Seth shut the water off to the kitchen sink. His ribs still hurt, he knew he would be bruised. "Hey," Dean's made him stop and freeze. Seth turned to see Dean standing arms crossed. "Look, you did what you did," Dean hand came up rubbing his jaw. "But we have to live together, and what happens in our personal life can't effect this." Seth stood quite.

"I am sorry, for what it is worth."

"Yeah, well," Dean let out a deep breathe. "She is my sister." Dean stopped there. "I just want to say we are ok." Seth only nodded. It felt like there should be more. More yelling a fight something. Seth was accepting more, maybe because he felt like he deveried more.

Callie sat on Dean's bed. She didn't feel comfortable being around Seth. She knew she had to leave find a place of her own. She needed a life, that was hers. Dean came in, "you ok?"

"Yeah," Callie answered. "I think I found a place." Dean nodded.

"It can't feel like a life here," Dean sat next to her.

"It was nice of you and I get it," Callie said, "I feel like we always have this talk. Like we keep hoping to get it right."

"We are," Dean said, "we are getting it right." Callie smiled, maybe he was. He was living his dream, while Callie wasn't even sure what her's was. It got lost somewhere. Her life was always remembering, at first, what her name was, where she was from. Now she had to remember not to been seen, not to let anyone know she was here. And while Callie wanted to have what Dean had, she felt she couldn't. She felt like somehow it wasn't right.

"You want to come look at it with me," Callie asked.

"Sure," Dean answered, "when you going?"

"Lady said tomorrow after five."

"Oh," Dean cleared his throat. Callie pulled her head back. She studied his face.

"You have a date," she said slowly.

"Well," Dean blushed. Callie couldn't help but smile. She had noticed Dean on his phone, smiling. He started later and later at Full Sail.

"Spill it," Callie laughed.

"It is a girl who is working on announcing," Dean rubbed the back of his head. "Just dinner." Callie nodded.

"How long?"

"I have talked to her for maybe a month."

"What's her name," Callie asked.

"Renee," Dean couldn't hide his smile.

"Well," Callie stood, "Am I going to get to meet her?"

"Yeah," Dean said, "just new and I don't, know if she likes." Dean stopped feeling stupid trying to explain. "I feel comfortable around her, I don't get that from most people. You know how I am."

"Good," Callie smiled. "Just don't get to comfortable." Dean knew what she met.

"Callie I would never," Dean shook his head. "Not for anyone."

...

Callie stood on the small studio apartment, it reminded her of the apartment they had in Philly. "We need first and last, work something out with security," the lady said.

"You run a credit check, " Callie asked.

"No," the lady laughed, "I would never have any tenants." It wasn't far from Dean, but it's wasn't the apartment they had. There was a fresh coat of paint and carpets had been shampooed. There wasn't a pool or balcony. "Never had any issues here. I have a couple young single girls here." Callie give her a smile.

"I will take it."

"Alright," the lady smiled, "you can move in first of the month." Callie looked around, she didn't have much room, but it would be her room. No more hiding.

"You need help moving," Roman asked. Callie had packed her clothes. What she had from her last apartment was in storage.

"I need some stuff out of storage," Callie answered. "I can fit my bed and a dresser."

"It will be quite with out you," Roman looked down.

"Oh come on you guys will be happy to see me go. No more worrying about the toilet seat. You can walk around in your boxers," Callie laughed.

"Yeah but no more bad horror movies, left over cake from the dinner."

"Well," Callie moved closer to Roman, "I will make a point to have a movie night with that god awful cake they give us cause no one will buy it." They both laughed. "But it has to be here, cause I can't afford cable."

Roman wanted to tell her the real reason he didn't want her to leave. Seth was right, Roman had feelings for her. He didn't want them and just push them away. She was his good friends sister. Even though she wouldn't talk about it, he could tell she had been through a lot. Part of him just wanted to protect her. Make this life easier somehow. But they were friends, and Roman was happy with that. He didn't want to ruin that.

"So," Callie twisted her hair, "what about this Renee?"

"Oh," Roman smiled shaking his head, "your turn now."

