::Author's Notes::

Welcome back to the wild ride that is Lilly's life. If you are reading this story, please note that it is the second story in the Triskele series. The first story is Triskele: Little Wing. If you haven't read it, you should hit the back button and start there. That is where a lot of the good stuff has already happened. I want to thank everyone who has read the other story and taking the time to read this one. It means a lot to me and the reviews are always very encouraging. I hope everyone is having a wonderful end of the year and Holiday Season.

Now for all of the legal sha-bang. I don't own Supernatural. I don't own Dean, Sam, Cas or any of the other wonderful characters that appear on the Tv Show. Lilly is my own character that I have set in the reality. I got a few questions about when the story takes place. It is roughly around Season 5 (Little Wing was in Season 2-ish). The main difference is that I liked the Roadhouse. So in the world of Supernatural that I am writing it does not get attacked and destroyed. Now on with the show...

The movements on the bed caught Lilly's attention, but her eyes remained closed. The little jostling of the covers let in the cold air as the invader made their way up. A deep throaty grumble filled her ears, as the man behind her grunted his discomfort at the air. Lilly just nuzzled into his neck and waited. Lilly ice cold hands padded their way through the sheets. A small pudgy face with deep red curls peeked out from under the comforter. A small throaty giggle came as she dived back into the heat of their combined body.

"She is up early." Dean's voice murmured in her ear.

"She gets it from you." Lilly reminded her husband.

Dean moved his arm off her stomach and gripped the little girl's body. He pulled her up between the two of them and wrapped an arm around his daughter. Lilly could feel the motion and turned onto her side to face the child. The little girl smelled like sugar. The small crumbs on her tiny pink lips were a tale-tell sign of her crime. Lilly wiped her mouth and looked at the little girl. The little blue-green eyes opened wide.

"Which cookies did you get into?" Lilly asked poking the little girl's nose.

"Daddy's." The little girl giggled.

"What?" Dean's eyes opened and tickled the little girl. "Those were the cookies I hide from Mommy."

Lilly looked indignantly at Dean. There lives had changed when they learned of the pregnancy. Dean had insisted on a home and a steady life. After a few arguments she had agreed to Dean's need to continue to hunt, but only if they stayed closer to home. Crawling out of the bed, Lilly pulled on a robe. Heading into the kitchen, Lilly poured a couple bowls of cereal then moved to make coffee. Little feet followed by longer strides followed her out of the bedroom. The smell of liquid caffeine brought Lilly to life. Pouring two mugs, Lilly doctored them to taste then passed one off to her husband.

The man let her go then moved back into the bedroom to change. Lilly watched from the kitchen as the man stripped down and pulled on a new t-shirt. Lilly watched him tie his brown leather boots. The image of her husband struck her. Even three years after marriage she was still infatuated by the man who had once saved her life. Lilly could remember the motions of running for her life through the woods even if she couldn't feel the fear. Lilly could hear his husy voice call her honey as he tried to keep her awake. Lilly could hear the man call her stupid when she refused to go back to a normal life. And then his voice when he asked him to stay with him forever.

"You are a good man, Dean Winchester." Lilly kissed his cheek then his lips.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear.

This life was calmer. Her nights were spent with dinners, bedtime stories and a bed she never had to leave behind. These were the things she thought about in bed as she felt Dean's arms tighten around her waist. Lilly shifted her attention to the little girl finishing her cereal. Her little fingers picked put the marsh mellows and popped them in her mouth. The little girl smiled like she was getting away with something then moved to get out of her chair.

"Mary, if you don't finish all of your cereal I wont get one with marsh mellows again." Lilly reminded the little sugar thief.

The little girl stuck out her pink lower lips and pouted. Crossing her arms the little girl considered the small pressed shapes. Cutting her eyes up at her mother, Mary reluctantly pulled out a few pieces with her fingers and shoved them in her mouth. Lilly just stood there and watched. The little girl's face contorted as she chopped violently on the pieces showing every ounce of her displeasure. The little girl stared in to the slowly emptying bowl. Lilly just rolled her eyes as the little girl tried to out stubborn her mother. Lilly couldn't help but see the same irritated, indignant look her father got when he believed he was some how getting shorted. Lilly just saw all the ways the little girl reminded her of Dean. The little girls blue-green eyes followed Lilly never wavering as she tried to calculate the best escape route. The little red head slowly moved from one chair to the next when Lilly turned her head to find the source of the noise. Lilly reached into the fridge for the milk to doctor her next cup of coffee, then the girl was gone. Her curly hair trailed behind her as she toddled swiftly through the door into the living room. Lilly moved behind her picking up movies.

"I need to clean the kitchen, so Little Mermaid or Star Wars?" Lilly looked into the round blue-green eyes.

"Both." The little girl said after a moments deliberation.

