Lilly was up early that morning. Her body had been wound tight most of the night. So after enough sleep to keep moving, Lilly glided down the hall trying not to wake anyone. Heading to kitchen, Lilly prepared a large all american breakfast of eggs, meats, and biscuits. Rustling around in the kitchen, Lilly tried her best not to let metal slam against metal. The nervous energy helped her pull everything together as the last of the coffee dripped. Lilly could hear Ellen coming out of her master suite off of the bar. Handing her a cup of coffee and a full plate, Ellen gave her a look. Before she could ask, the Winchesters came down the stairs following their noses. Sam seemed quiet as he crawled up onto a bar stool and used his green eyes to plead for a plate. Dean sauntered up onto a bar stool and looked at her as if she had three heads. Slowly, Lilly placed a plate in front of Sam then waited while she looked at Dean. Dean's eyes narrowed through the morning fog. Then he opened his eyes wide and jutted out his lower lip. The amazingly childlike attempt at a sincere pout made Lilly consider forgetting last night. Handing him a plate, Lilly decided not to give up on her excess energy.
Lilly pulled a long blue bag out from behind the counter. The canvas embroidered bag slung over the shoulder, Lilly pulled tables out of the way. Sweeping the floor Lilly, pulled a thin rubber mat out of the bag. Rolling it out, Lilly smirked. The long lines on the mat were the perfect thing for her. Refusing to look at the bar, Lilly just waited to hear the sounds she was waiting on. The slow creaking of the metal stool in Dean's corner was all of the indication Lilly needed. Turning on the small radio, Lilly allowed the sounds of Roeser wash over her. Separating her feet Lilly to the side on the long mat then leaned forward bending her knee. Her back leg remained straight. Slowly, Lilly leveled her arms with the floor on in front of her and one behind. Raising her hands above her head Lilly pressed her hands palms together and leaned her body back and into the Exalted Warrior pose. The small cough behind her encouraged her. Leaning forward Lilly only moved her torso as she twisted facing away from Dean. Bringing her right shoulder over her extended leg Lilly placed her palm flat on the floor by her foot. Bending her back leg, Lilly sank down pressing both of her palms flat on the floor in the middle of the mat. Then straightening her knees Lilly allowed her head to sink towards the floor. A small choking noise caught her attention. Deepening into the pose, Lilly reached back and through her wide spread legs. Opening her eyes slightly, Lilly caught a glance of Dean's upside down shocked expression. His empty mouth hung open, his eyes were wide as he watched Lilly enjoy her flexibility. The possibilities of all of the uses of her yoga flashed quiet vividly across his face. Slowly pulling out of the pose Lilly straightened her body up and shook out her muscles.
Turning Lilly walked over towards Dean's stool. Leaning against his warm body, Lilly allowed her body to sing at the contact. His face slowly transformed into a wicked little smile as his eyes darted towards the stairs and back at her. His interest was obvious and his body tensed as a reaction to hers. Lilly pressed her full pink lips to Dean's cheek and allowed them to linger.
"Good Morning." Lilly said returning the favor of frustration.
Bouncing off and into the workshop, Lilly pulled all of the scraps of silver together that she could. With a little work, the young woman sketched out the pattern of a flat set of disks. The sigil was only good to her if she was wearing it. And, people would only ignore it if they truly believed it was something else. So Lily set out to hide her only hope in a locket. The heat of the fire filled the room turning the small, but well ventilated area into a sauna. The familiarity of the work reminded her of the life she had left. The silver dollar sized disks set and cooled quickly.
The first disk, she mounted and applied a waxy coat tracing out the familiar coiling pattern of her birthmark. The three spiraling waves reached into each other as if supporting the one that went before and would come after. Dipping the small disk into acid. The acid bit into the metal leaving an inlay pattern. Staring at the second disk, Lilly tried to figure out how best to proceed. Mounting the disk Lilly thumbed the small disk. It was hard to believe that this small disk could protect anyone. It took her an hour to trace the intricate pattern onto the disk, with only two false starts. Then Lilly submerged the disk allowing everything, but a thin backing and the sigil remain. The pattern was gorgeous. The small angelic symbols seemed alive to her. The sensation tingled up her arm and into her body. With a loop, a hinge, and a lock Lilly turned the two disks into a locket. Smiling at the small piece of jewelry, Lilly placed it on the small black cord she had set aside. Turning around Lilly slammed flat against a solid body that didn't budge. Stumbling back, Lilly bumped against the work table.
"We have to go." Castiel said quickly and then rested a hand on Lilly's shoulder.
