That evening, Mae is out pulling weeds in her vegetable garden when her phone begins to ring. She slings the dirt covered roots into her wheelbarrow before taking her phone out. Concern and a bit of confusion floods her as the screen flashes Dean W. She snaps it open with a "Hey Dean, how can I help you?"

She smiles at his hesitance, but with his awkward request her smile brightens. She nods her head at his idea and adds her own suggestions here and there before agreeing on a final plan. She goes to take care of a few details and then she has to wash up before he arrives.

As she enters the house Mae yells that she's taking a quick shower to her best friend before rushing upstairs, taking a quick detour find a seldom used gift.

Lilly just raises her eyebrow at her friend, shrugging and continues washing the herbs to replenish the nighttime brew; humming as she chops it up, happy that she had been able to help.

An hour later the doorbell rings.

"Mae! The door's doing that thing again!" Lilly yells up the stairs.

The doorbell rings again.

"Mae! People!" She yells again, slightly worried about her friend's lack of response.

"Mae!" She tries again, pausing with one foot on the stairs as the doorbell chimes again. She sighs looking upstairs for a moment, a pout on her lips and weighs her options as she literally starts 'stair mastering' in indecision.

When there's still no response from upstairs and the bell rings the fourth time she groans loudly, her decision made. With a forlorn look she trudges to the door like one would approach a gallows.

But, I didn't want to do people today...

Sighing, Lilly composes herself as she blows her bangs out of her face. With a deep exhale she opens the door. When she sees Dean, she slams it shut in his face with a definitive squeak of "Nope."

Dean waits at the door patiently for Lilly to answer it, smiling at the very loud calls the awkward girl was shouting. He smiles knowing the plan was already in effect. He knew Lilly's inner hostess would shine through; Mae had made that abundantly clear earlier. He rings the doorbell several more times. He hears her on the other side sighing deeply, picturing her blowing at her hair that always seemed to be covering her eyes and smirks. She was like clockwork. When she finally opens the door, fake smile plastered all over her face he goes to greet her but is stopped short by the door being immediately slammed in his face. The word 'nope' is clearly heard. He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Awesome. Plan B then I guess… can't believe Mae gave me permission to do this."He mumbles and sinks to one knee to pick the lock of the old door.

Lilly goes back to the kitchen happily humming, satisfied that the awkward encounter had been avoided. Honestly, she still needed time to push his words somewhere to the back recesses of her mind. She just had to find room somewhere. Maybe by… Her thoughts are cut short by the quiet closing of a door. "Of course you come out now."She mutters darkly, with an eye roll as she sets to throwing several herbs into her mortar.

"Yo Mae! Cowboy's creeping up our front stoop! Deal with it… Please?" She pauses to yell, picking up her pestle to resume crushing the herbs. She smiles, pleased as she complemented herself for doing something about the unwanted house guest.

Dean smirks in satisfaction when he finally feels the last tumbler fall into place. "Nice try Hufflepuff." He mutters, brushing his knees off as he stands back up and slipping in through the now unlocked door.

He recalls his earlier talk with Mae and sighs as he leaves his work boots behind, trying his best to put his best foot forward, literally, and save the OCD girl from waxing the floor. Dean listens for any noise as he carefully shuts the door behind him, starting forward but pausing at the sudden outburst as the girl yells to her friend again. Kitchen. Huh. She really does work like clockwork? Hope Mae remembered her part in this…

Dean sighs as he slowly makes his way towards the kitchen. When he finally arrives at the threshold he contemplates the best way to make his presence known and finally settles on a subtle clearing of his throat.

What he had expected: Awkward meep.

What he got: A large marble stick thrown into his chest, as the girl made a surprised banshee-like shriek.

"What th'fuck're you doing here?! Wait, how th'fuck did ya get in? Wait, no, r'you okay? Shit. Wait, no, I hope tha' hurt cha, ya jack ass…" Lilly spits out her jumbling over themselves before she can formulate a coherent thought. Her eyes darting from Dean to their back door as she runs for it.

Dean sighs, watching her run.