Lilly set the girl on the folded quilt on the floor next to her toys. The young girl just picked up her favorite teddy bear and played with the fur as she waited. Lilly set the kids cartoon in the DvD player then pressed play. In moments the opening credits of a dead man's signature sprung into action. Lilly could relate to the story. The redheaded mermaid just wanted to be human. And, most of the time Lilly felt human. Her normal life of diapers and baby bottles had turned into hair bows and family dinners. Lilly looked around at the furniture she had moved from her apartment and smiled. The kitchen table was filled with dirty dishes from breakfast and Lilly flicked on the small radio tuned into her favorite station. The sounds of the great god of seventies rock filled the air. Lilly turned on the water allowing it to go from warm to scalding. Lilly bounced around the kitchen as she cleared the table. The light sounds of a little mermaid lamenting her life snuck through the guitar solos. The creaking of a door opening and closing slowly caught her attention. Lilly clicked off the radio and waited.

"Lilly, has Dean left already?" Sam's voice came from the living room.

"Yeah Sam. He left about an hour and a half ago. He is working on that mustang that came in the other day. He said it would only be a few hours today. You might as well stay for dinner." Lilly said loudly to the wall in front of her. The little girl in the living room squealed in delight.

Turning the music back up Lilly bobbed to the male voice talking to her about sex, music and violence. Pulling a large deep red cast iron pot out of the cabinet under the stove top. Turning and moving across the kitchen, Lilly stormed the refrigerator retrieving the whole chicken she had hidden in the back. Lilly looked at the poor liberated bird then stripped it out of plastic wrapping. Plopping it in the pot, Lilly proceeded to prep for dinner. It was one of the luxuries of a traditional life that Lilly had pledged never to take for granted again. Her kitchen had simple light brown cabinets with speckled granite counter tops. Lilly could remember Dean's confused face as she gushed over all of the pull out drawers hidden behind traditional cabinet doors. Each inch of the kitchen space was usable. Lilly smiled as she could still hear her husband.

"You like this kitchen? But it is so soccer-mom? Don't you want something with more …" He hadn't been able to come up with the adjective he was looking for.

"Dean you like food right? You want home cooked meals at a dinner table right?" Lilly moved closer to Dean batting her eyes.

"Yeah, but it is tan and grey." The man whined. The image of her strong hunter and defender was almost shattered.

"Dean, I really love this kitchen. And, since I am going to have to teach you how to not burn water… I want a kitchen I want to be in." Lilly stepped back and absent mindedly rubbed her stomach. Dean's attention moved to her hand and Lilly noticed then stopped. Lilly blushed and tried not to feel like she had thrown down four aces. Lilly watched the resolve of a man choosing to provide for wife and child.

"We will take it." Dean said to the woman showing them the house.

Lilly poured the vegetable brother over the chicken and brought it to boil. Tonight like every night since Mary's birth would be another dinner. Pulling rice out of the cabinet, Lilly went over the ingredients in her head. In an hour dinner, would be done. Her husband would be walking through the door with grease on his t-shirt and worn jeans. Sam would still be entertaining her child, and Lilly would get to finish all of her housework. Turning the pot on low, Lilly turned and headed into the little girls bedroom.

The array of stuffed animals were tossed about the floor. The star covered comforter had been pulled onto the floor as a mat. Lilly just sighed at the disarray. Moving swiftly through the room on her long legs, Lilly tried to bring the room back from destruction. Eventually the sounds of a heavy door opening and closing herald the coming of Dean. A high pitched cry and a peel of laughter let her know that she had a few more minutes. The room recovered and Lilly suddenly considered coffee. A yawn escaped her.

Moving back into the kitchen Lilly pulled out the cooked carcass of the bird and began to strip the meat from the bones. Tossing the white meat into the pot of rice, Lilly finished up dinner. Reaching into an upper cabinet Lilly pulled down bowls. Dean moved through the kitchen quickly heading to the shower they shared. The man stripped out of his shirts and flexed for her, before he shut the door. Lilly considered peaking before she called the other two into the kitchen for food. Large feet carried in a giggling child and the image of Dean's naked body had to remain just in her head. Turning Lilly swapped a large bowl of her family's chicken bog for the toddler. The man accepted the bowl and moved to the clean table. Lilly set the girl in her high chair. The small redhead sat patiently waiting for her food. Dean moved out of the room and towards her. His arms wrapped around her middle as Lilly continued to prepare plates.

"You are too good for me." Dean said as he kissed her shoulder.

"So I keep hearing." Lilly spun and handed him a bowl.

Sitting down for the first time sense breakfast, Lilly looked around at the smiling faces of her family. The two men sitting across from her were two of the three most important men in her life. And, the little girl beside her enthusiastically shoveling rice into her mouth was officially the only girl who could capture her heart. Dean looked up and burst out laughing as Mary attempted to pull more food from the bowl and managed to turn it over on the tray. Lilly went to move and was waved off by laughing figure. He pulled the little girls chair closer and began to spoon the food into Mary's mouth. The little girl opened her mouth in between spoonfuls making little breathy hungry noises. Dean wiped the girls face revealing her pale skin under the mess.

"She is going to need a bath after dinner." Lilly mentioned.

"I got it." Dean picked up the little girl and tossed her in the air above his head. Mary erupted in a giggles.

"Just remember you are trying to wind her down… or, she is going to find her way to our room later tonight… for the fourth night in a row." Lilly tried to impress on Dean how much she wanted alone time.

"I understand. Narcoleptic baby coming up." Dean moved down the hall to the bathroom.