Mae sighs as she looks over the stern faces staring back through the windshield. "We're boxed in. Sam and Dean are waiting and Bobby is getting out of his car too." She whines "I don't want to be in trouble."
Lilly exhales deeply as she tries to make herself more comfortable. She points across the yard. "Make a break and gun it."
"No, I don't want to drive on my garden!" Mae sobs as she sneaks her hand over the door to push down on the lock with a soft 'Click'.
"Well too fuckin' bad; I don't want to talk to people at this particular moment. So you-" Lilly stops mid sentence as her door is ripped open. She opens one eye to see a snarling Dean. "Oh come on! I haven't even been here long enough ta piss ya off! And Mae's right there! This isn't even fair! "
The door next to Mae rattles as Sam attempts to open it. "Mae open this door, now." Sam says through the door, his face set in concern as he eyes her injuries. "What the Hell happened to you?"
Mae leans back in her seat, shaking her head at Sam as she gasped for air. "Lilly," She says, her head rolling away from Sam to plead with her sister, "Tell them I just panicked, I didn't mean to hang up, why didn't you lock your door?" Mae says in a shaky voice. "I don't want to get in trouble."
"She panicked. I wish I had locked my door." Lilly deadpans as she does her best to move away from the very pissed looking Winchester.
"Don't even try it." Dean all but snarls at Lilly as he hits the car's unlock button for Sam to grab Mae. "We heard you talking. You didn't hang up." Dean says, snapping his own phone shut.
"Noooo," Mae meeps and goes to re-lock her door but Sam is quicker.
Lilly stiffens at Dean's tone, but is too injured to try to do anything to get away from the seething man standing next to her. "Oh, did you hear that Mae, you're not in trouble. You forgot to hang up." She says, disbelief dripping in her voice.
"Oh." Mae says as she starts giggling between deep breaths.
"She's going to start having a panic attack soon… Someone should do something about that…Also she's bleeding a lot..." Lilly says looking over towards Mae with concern, feeling very detached.
Sam gently pulls the bleeding and hyperventilating Mae from the car. He turns back and looks to Bobby, motioning that they need him. "Just breathe Mae, I've got you." He whispers, attempting to sooth her though he's anything but calm when he sees the amount of blood smeared around a dozen or so visible cuts on her face and visible through rips in the hoodie she was wearing. He settles her better against his chest and begins walking towards the house.
"Lilly, we can't help Mae unless we get you inside with her." Dean states as calmly as he can.
Lilly reaches over to pull the key out of the ignition, biting her lip to keep the moan of pain from passing her lips and hands the keys to Dean. "Nah I'm straight. I can just chill here. I'm fine." She shrugs, leans back in her chair, closes her eyes and attempts to will her stomach to stop turning.
"Yeah, okay." Dean says, pulling her into his arms. He kicks the door shut and starts walking with Sam to the house.
Lilly tries to bite back her scream but the minute he gets to the stairs it escapes, causing Dean to pause mid-stride. Concern for the girl washes over him; especially when he feels her fingers digging into the material of his shirt, reaching for comfort and going as far as shoving her face against his chest.
Dean couldn't keep the thoughts from racing through his mind, a million unanswered questions. He wondered who the hell hurt them, both of them at that? Where the hell had they been? What the hell happened to make Lilly seek comfort, she wasn't the type of person to want or need it... The list kept getting longer every minute he thought about it.
Mae looks around wildly when Lilly screams. "Shhh, it's okay." Sam coaxes, trying to calm her down.
"Damn-it, sorry. Almost there." Dean says. "Just, hang in there."
"Fuck off! I'm fine." Lilly bites out even as her grip on him tightens.
"Got anything for pain Bobby? She's needin' it pretty bad." He turns slightly to let Bobby see her.
"Th'hell'd ya girls get in'ta this time?" Bobby demands, looking her over.
"Mae's worse." Lilly mumbles into Dean's shoulder not really feeling up to looking at anyone, afraid of the judgment she'd find there.
"Wanna try again?" Bobby says, opening the door for the boys.
Lilly clears her throat and repeats it again, this time sounding at least an iota believable.
"I'm not worse! I just took on a door and a window. I may have lost to the door, but at least I won against the window. There were like five people in that room, FIVE! And it took me forever to get that damn window to break. That glass was thick as fuck. And who doesn't have rocks in their yard? That door though…" Mae rambles hysterically, sobbing as she draws in breath.
