam barely had time to put the phone down after sending the message before it lit up again.

It's so wild! People are popping pills, chugging drinks like crazy and pants are being lost. It's so wild that some people have passed out already ;)she messaged back. Sam couldn't help but lose it again.
"Don't leave me hanging dude, what did she say?" Dean asked smiling as his brother was almost doubled over. Sam caught his breath enough to read it out but at the sight of his brother losing it, he couldn't help but double over in laughter. Sure, the text probably wasn't as funny but it was the fact that they were…connecting…laughing together that just felt good. The stress of the hunts and wild goose chasing and Dean losing Callie and Sam losing Jess had made the last few months hard and stressful and it was taking its toll on the brothers. But this, the belly laughs and slaps on the back all because of one girls' messages eased the stress and drew calm over the brothers. Dean's phone beeped again from where it fell in Sam's lap. Sam looked at it.
Wish you could be here though…. Sam smiled and looked at Dean who was wiping tears of laughter away. Yeah…this was the good things in life he had missed.

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Sam should have known better. He should have known from experience that anything good that comes into their lives turns to shit pretty fucking quickly. Turns out Callie was right…it was a Rawhide they were hunting. They had cornered it in a basement where it was keeping two small children. They had managed to save the children but Dean...Sam sighed and looked through the open door of his brothers hospital room.
Dean had done what he does best and took the monster down. Problem was that he also managed to take himself down at the same time. Sam ran a hand over his face. The doctors weren't convinced he would pull through like other times. In fact they had pretty much given Dean a month at the most to live. Sam hadn't told Dean yet. His brother was in and out of consciousness from the electric shock. He sighed. How did he tell his brother that he didn't have long to live?

He ran a finger over his phone screen. He had called John about eight times so far and was yet to hear anything back. Not that Sam expected anything from John. He was a selfish arsehole who didn't care for anything but the hunt. But Sam thought maybe since it was Dean…and Dean being his favourite…he would come running. Obviously not. The arsehole. He sighed and went into the room. He wasn't going to let his brother die. Not like this. Not now he had finally found happiness.

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Callie Winston's day had been long. Exhaustedly long. She had stupidly agreed to cover for Sarah's shift and had so far worked… she looked at the small watch on her wrist…twenty hours and fifty seven minutes straight. She felt like she was living on coffee and fading dreams. She had worked with children for the first six hours and felt that small hole in her heart open ever so slightly. Then she was moved to the ED. The one good thing about these long ass hours was Dean. Just the thought of the hunter made Callie smile. They had been talking for weeks and in her mind, they were growing closer and closer. There was just something about Dean that made Callie feel all warm and fuzzy. They may have only really known each other for a couple of months at the most (Callie refused to count the five months after meeting where they didn't talk) but it felt like she had known him her whole life. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and saw that she had no missed calls or texts.

She was starting to get a little bit worried though. She hadn't heard from the handsome hunter since her last shift two days ago. There was a small bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and she wasn't sure whether or not that was a sign something bad had happened or was going to happen or whether it was just because she missed him. They had been texting back and forth all day. And now it was radio silence. She couldn't help but worry. They were going after a rawhind! What if something happened to them? What if the research she gave them was wrong and they got hurt? She would never forgive herself. What if they got hurt anyway? She closed her eyes and sent a prayer upstairs asking to keep the brothers safe. She didn't know Sam very well and had only talked once or twice when Dean was in the bathroom and Dean told Sam to answer it. He was a nice guy. She bit her lip and prayed harder. Please don't let anything happen to them. I think I could be happy with this man. She opened her eyes and looked at her watch again. It was only a little after two…not a normal time that they called (unless she pulled weird shifts like this one) but she knew that he would never ignore her calls…he hadn't so far. The worry was getting the best of her. She would take a fifteen minute break and call him. Just to ease her mind.

"Callie?" a deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around and saw Dr Browne behind her. Dr Browne was one the more respectable doctors in the hospital and he had yet to slap her arse unlike Doctors Tulle and Grant. "Can I steal you for a second?" She sighed and put her phone back in her pocket.
"Of course Doctor." She said with a slightly forced smile. Dean would just have to wait a little longer.

Two hours later, Callie sighed and leant her head against the cool table in the cafeteria. There had been a sudden rush of patients due to a nasty car accident pile up. Four victims to treat, luckily the worst were a broken leg and a few stitches, and then the families to deal with on top of running around the ED at patient's requests due to the fact that they were understaffed yet again. Doctor Grant had all but demanded (because God forbid if that ass clown ever used his manners) that she stay back until 8 pm. She looked at her watch. 4:30. she sighed and rolled her aching neck. 3 and half hours to go. She pulled out her phone and saw no calls or texts missed. She had thirty minutes to eat and fill her body with coffee before she had to go back to the ED. She was so tired. The next two days off sounded like pure heaven. Sitting up and taking a bite of the rewarmed Chinese left overs she had brought from home, she ran her thumb over the call button. She had to check in. Had to see if they were okay. The worry was gnawing at her.

