A/N: Tumblr made me ship Adam/Lily and this is what came of it. It's kind of wonderful. This is to the Lily to my Adam. If you wanna see our RP accounts, message me and I'll give you the links!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. If I did, Adam would be out of the Cage, Jo would be alive, and Lisa would be in a ceiling fire. Just saying.
When he saw her for the first time, she was laughing at him. His ass was in a mud puddle about the size of an elephant, and when he reached for her hand to try and stand up, her laughter died and she took a step back.
She said that he couldn't touch her.
With a furrowed brow, he tried his best to stand up, resulting in falling down again and using a few choice curse words to express his unhappiness. She giggled again... The sound was like bells. He stood up next to her, glaring at her with the kind of look only a Winchester could produce.
She smelled like lilies, something that he didn't think about too hard. His mom never kept lilies in the house... Only roses.
She walks with her arms folded across her chest while his hands were in the pockets of his jacket. There's a silence until he starts humming "Heat of the Moment" by Asia and she claims that she hates that song. They bicker for ten minutes until he goes to swat her and she backs up again. He's not supposed to touch her... She gets angry. Confusion is etched across his face, but he doesn't question as to why. Everyone has their secrets, even him. She asks him about his family, he claims he has none... None that he cares about, anyway. He asks about hers and she laughs. Dead. Why does that not surprise him? Death is nothing new to him.
They find a motel down the road and she pays for a room using the name Iris. Funny, he says. She must be a fan of flowers. He'll have to remember that. After showering, she comments that mud was a good look for him and he rolls his eyes. He says that he can pull that look off better than she could and she just laughs again. He'll never get tired of that sound.
The next morning she asks who Michael and Lucifer are... Sam and Dean too. He assumes he said it in his sleep... Nightmares were probably going to be a common occurrence. He tells her that it's none of her business when she talks about a Sam she meant once... In the place she died. His eyes were saucers. So, Sam Winchester is like the Reaper... Wherever he goes, people die. A tear rolls down her face and he wants nothing better than to wipe it away.
That night he says that he's leaving and thanks her for letting him stay. She lets him go, and he almost regrets leaving.
Four months later, he's ordering coffee in a diner in Minnesota. He'd been wandering the country for a while now, just enjoying the life that he never got to live before The Cage. The waitress asks what she can do for him and all he can do is stare. Flower girl, he comments, noticing that this time her nametag read Daisy. How small town. She laughs again and his heart jumps. She's staying at the same motel he is, and they decide to order take out and watch cheesy movies together for the night.
Their hands brush as he reaches for another slice of pizza and she screams, jumping off the bed. He doesn't understand and they look at each other for a moment before she starts crying. You didn't die... You didn't die... She repeats this over and over again until he walks over to her and hugs her. She stiffens, but after a moment melts into it.
She smelled like lilies. Tasted like them too. They spent all night touching each other and with every touch, the woman bloomed like the flower she was. And in the morning when he woke up, he realized that stopping just to smell the roses wasn't enough for him anymore... He preferred lilies.