"See? Worse…" Lilly mumbles; Mae's hysteria-induced harpy screeches making her migraine pound.
"Let's agree that neither of you should be up and doing anything for a bit and call it even." Sam attempts to reason.
Lilly humphs in derision but is honestly just not up to arguing, that alone worrying the other occupants in the room more than anything she could have said.
Mae even strains against Sam to get a better look at her, concerned. "Dean has her, and Bobby's with her. It's going to be ok." He whispers, working to keep his voice calm for her.
Mae nods, closing her eyes as she just wraps her left hand, the one that didn't hurt like hell, into his shirt, glad to have something to cling to as she drowned in another wave of anxiety.
Sam gently lays Mae down on the couch, while Dean places Lilly on the coffee table. He takes off his jacket and rolls it up, placing it under her head in an attempt to make her more comfortable.
"Ok Gidjits, what the hell happened? Talk while we work." Bobby says as he puts a bag on the floor next to Lilly. He pulls out two syringes and a bottle of liquid.
"What's that?" Lilly asks Bobby.
"Morphine. You Gidjits need sumthin' for pain. Yer gunna need stitches." Bobby replies as he fills a syringe and hands it to Dean.
"Don't give that to Mae. It'll make her sick." She doesn't even feel the prick of the needle when Dean plunges it into her arm.
"She's going to need something." Sam says, looking up from his quick inspection.
"First aid kit. I labeled it Harpy Pain Killer."
"Go get it boy, I've got 'er. Gotta wait for the morphine ta kick in anyway." He watches Dean rush to the kitchen before he turns back to Lilly. He gives her a stern look. "What happened?"
Lilly's eyes shut as the adrenaline drains, yawning widely. "Nothing much. Just you know…stuff." She says rather sluggishly as she nuzzles into the jacket under her head and tries to get more comfortable.
Bobby turns as Dean rushes back, dropping the kit on the table before he resumes his place by Lilly. He digs around the kit until he finds the bottle she's talking about. "Shot work for this?"
Lilly nods. "Dosage on bottle."
Bobby quickly fills the remaining needle and passes it to Sam who immediately administers it to Mae; She relaxes almost instantly.
"Hey Lilly, is it cool if we avoid your mom for a bit? If you don't mind... I won't." Mae giggles slightly to herself, happy just to be breathing normal again as Sam slowly cuts the hoodie's sleeves away from her arms, carefully peeling it back.
"It's not her fault." Lilly weakly defends.
"She shoved me out of the room, very much her fault. She was trying to keep me out of the room the whole time. I don't know why your mom hates me so much, but she does."
"Eh… She was just..." Lilly pauses to yawn "Upset I wasn't taking the conversations and shoot seriously. She hates everyone. No big…"
Sam snorts, but shoots an apologetic glance at Mae. He begins pulling glass shards from her hand and arm. Memories from the last time he did this swamping him. "Mae, it's always glass with you."
"Ah," Bobby says, piecing the story together slowly.
"No big?" Dean asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
"No big. Big-big. Biggest ever. Sam, you have, pretty eyes." Mae says dreamily, smiling up at him.
"Right no big, s'not really anyone's fault. Just happens." Lilly nods her head as she tries to turn her head to see Sam and Mae but in the end, it's too much effort. "Thoth, Bobby how much ya giv'er?" Lilly asks concerned about her friend's over-sharing.
Sam smiles back at Mae, his stomach doing a strange flip. "Thanks Mae, try and get some sleep ok? I'll get you patched back up."
Mae nods, sleep and drugs already fogging her brain. "Okay, that sounds like fun. But, we have a surprise for you guys. But it's not finished yet. But it sucks that this happened, we wanted to hang out with you guys. You're probably going to have to leave soon. You always have to leave soon. I may need someone to teach me how to bust open a door, I wasn't very good at it. Will that get you guys to stay a little lon-"
At Mae's embarrassing rambling Lilly hisses out "Mae! You can just go the fuck to sleep now!"
"Don- Don't tell me what to do Lil-" Mae starts petulantly before she falls asleep mid sentence.
Sam chuckles at Mae's ramblings, smooths her hair out of her face, and continues to clean her up, cutting her out of the hoodie she was wearing. "I don't know why she was wearing a hoodie in July, but, damn, I'm glad she was. I think I'm going to be pulling glass out of her for a while."