"What," Callie looked shocked. Roman held his hand up.

"She is nice," Roman started, "I don't know if you are aware but your brother is not a people person." Callie laughed.

"Really!"

"But he is different with her, "Roman tone turned serious, "everything about him, just goes claim. It nice to see."

"He should be happy," Callie voice was soft. Roman could tell a thousand thoughts went through her head.

"And you," Roman asked. Callie laughed.

"Me," she smiled, "I am happy." Roman didn't believe her. He didn't know why. But Callie always seemed to be in edge. Like she was waiting for something. At minute she could and would run.

...

Dean and Roman helped Callie move. It felt weird leaving her there. Dean made her try the lock three time before they left. And made her promise to text when she was home from work.

Reminding her it would take five minutes for him to get there if she needed him.

Callie loved having her own place. Yes at first she missed her brother, Roman and even Seth. But she had met a few people who lived in her building. And started going out. It was a new life for her. She left normal.

"Hey," Colleen called to Callie from their mailbox. Colleen live above Callie, and was the first person to welcome her. She was nice, but pushy at times. Always wanting to help, even if it wasn't wanted. She knew everyone who lived there, how long they had lived there, and at least one personal fact about each. She reminded Callie of a cartoon, her hair was bright red. She colored it herself, it was teased and spayed into round mod at sat on the top of her head. No matter the time of day she had a full face of makeup on. Dark black eyeliner, bright pick cheeks and frosted lipstick.

Callie waited for her, she was getting ready to leave for work. "You need a ride," Colleen asked.

"No," Callie shook her head, "it's nice I will walk."

"Summer time you won't say that," Colleen laughed, "I wanted to tell you, there is a car for sale. The guy at the garage I go to is selling it. I mean it is not a Porsche, but it would get you to and from." Callie thought, a car would be nice. Just the freedom of one.

"He is asking two thousand, I think he would even take payments."

"That would be awesome," Callie said.

"I have to go by tomorrow, how about you come look at it?"

"Yeah, thanks," Callie waved.

"Be careful," Colleen called, "people are nuts out there!"

"Always," Callie waved.

"I will pick you up around one tomorrow, I know you work late," Colleen called.

"Of course you do," Colleen laughed to herself.

...

Right at one Colleen was at Callie's door. "Hey there," she smiled as Callie pulled the door open. "You ready?"

"Yep," Callie grabber her bag following Colleen to her car. Colleen slammed the door lighting a cigarette.

"Have a good night last night," Colleen asked a cloud of smoke filled the car.

"Yeah, it was kinda busy," Callie cracked her window.

"How is your brother, he still at that school?"

"Yeah," Callie laughed, "he actually will be doing a show."

"He is handsome. You are both good looking people, you came from good stock." They pulled into the parking lot. "Now, I will tell him you are my friend. I know he can work something out for you. You can't be walking everywhere." Callie followed her into the small office.

"Hey," Colleen called, "hello!" A man came to the front, wiping his hands on a handkerchief. "Oh hon, is Steve here?"

"Yeah," he turned yelling Steve toward the back. A man came yo the front. Callie hadn't been paying attention.

"Colleen," the voice made Callie's head snap, she turned see Steven standing there. The same Steven she and her brother ran from. The Steven her brother beat up. The Steven who knew John and Brittany.

"This is the girl I want to show the car too." Callie heart raced, she couldn't move. This Couldn't be happening, how could he be here? He had to remember her. She stood still not able to look away. There was no mistake it was him.

"Lord," Colleen stood in front of Callie, "hon are you alright? You look sick."

"I...I need to go,". Callie's voice was a whisper.

"She needs water, this heat," Colleen turned, "get her some water."

"I need to go the car," Callie started, she made a bee line for Colleen's car. She fall into the seat.

"Here," Colleen pushed a cup into her hand, "drink, I will get the air going."

Callie didn't remember the ride home. She made her way to her apartment, she didn't hear Colleen's rumbling. At some point she left. Callie made sure the door was locked. It was still early in the day, Dean wouldn't be home. "Call me," was all she texted him. All,she could go was lay on her bed and hope she was dreaming.