The world inverted then turned in on itself. The walls of the workshop reformed dissolved then into a small cabin. Stepping back, Lilly grabbed her side and tried to keep her breakfast down. The sensation of standing still and allowing the world to move around them had overwhelmed Lilly.
"Where? Why?" Lilly gasped.
"A friend's. We are hiding you." Castiel said patiently then looked away as if watching something in the distance.
"Where is Dean? Sam? What are you hiding me from?" Lilly asked crossing the room and staring up into Castiel's face.
"The angels found Dean and Sam. We couldn't have you there. The angels would have taken you." Castiel said looking down at her with a calm face. "I will take you back when they leave. They need me."
Castiel turned away and was gone. The emptiness of the room frustrated her. Looking around, Lilly looked for anything that could give her a clue as to where she currently was. A ripped envelope on the cluttered table read Sioux Falls, South Dakota. The shock of having been moved over two hundred miles in less then a second sunk in. Lilly was irritated. Finding somewhere to sit, Lilly gave into the waiting. The wood walls inscribed with red painted runes were all around her. The symbols were varied in origin and all just as strange to looking. Lilly allowed a stillness to come through her. Her mind wondered to the bar and to Dean. Her concerns all fixated on him. The idea of him in the room with angles bent on manipulation worried her. Ellen had told her of his continual ability to stay a head of the angels, and with Castiel on their side it would take a lot for the Winchesters to loose. So Lilly waited and hoped that he would stay a step a head. Time seemed to drag. Lilly leaned forward in her chair resting her elbows on her knees.
A sinking feeling began on the very fringe of her mind then slowly worked it's way in. Her skin felt tight around her muscles. Her limbs seemed stiff and uncomfortable. Pulling at the feeling Lilly tried to find a source. The awkward sensation became tangible, as if something was pulling on her. Reaching out Lilly tried to grab onto the entity tugging on her. The thick smell of burning wood and leather filled her nose. Trying to shake off the scent, Lilly coughed on the sensation. An image of Dean and Sam taking shelter behind the bar covering their heads flashed through her head. Dean grabbed Sam's collar as the bottles next to his head exploded. Panic filled her system fully as she desperately wanted nothing more then save them. A warmth spread through outward from her stomach. Her muscles screamed at the sensation of fire filling them. A bright white light flashed from her covering the room. The walls around her shifted out of focus blending together then reforming. For a split second the bar was in front of her. Dean and Sam's attention snapped up to her. Lilly looked around trying to catch up with where she suddenly was, the disorientation clouded her mind. Sam's face filled with shock and confusion. Dean's face filled with fear for her. A tall man across the bar lowered his hand and moved towards her. His rounded face spread in a wide smile. His apple cheeks showing off his wide toothy grin. His dimples came out. The charcoal grey suit was clean and pressed, looking strange in the chaos.
"There's my baby." The man said his voice was warm and welcoming.
Dean's hand grabbed Lilly's pulling her out of the trance. The subtle effect the man had on her faded. Dean's rough hand squeezed hers. Jumping up Dean wrapped his arm around her and covered her eyes with his other hand. Lilly could feel Sam grab her free hand.
"Lilly, he is going to kill us." Dean whispered in her ear.
Uncovering her face, Lilly watched as the Roadhouse lost it's shape. Then the bar disappeared again, and the three of them stood in the room of symbols. Lilly's head swam. Her legs buckled under her. Dean's body pressed against hers lowered her to the ground. Lilly was thankful for the solid surface. Her body shook lightly.
"Lilly." Dean tried to calm her down as he pulled her in tighter.
"Dean, she just…" Sam didn't finish the sentence.
"I know, Sammie. I know." She could feel Dean adjust around her.
"Dean. Sam. We have to move her. They are aware of her presence." Castiel's voice was suddenly there. The ground melted away beneath her. Clinging to Dean, Lilly tried to keep a grip on the only solid thing. His arms remained around her pulling tight. The woods around them were just there as if they always had been. The grass under her was soft and wet.
"I will never get used to that." Dean said trying to catch up himself.
"We are safe here." Castiel's voice had a hint of concern. "Lilly, there are things I need to teach you. I thought I would have more time to hide you."
Lilly looked up into Castiel's face and would have sworn that under the calm expression was worry. His slightly disconnected attitude made Lilly remember their last meeting. Lilly pulled into Dean. Her brain still seemed to swim inside her skull.
"Cas, maybe we should give her a moment." Sam said cutting into the conversation. Looking at her Cas seemed like a child staring suddenly at high science, but accepted anyway.
"Is Ellen okay?" Lilly asked quietly.
"The bar was undamaged. Ellen made it out before Zachariah showed up." Dean said reassuring her.