Lilly tries to sit up remembering the wounds on her friend's stomach as panic fills her. "Her stomach Sam, check her stomach. She crawled through the fucking broken window. She's cut up there too." Pausing only when a hand pushes her good shoulder back on to the table, with a growl.
Sam looks over to the girl in concern, before looking back at Mae cutting the hoodie down the middle and lifting up her shirt with concern. He breathes a sigh of relief when he notes there's nothing too serious. "I've got it Lilly. It's not too bad. Just a few stitches, she's a heavy bleeder" He informs her and begins cleaning her stomach wounds as well.
"Sit still Gidjit, or I'll drag your ass to a damned hospital." Bobby hisses as he pulls back the heavy blazer noticing for the first time and sees the large gash in her side. "Damn it one of em' sliced her…" The old man says.
"Lilly, dammit! You shoulda said somethin'." Dean growls, his irritation with the girl palpable.
"Why?" Lilly asks, seemingly not at all concerned.
"Cause yer bleedin' ya damn Gidgit!" Bobby snaps at her.
"Ah, I had forgotten about it." Lilly responds quietly.
"Anythin' else ya've forgotten Hufflepuff?" Dean asks staring down at the girl with a stern look.
"Nope." Lilly responds flippantly, "Not that I can think of at the moment, anyways."
"So, you remember breaking this then?" Bobby asks, pointing to her wrist.
"Shit, are you sure it's broken?" Lilly asks as she moves it. "Fucking Isis sister-wife to fucking RA. Fuck!" She hisses through clenched teeth, pain shooting through her at the experimental flick.
"Why'd ya do that? Idiot!" Dean reprimanded harshly resisting the urge to shake the girl.
She grimaces, ignoring his words.
"Damn it Gidgit." Bobby huffs as he pulls out the needle and thread. "Yer ass is gonna go ta the hospital if ya try that again."
Lilly sighs "You were gonna move it either way…" She mumbles quietly in self -defense. "I'd rather just do it myself…. This is dumb."
"Anythin' else wrong with you?" Dean demands as Bobby begins the arduous process of stitches.
"Um, my shoulder… It may have gotten dislocated, but it's kinda hard ta tell…My ribs might be bruised as well, not sure…." Lilly responds resisting the urge to shrug her shoulder, and instead chooses to blow her bangs out of her eyes.
Dean curses to himself. "Seriously? Why the fuck were you even at a shoot? What shoot?"
"Regina's. She's goin' for governor." Lilly responds vaguely flinching as she feels the needle get pulled out of her side.
Dean rolls his eyes at her. "Who's that? Since when do you chill with politicians?"
"My mother, sorry." Lilly says adding an eye roll of her own.
"Ah… Well, when Bobby's done with the stitches, I'm gonna have to pop your shoulder back an' tape your ribs. Anything else hurt?" He asks staring down at the beaten girl, concern swimming in his orbs.
"Last one." Bobby says gruffly as he ties off the last stitch.
"Yay. Thanks ol' man…" Lilly mumbles, eyes closing as she exhales deeply, feeling instant relief as the needle stops tugging at her.
"Alright. We're going to need you to sit up."
"Didn' one of ya jus threat'n me for doin' that?" She whines even as she starts to get up, resisting the urge to truly argue. Surprising both men at the table when she accepts Dean's help.
"Alright hufflepuff. S'gonna hurt. Ya want somethin' to bite on?" Dean asks as he helps her sit up and positions himself behind her.
"Nah, I'm fine… this ain't my first rodeo, Tex." Lilly responds flippantly even as the room spins around her.
"Alright, on the count of three then." Dean says softly into her ear, waiting for her affirmation. When she nods her head one hand clamps down on her shoulder as the other takes her arm. On 'one' he yanks it.
A painful wail escapes her lips as Lilly she slips out of consciousness. "Liar."
Not expecting her to pass out Dean's arms slip around her quickly. "Dammit. She's out." He says to Bobby causing the man to sigh.
"O'course she is. Damned Gidget, probly best she's out fer this..." Bobby says as he begins splinting her wrist. He works in silence but when he finishes he finally asks the question that had been floating around his mind since he found out the guys were coming. "Ya boys gonna tell the Gidgets bout yer expiration date?"