Before she could press the green button her cell lit up with an unknown number. Frowning, she swallowed her mouthful and answered.
"Callie Winston speaking." There was silence on the other end.
"Hello?" still silence.
"Listen here buddy; I am not a huge fan of the stalkerish heavy breat…"
"Callie?" a soft voice came through. She felt that bad feeling in her stomach deepen.
"Yes?" She asked praying it wasn't who she thought it was.
"It's Sam. Sam Winchester? Dean's brother." The soft voice said confirming her worst fears.
"Sam?" She asked. "What happened? Are you ok? Where is Dean?" she couldn't help the rapid questioning. Sam never called her. They weren't as close as her and Dean. Why wasn't Dean calling her?
"Callie…Dean's been hurt. It's real…it's bad and I don't know what to do." Sam trailed off and Callie heard a small sniff. That was all she needed to hear. She jumped up and all but ran to the locker rooms to grab her stuff.
"Where are you?"

"Nebraska."

"Okay. Keep hanging in there Sammy. I'll be there as soon as I can."

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Sam paced outside his brothers hospital room trying to calm down.

Sam had asked what Dean was going to tell Callie. The colour dropped from his brothers greying face and he shook his head.
"You don't tell her squat Sammy you hear me? She doesn't need to know." that had resolved in a fight. Dean arguing that Callie didn't need to know and Sam yelling that he was an idiot.

He had called Callie out of desperation. His brother was on terms with dying and John wasn't answering and Sam was losing control of the situation and it was hurting him. It hurt him so much more than he let on to know that not only did his dad really no give a shit but that his big tough strong brother was prepared to just give up and leave. He wasn't allowed to die. He was Dean freaking Winchester for crying out loud. The same kid who would steal food just to feed his brother, who would risk getting expelled at school to protect Sam… who didn't give a rats ass who or what he was up against because he knew he would always win.

Which lead to Sam Winchester pacing around outside his brothers room trying to calm down. He didn't know whether or not to burst out crying or to take a swing at his brother. Sam sighed and slouched against the wall. Where was that courageous Dean Winchester now?

He had called Callie out of desperation. He was alone with his dying brother who had all but given up on fighting for life. His dad wasn't answering and hadn't gotten back to him and he had no one else he could call to help him. Callie was a safe bet. Even if they didn't really talk much, Sam knew that she would listen and try to help at the very least. He didn't plan on breaking down to her and he really didn't expect her to drop everything and come to them but that's what she was doing. Apparently she was going to fly out and would call him when she landed and he would pick her up and hopefully she would talk some sense into his brother's thick skull.
Regardless of what they said, Dean and Callie were definitely more than just friends.

"Sam?" a sweet voice pulled him from his thoughts. Standing a few feet away was Callie. Sam raised his eyebrow
"How did you get here?" he asked, his brain berating him for being so rude.
"I drove all night. I couldn't wait." She shrugged awkwardly. She looked tired. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun and her eye makeup was smudged on the left side and there were dark circles under her eyes.
"Would it be totally weird if I hugged you?" she asked holding out her arms. Sam swallowed thickly and shook his head. Callie smiled and pulled Sam into a tight hug. He had to bend over as she was so tiny and her head only came to under his sternum but Sam couldn't help but let out a small whimper. She was here. She was here and she would talk some sense into his brother and Dean would start fighting again and…and it would all be okay.

"It's okay Sam. It will all be okay." She mumbled to him. "He is strong and stubborn and there's no damn way I'm letting him go down without a fight." He whimpered again as his bottom lip started to tremble. "You don't have to hold it back. Don't need to strong Sammy. Let it out." And with those simple words, the floodgates Sam had tried too hard to keep at bay in front of his brother opened and the grief the youngest brother had felt all came pouring out, in the arms of his brother's ex-girlfriend.

It took more than a few minutes for Sam to calm himself down. He pulled away from the small woman blushing profoundly.
"I'm sorry. I swear I'm not normally like that. It's just that…" She held up a hand to stop his rambling.
"Don't stress Sam. Everyone needs to have a good cry every now and again. It's therapeutic. Trust me, I'm a nurse." She winked which made Sam smile slightly. He took a shuddering breath and wiped his face clear of any evidence pointing to a breakdown.
"You okay now?" She asked. He nodded and took another breathe.
"Yeah I am. Are you?" He turned to her. He noticed her swallowed thickly and closed her eyes briefly. Sam frowned. He never stopped to think just how hard this may be on Callie. But before he could say anything he eyes snapped open and she nodded.

"I'm ready when you are Sam." They shared a small sad smile before Sam opened the door to Dean's room.

