Lily Jacobs walked into the bar looking for a good time. Nothing crazy. A few beers, maybe some dancing. Just something to take her mind off of the job. From her seat at the counter, she made eye contact with a pretty good-looking guy, but, as he walked toward her, she saw someone else sitting a few tables behind him.
"Looks like my night just got better," she said to herself. She ordered a beer, and as the man sat next to her, she stood and walked away. Best to let him think he'd made a mistake; that she had been looking past him, not at him. She made her way to the man at the table. There was another guy there she didn't recognize. He saw her walk up, but she motioned for him to keep quiet, putting a finger up to her lips. He seemed hesitant, but he didn't say anything. She walked up behind him, lowered her lips just behind his ear, and whispered, "Hey, Tiger."
A smile spread across Dean Winchester's face at the familiar voice and nickname. He turned his head, "Lily!" He stood and grabbed her into a hug, practically lifting her off the ground. He leaned in to kiss her, but she put her finger up to his lips.
"Shouldn't you introduce me to your friend before you maul me?"
Dean barely glanced at Sam. "That's no friend. That's my brother."
"Thanks a lot, Dean," Sam said.
"This is Sam?" Lily asked. Dean let her out of his embrace and pulled a chair out for her. After she was seated, he moved closer to her and rested his arm across the back of her chair. Lily reached across the table to shake Sam's hand. "Lily Jacobs."
"Sam Winchester."
"Lily and her dad worked a case with me and dad about two years ago, while you were at Stanford," Dean said.
"You're a hunter?" Sam asked Lily.
"Yep. Dad raised me in it. I haven't seen your brother, here, in almost a year. Where you been hidin', Winchester?"
"We've had a lot goin' on. You have perfect timing, you know that?"
"Do I?"
"I've had a rough couple of days."
"A job?"
"This last one was more than a job. It was back at our old house."
"In Kansas?"
"Yeah."
"The thing that killed your mom?"
"No... no, it was something else."
"Well, did you get it?"
Dean glanced at Sam, and they exchanged a knowing look. They didn't get it, their mom's spirit did.
"Yeah," Dean said, "it's gone."
"Then you did good. That had to be hard though, going back there."
"Nothing I couldn't handle."
She smiled at him. He always had to act so tough. "You staying in town tonight, or just passing through."
"We were thinking about getting a room for a couple days."
"Well, then..." she leaned in to whisper in Dean's ear, "I have something else you can handle... if you're interested."
Sam knew by the grin on Dean's face that he would be spending at least part of the night alone in a motel room. Lily addressed both of them. "I'm staying at the motel just next door. I think they still have a vacancy."
"Awesome. Sam, why don't you go get us a room. I'll stay here with Lily." He tossed Sam the keys to the Impala. "Go ahead and park her for the night."
Sam walked back to the bar with Dean's key. When he walked up to the table, Dean and Lily were kissing in a way that was leading somewhere best kept out of public view. Sam cleared his throat and tossed the room key onto the table.
"For whenever you decide to sleep, dude."
"Thanks, Sammy," Dean said with a grin. "You goin' back to the motel?"
"No, I think I'll stay here for a few."
Dean turned back to Lily. "You ready to get outta here?" he asked.
"Definitely." Dean stood and pulled Lily from her chair. "It was nice to finally meet you, Sam."
"Same here."
Dean draped his arm around Lily's shoulders as they walked to her motel room. When she stopped to unlock the door, Dean already had his lips on her neck.
"Same old Dean," she smiled. "Nice to know some things never change."
"Don't pretend you don't like it."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
She slowly backed into the room, and Dean followed, closing the door behind him.
"I'm really glad I ran into you," she said, backing toward the bed.
"Same here, Kitten."
She smiled. "You actually remembered."
"Hard to forget a night so good I get the nickname 'Tiger.'"
"It was that predatory look in your eye."
"I got you purrin', didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
Dean captured her lips as he lowered her to the bed. He crawled over her as she scooted up, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"See... predator."
Dean responded by lightly grazing his teeth over the skin on her neck, causing her to moan. No more words were spoken as they gave in to desire. They never planned for it, but they both looked forward to these chance encounters. Being with someone familiar was nice.
Afterward, they lay there talking.
"So, where's John?"
"Dad's kinda missing."
"Missing?"
"He went off on a job and we haven't heard from him. I even called him from Lawrence. All I get is his voicemail."
"Is that why you have Sam with you? I figured he would still be in school."
Dean sighed. He told Lily all about Jessica, and Sam leaving school to help find their dad, and whatever killed their mom and Jess.
"That's awful," she said. "How are you holding up?"
"Like I said... you have great timing."
"Glad I could help," she said with a smile.
Dean slipped out before the sun was up, leaving Lily sleeping with a note next to her that said 'thanks for a fun night.' Sam was still asleep as well. Dean climbed into bed and waited for Sam to wake him. They would be calling John's friends to see if anyone had heard from him. They were hoping one of them knew something. He woke up to a text from Lily. It said 'you're welcome.'