"No." Dean says defiantly as he scoops Lilly up and moves her over to the couch across from Mae.
"Dean, maybe we should…" Sam adds from the floor beside Mae.
"No, Sam. And it's not up for discussion." Dean responds, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Sam huffs in frustration, rolling his eyes at his stubborn brother. "Are we even going to tell them we got yellow eyes? Or about Dad?"
Dean frowns as he pulls bandages out of the kit, thinking about it before he responds. "OK, I guess… Jus' leave the other shit out." He shakes his head as he cuts off Lilly's shirt and starts wrapping her lower ribs just to be safe.
Sam shoots his brother a relieved look, "I uh, I actually agree with that. I just think that Mae would want to hear about dad."
"I think yer both idjits. Ya should tell them girls. When they find out later- and they will- they're gonna raise a new type of Hell, the kind none a'us are equipped fer neither." Bobby adds as he finishes packing away the first aid kit.
"Or they're going to wanna help, an' I ain't havin' their blood on my hands." Dean snaps.
"If you hadn't made that stupid deal this wouldn't even be a problem." Sam responds, still pissed at his brother's deal.
"Yeah, and where would that leave you, asshole?" Dean growls back, equally pissed.
"How's Mae?" Bobby asks, interrupting the boys' bitch fit.
"Uh, lots of cuts and bruises, though only the one on her stomach needed stitches, and a dislocated shoulder." Sam responds clinically, his heart heavy as he thinks about all the damage he had tended.
Bobby shakes his head. "Every time that woman is involved Lilly comes home lookin' like a prizefighter and Mae looks drained. This though, I mean, what th'Hell'd Mae do?" He growls, thinking of the last time Regina had manipulated Lilly into a favor.
"She said she lost to a door but was able to break the window. Remember? It was right b'fore she told Sammy his eyes're pretty." Dean taunts, accentuating the word pretty and batting his lashes at his brother. He grins and shakes his head, remembering all the times he had teased Mae about her little crush on Sam; now he wondered if it had become more.
Bobby shakes his head at Dean's antics. "Ah… Well that explains that I guess…" He nods his head in acceptance as he gathers his things. "I gotta go research for a hunter down in DC. Call me if you two, well those two need anythin', an' try not ta break any of their shit. I don't wan'ta 'hear bout it later. Take care'a my Gidjits."
"Yeah… Ok Bobby." Sam affirmed before he glares at his brother. "She was hopped up on whatever Lilly makes for her pain cocktail; let it go Dean."
"Awesome… Stuck babysitting. Guess it's research time, right Sammy?" Dean looks between the sleeping girls. "Should we leave em' here for now?"
Bobby snorts "Figure it out yerselves." He takes his leave locking the door behind him
Sam stares at the two sleeping girls. "I don't think we should move them. Lilly probably shouldn't be left alone. She had some head trauma right?"
"Yeah..." Dean responds thinking about the girl's injuries. "Her mom did some serious damage." He adds after a few minutes, eyebrows knit together frowning as he thinks about it.
Sam lets out a deep breath dragging his hand through his hair. "Looks like. Least it wasn't us this time. I mean, we came back here to figure out what's wrong with her, right?"
Dean nods in agreeance. The room lapses into silence as each brother gets lost in their thoughts and watching over the two unconscious girls. After a while Dean claps his hands together and gets up to retrieve the books Bobby had lent them. "Be back in a minute. I'mma go get the books. Wanna start lookin' round the house?"
Sam snaps out of his thoughts at his brothers clap. His brows furrowing. "Why do I have to be the one who invades their privacy?"
"Cause I'm older an' I called books. Sides, have you met them? They're gonna be pissed." Dean says leaning against the wall, smirking at his brother.
"Wha… Wait, what are you asking me to look for? They don't know what's wrong with them. Besides, we got a pretty good look the first time." Sam argues.
"Well maybe we missed something the first time. We didn't actually have the time to be thorough, thank God. Bobby called while we were looking."
"I challenge for books!" Sam shouts, bring up his hands.
"Fine. Rock paper scissors then." Dean concedes as he also raises his hand.
"One. Two. Three…" They both say before they hold up their throw.
"Ha ha. Looks like you're the stalker." Sam laughs as he smiles triumphantly at his brother. Every time. He thinks as he heads out to car to go get the research material.
Dean looks down at the scissor-shaped-fingers. "Son of ah a bitch!"