"Hey a Sammy. You'll never guess what? That Gabi chick is about to…what's happened?" Dean turned from the TV and saw the red tinged around Sam's eyes and automatically went into fight mode. Who or what had made his little brother cry? He'd kill them.

"Nothing Dean, I am ok. How are you? The doctors been back yet?" Sam asked brushing off his concern. Dean sighed and realised that he himself might be the reason why Sam's eyes were red.
"Nah not yet. But I mean what else can they say? They've pretty much given me the whole 'we can make you comfortable' spiel what else can they do?"

"They can give you some seriously incredible drugs that will totally blow your mind and make you see dragons." Dean froze. That voice. What was that voice doing here? He tore his eyes away from a now guilty looking Sam and towards the door. There leaning against the frame with an eyebrow raised was Callie. Callie…was here? She wore an oversized jumper that fell off of her left shoulder over the top of ripped skinny jeans. Her feet were encased in brown boots that had seen better days and he knew had a small hole in the left sole. She looked exhausted but she was the best damn thing he had seen in a long time.

"I'm not too sure they haven't already given me them as I swear I am seeing an angel." Dean smirked trying to lighten the mood. So Sam went behind his back and called Callie? To what? To get him to try and fight? To get him to want to get better? Didn't have to try at all. Dean would like nothing more than to get better but the doctors had all said that this was it. A month. A month was all that was left before he died. Did his brother really think that having Callie here would change the outcome? Well so far it was working on changing his mind set.

"Good to see you still have your sense of humour." She pushed off the doorframe and made her way over to the bed. Dean felt his chest restrict as his heart sped up. She was here. She was actually here with him. She had come to him.
"Calm down soldier. You'll have another attack." She said softly grabbing his hand. "Just take a breath." He did as he was told and tried to calm down.
"I know I look terrible but I didn't think I looked that bad." She joked, tapping on his hand in a way that distracted Dean from the pain in his chest.

"You're the best damn thing I have seen in months." He croaked honestly. She blushed.
"I missed you too." She grinned, continuing to tap. Dean found in soothing and he realised that he was being ridiculous. It was just Callie. There was nothing to freak out over.
Just Callie. Just perfect, sweet, kind, caring smoking hot Callie who you are in love with but doesn't remember you and is now going to stay here and watch you die. Yeah absolutely nothing to freak out over at all.

"What are you doing here?" he had to ask. She smiled softly at him, not once stopping her tapping in his hand.
"What do you think I am doing here?"
"You missed my good looks so much that you had to come to gaze upon me?" He grinned as she rolled her eyes.
"I came because your brother asked me to." She frowned. "Why did you call me?"
"And say what?" He sighed letting go of her hand to cross his arms. He noticed Sam was standing in the corner trying to appear invisible.
"Oh I don't know how about 'your intel was amazing and we kicked ass but hey side note, I got hurt'?" She said.
"I didn't want to worry you." He mumbled.
"So you think ignoring all my texts and not replying or calling after weeks of nonstop chats would make me less worried?" he had to give her that.

"My phone was busted when I got electrocuted and excuse me if calling you wasn't high on my list of dying." He didn't mean to sound so harsh. Her face fell.
"I'm sorry. That was out of line." He whispered reaching over to grab her hand. She gave him a shaky smile.
"It's okay. I forgive you."
"That's good. I don't have much longer to go you know…"

"STOP IT!" They looked at Sam who looked furious. He had his fists clenched against his sides and a deep red colour had settle on his face.

"You are not dying. I don't care what those quacks say! You are not dying! I am not losing you again and that is that so just stop this shit! And you!" Sam looked at Callie. "You are supposed to be helping me not encouraging him to die!" Sam shook his head and left the room. Not before Dean noticed the pain and tears in his eyes.

"Callie, promise me something?" he looked at their joint hands. She laid her other hand on his arm and Dean swore heat pulsed through him.

"Anything Dean."

"Look after him. Don't let him go to the dark place in his head. He's better than that." He looked up and she saw tears had gathered in his eyes. She nodded, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"Of course." she gripped his arm hand. "But I won't need to. We'll find a cure... Miracle... Something. You'll get through this." She leant forward and kissed his head. "Get some rest. I'll go calm Sam down and come back later ok?" Dean nodded sadly. Callie stroked his cheek with her thumb before making her way out of the room.

Callie sighed leaning against the door. If she wasn't a nurse and faced with dying people daily she would have crumbled to the floor as soon as she walked into the room. Why was she here? Stupid question she knew damn well why she was here. and every one of those reason had nothing to do with the life debt she felt she owed them and everything to do with the growing feelings she had for the man lying dying in the room behind her.

AN: Hello is there anybody out there?
So they are finally back together! Anyone as excited by this as I am?!
I start university back up in a couple of days so posting may slow right back down again (sorry) but I will try and post a few more chapters before that happens.

Let me know what you think? Thoughts on the return? Thoughts on Callie? Thoughts on where to go? I would love to hear it all

Wicked x