"Hey Hufflepuff. Nice to see you too, figured we might be overdue for a chat." Dean smiles confidently leaning his hip on the doorway and watches the girl turn to run, feeling confident in Mae's plan.

Lilly's face falls as his words catch up, she meeps out "Sorry, I gotta go." before she lunges for the door, swinging it open. She lets out a strangled cry, nearly toppling over when she stops herself; weeds, grass and a tipped over garbage pail block her exit. She freezes, weighing her options, lips trembling and hives forming as she stares in abject horror at her recently clean path.

"But, but. But... Why? How?"She whines.

Dean holds back a chuckle at the girl's reaction; happy that her displeasure of him didn't quite reach the level of dirt. He hesitantly walks to her and grabs her in a bear hug, kicking the door shut on the way back into the kitchen. The realization of how bad her OCD is dawns on him when she doesn't bother kicking and screaming till they actually end up in the sitting room. He looks over towards Mae who is sitting with head phones on, curled up reading a book- exactly where she said she'd be. Dean relaxes, letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He releases the now struggling girl and watches as she skulks to the furthest corner of the room.

Lilly glares at her friend wearing the noise canceling headset.

"That's the last time I ever get you a non-organic gift, you traitor." She hisses at Mae before petulantly plopping down in a chair; she notices several beers in an ice bucket. She sighs in defeat, pointedly ignoring the other two occupants in the room. She pops the lid off and pulls her feet up curling them beneath her under her skirt, and stares at the bottle as she spins it with her fingers, waiting.

Dean leans against the door watching Mae reading before turning his gaze to Lilly absently spinning the beer bottle. When she finally settles in and looks like she won't be running, he cautiously moves to the chair facing her. He looks at her in her unusual, non-Lilly like demeanor and doesn't enjoy for a single second how defeated she looks. Or how cautious, or how reserved, or quiet she was. The guilt starts in on him but before it can really take root he places his hands on his knees, leaning forward.

"Look, I need ta'pologize." He starts his tone a little more harsher than he intended.

Lilly pauses her bottle spinning for a moment as if shocked by his words but doesn't interrupt, though the need to do so is strong.

"I'm sorry I said... What I said to you." After casting a side glance towards Mae, not wanting to feel more shame and guilt over the apparent esteem shattering words. "I didn't mean 'em. It all just came out a mess… I'd actually gone there to talk to you and 'pologize about what happened b'fore that, but man, talking ta ya alone is damn difficult."

Lilly snorts with derision even as she fidgets, responding after a small pause. "I know it is. I accept that. I forgive you. Are we done?"

Dean looks at her in disbelief before shaking it off and grins. "Awesome. So, back ta normal then? All forgiven?"

"Sure. I hold no grudges. We are cool. You can leave now."

"So you're comin' back to Bobby's?" Dean asks hopefully.

"Umm… No." She replies sipping her beer one arm wrapped around her knees.

"Oh come on man, ya just said ya don't hold grudges." Dean runs his hand through his hair and begrudgingly sits back down.

She blows her bangs out of her eyes. "I don't."

"Then come back."

"Rather not."

"How's that not grudge hoardin'?"

Lilly rolls her eyes in derision and haughtily responds "Grudge, a persistent feeling of ill will or resentment resulting from a past insult or injury. I wish you no ill-will nor do I feel like wasting the energy required to build a resentment. You guys mean too much to Mae, anyways. Not worth it."

Dean raises his eyebrow. "I don't know whether t'be insulted r'not. Were ya just there cause we mean something t'Mae?. What about the speech at Dad's… Or the letter? The gifts? Phone calls? Your offer'a friendship?"

Lilly softens. "No of course not. Don't be so touchy. I just, I know, I'm well... Rather difficult to be around."

Dean exhales deeply and wipes at his brow. "Why do ya hav'ta be so damned… So, I mean ya had to know… Wait a minute… Is this really about," he pauses shooting Mae a side glance nodding to himself before looking back at Lilly "What I said to you or is this about something else?" He asks watching the girl shift in discomfort as her eyes dart at everything but Mae and him; his stare hardens.

She opens her mouth several times before she mumbles defensively "What? Yeah?... I mean of course. Ya kicked me while I was down, and said some hard truths. Why wouldn't that hurt?" Spinning the beer bottle more sharply and focuses on it.

Her words stab him deep, the pain of it catching him off guard. Guilt eats away at his gut, causing him to shift in discomfort. With a groan he tries to compose himself. He looks up just in time to catch a look of triumph in her eyes, brief enough to make him question if it was ever even there. "I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean what I said, there's something wrong with you." He immediately facepalms as she flinches. "I mean, well not like that, just that, you know, you're not normal. Damn it. No, what I'm sayin' is... Yer cursed or somethin', and, well... Yeah."

Lilly leans her head back staring at the ceiling. "Yeah cause you're the definition of normal, Cowboy. Kill any ghosts lately? Maybe a fanger? Like you have any room to talk 'bout this. I'm not cursed that's just fuckin' dumb. I'm sick of people blamin' my general treatment on a curse. I'm not fuckin' cursed, not saying they don't exist, not calling ya crazy r'nothin' Tex, just, I've dealt with this my whole life, I think I would give it some validity if that wasn't the case. But, personally I think I jus' give off some type a weird pheromone that makes everyone but Mae and River, go completely ape-shit. I mean, I don't know, curse just seems too much effort for me. We didn't even know this type of shit existed before you and your behemoth brother broke down our door Wild West style."

"Is that where Cowboy and Tex come from?" Dean asks before he can stop himself, as he tries to figure out where to begin with all that just poured out of the girl's mouth.

"Uh, yeah. Who the fuck else would jus' do that?" She responds with a quirked brow, looking at him like he was an idiot.

He ignores her answer and continues on. "A pheromone? Are you fuckin' serious? No one can… No. No Lilly. If it was somethin' like that… no, I'm not even goin' down that rabbit hole. What? Where do ya even come up with the shit that comes outta your mouth? Seriously? I mean it sucks… That you've dealt with this so long, but no. Curse makes the most sense. Oh God yeah, that just came out of my mouth." Dean replies. He then thinks about it, the girl had been acting really weird since the incident… more than just Lilly weird, even this conversation had been a bit off for them.. he deserved it sure, but she had never really shoved what he's done in his face before, and yeah, this may have been a long time coming, but something seemed off. She seemed fine talking about how he and everyone else treated her...however her attitude towards it was putting him off guard and he was questioning her motives. He thought about it for several moments watching her closely, before taking a shot in the dark.

"Lilly… Why'd you pass out? Not that I'm not kinda grateful for it, that punch probably would've caused you more brain damage than you already… But why? Cause, I mean, you seriously wouldn't be stupid enough to let yourself get that point right?" He demands looking towards the girl from the corner of his eye watching her reaction. At his question her already visible blush starts slowly turning into a hives. "Ah. Gotcha. Awesome. That's the bitch of it ain't it? Huh?"

Lilly diverts her eyes from the man in front of her. "Fuck you Dean. That has nothing to do with it you jack ass! You said some shit. That's all! I just, you know what? No. We're done." She snaps defensively and goes to stand up, but Dean's first to his feet, hands on her shoulders holding her in place.

"That's your line? Really, Lilly? That's where ya draw the line? We are talkin' 'bout this." Dean demands, firmly grabbing her chin and waiting for her to make eye contact before actually speaking. He realizes that may have been a mistake when her blush intensifies and her hives multiply. He smirks in amusement before muttering "Heh sorry, I know, I'm irresistible right?" with a smoldering wink and smug click of his tongue.

Lilly blinks several times and her eyes become vacant for a moment causing Dean to become a bit concerned.

But.. what.. Mae? What… but, but, what, da fuq, but did he… did that just… Wha… I but oh gods, he's staring at me. Oh Gods he's staring at me. Oh Gods Lilly he's staring. Say something. Lilly something. Say it. Lilly. Words. Stop. He's staring. Lilly! Still staring. Lilly stomp the smug. Stomp it. Lilly, Jesus girl anything. Lilly. Anything! Oh Gods. Jesus. Words! You know them. You. Lilly!

Lilly panics as she silently freaks out trying to stop her thoughts, not sure what to do with Dean as close to her as he was and then touching her on top of it.

"Meep" she eventually squeaks out before swatting at him. "You wish Tex, not every woman earth wants you, you ass. Amun-fucking-Ra, Dean. Personal space much? Feel like we've discussed it, can't be that foreign of a concept. You smug fucking prick!" She spits out defensively as she waves her hands spastically. Her blush is worse than he has ever seen it. He can't stop the laughter that seems to be ripped from him, before he feels himself getting tackled. Violence is apparently the only answer to this awful situation. Lilly thinks as she starts throttling him. Maybe if I give him a concussion we can just pretend this shittastic moment never happened. Yes. Good plan.

At the feeling of something large hitting the floor Mae looks up from her book. Shaking her head when she sees what has occurred. She takes out her camera snapping a picture and smiling at it, having every intention of putting it up on the fridge.

Caught off guard, Dean immediately grabs the girl; both fall back with Dean's back hitting the floor as his hands move down to her hips. He looked up in surprise, noticing all over again just how beautiful she is. He loves how her jet black bangs escaped her clipped-back hair, the way they framed her face as she looked down at him. Her smoky eyes, currently narrowed at him, looking sexy as hell while they shimmered a molten golden brown. Even the fullness of her cherry red lips seemed perfect. Her thighs squeeze against his as they just stare at each other.

When his brain finally catches up to the present, deep rumbling laughter escapes from his smug lips as his vibrant green eyes shine with amusement.

"Well this's a first. Usually it's me attackin' you. Not that I'm complainin' bout the change." Dean smirks, eyeing her proudly displayed cleavage that was currently an inch from his face.

"You assfuck!" Lily yells as she resumes throttling him- shaking by his shoulders with a surprising amount of strength for a girl her size.

"Stop laughing. Do… Just ... You?" She sputters, her sharp glare causing the man underneath her to have another laughing fit as she shakes him harder. "Gods you're such an ass!" She yells as she lets go of the man beneath her and she crosses her arms defiantly in utter disdain. "I hate you." She adds petulantly and she moves to get off him only to feel his hands grip her hips to hold her in place.

"Hey now, you jumped me, so f'anyone should be pitchin' a fit it-"

"Fuck you, Tex." Lilly spits back as she grabs the man's wrists doing her damnedest to remove his hands from her person. She tries to squirm out of his grasp, causing the man beneath her to grip tighter and let out a deep breath. Ceasing her actions immediately, Lilly sweeps his body for any injuries and tries to figure out what she possibly could have done to hurt him.

"Don't be such a bitch Dean, I didn't even touch you." She snaps and begins to struggle again, only for his grip to tighten.

"Hufflepuff... Stop it." Dean demands through clenched teeth, needing her to stop moving before the situation became uncomfortable.

"No. Lemme go." She pouts intentionally grinding her hips into his, oblivious to his dilemma.

"Couldn't wait to be on toppa me, eh Hufflepuff?" He cheekily questions; Lilly freezes again, the heat from her blush evident.

"Words of wisdom? Don't throttle someone n'a low cut top. Giv'em quite th'show… Specially with all the thrashing." He winks and jostles his hips. "C'mon Hufflepuff, I'm really enjoy'n the view." His voice more husky than he realizes, trying to ignore the tightening in his pants. Dean smirks, huh got you to stop.

Lilly screeches as she hides her face in her hands in mortification when Dean's deep rumbling laugh travels through her, her face becoming brighter by the moment.

Even through the red tinting her usually pale features and the small bumps adorning her skin she looked adorable hiding from him in embarrassment. "Aw come on Hufflepuff, s'not like I was complainin'." He states as she punches him hard in the shoulder, the shooting pain a reminder of their first meeting.

He shakes his head in disbelief questioning how they had ever really thought either girl were witches. Can't believe we thought these girls're a danger to society. Themselves? Sure. Definitely themselves... Huh… F'she won't listen she'll learn'ta… He throws his leg over her hip and switches their positions.

At his quick motion Lilly shrieks an extremely out-of-character girlish wail. Dean sighs as he grabs her wrists pinning her. Ignoring the wince he waits for the eye contact before beginning. "Look Lilly, I appreciate the effort you put into Sammy an' me, but, lettin' yourself go like that… With yer curse, s'not alright." He says even as she starts squirming and bucking her hips to try to throw him.

She glares at him, her defiance stamped clearly on her face. An uncomfortable feeling settles somewhere in her lower stomach; her current anger overriding her curiosity at the unfamiliar sensation. She opens her mouth to defend her actions but Dean stops her.

"No. This ain't an argument; this's fact. Don't do it again. Ya barely know us. We caused ya nothin' but grief, I've been nothin' but a dick this week. You more than anybody else need'ta be aware of yer surroundin's. Yer not invincible, ya idiot." He says inches away from her face, keeping eye contact to drive the point home.

"I'll do what I want. Ya can't dictate shit, Dean. Pot to cauldron much? Bobby tells me stories, ya know? Ya've no room to be judge-y, you, you judger." Lilly turns her head in petulant defiance.

"No." Dean states as he adjusts her wrists to be in just one hand grasping her jaw and turning her face to look her in the eye. "You won't do it again; you will take care of yourself. Ya wanted ta invade the Winchester clusterfuck, ya got it. So, as the oldest I'm tellin' ya, do not do somethin' that stupid again. Ya coulda been seriously hurt; ya can't be that drained with yer problems." He demands, his tone leaving no room for arguments.

"I'm bein' nice this time." He finishes with yet another wink.

Lilly humphs in disagreement even as his solemn stare burns into her own defiant one. His brilliant green leer clashing against her molten gold scowl.

"M'I makin' myself clear?" Dean demands.

"Nope. Not your call." She seethes.

"Damn well is. I mean it Lilly. Don't. Do. It. Again." He leans forward to breathe the command into her ear and enjoying it more than he should. He was careful to keep her unaware of his body's attraction, not an easy feat in their position. Even so, he felt smug when he heard her breath hitch.

"I'm takin' yer silence as surrender." He growls into her ear, unable to stop himself from teasing her.

"Amun-fucking-Ra, I'm an adult." she sputters out after finally forming the words.

"A real adult wouldn't use 'I'm an adult' ta make a point." Dean glares back. "You'll regret it if I find ya doin' this again."

"Doubt it."

"Oh? I promise this ain't somethin' I'm sayin' lightly. Ya wanted in, ya got it. I write the rules. M'I clear?"

Lilly glares and eventually just nods.

"Good. Look, I promise, after Sammy an' me look inta this Ellen chick we're gonna start look int'a breakin' yer curse, but ya damn well better take care'a ya'self. Idiot."

"Fine."

"Good." He states; pausing to enjoy being on top of her for another brief moment, before he starts untangling them from each other. The minute she gets the chance Lilly all-but-teleports to the other side of the room, causing a rumbling chuckle to escape from Dean. After several moments of gathering her composure, she turns around face still flushed.

"Usin' sex-appeal in a argument is unfair. No more touchin'. Totally not kosher or fair, or Hell's wrong with you?!" Lilly seethes; her heartbeat still pounding way above normal while her chest heaves.

Dean shrugs. "Hey, whatever drives the point home."

"I hate you."

"Ahh, now yer gettin' it. Also, stop avoidin' us. It's stupid."

"You're stupid." she parrots childishly.

"Better see you soon, Hufflepuff."

"Fuck off, Tex."

"With pleasure." Dean says. He walks over to Mae, tapping her on the shoulder and mumbles a quick thank you.

Before he walks out of the room, he shoots Lilly a final warning. "Meant every word Hufflepuff!"

Da'fuq was that? The memory of her being on the floor for several minutes hits her and she rushes to go take a shower vowing to discuss this 'betrayal' with Mae after.