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Lilly paces back and forth as she tugs at her hair and mutters quietly to herself. "Do I put my bra and panties back on? I mean, I have a few racy-esque negligees... Should I put on one-a those? Or just stand here naked? Or lie on the bed?… OH GODS, are we doin' this on my bed? Th'hell's wrong with me? Th'Hell was I thinkin'? Gods! What's wrong with me? Fuck! Does everyone have these problems? No, no they must. It's not like there's books about how ta mentally prepare for- Are there books for this? Shit. Should I have researched it? Damn it!"
Lilly freaks out as she rushes over and dons her sexiest matching set of green underwear that she had bought after thinking about Dean. She hadn't been sure why she had been drawn to them, but now that she thought about it they were a similar shade of green that his eyes were…. "Is that creepy? Fuck, th'Hell m'I doin'?"
She sighs as she wraps her arms around her chest protectively, feeling incredibly insecure and questioning herself before she roughly shakes her head drops her arms and stomps her foot. "No! I wanna do this, awkwardness be damned." She snaps at herself. "It's happenin'. Come on, ovary-up bitch!"
"What the Hell's did I ever do to deserve this? Should I put another blanket down? Why do they never explain the awkwardness of this shit? Gods dammit I just wanna be normal for like a day… This is some bull shit." She curses as she scratches at her scalp in frustration.
"Lilly?" Dean questions from the bathroom doorway. He leans a towel-clad hip against the door jam, watching her go through… whatever it was she was going through. "I'm diggin' the underwear. Looks sexy."
At Dean's observation, Lilly blushes and smiles nervously at him. "Dean. Sorry 'bout that. I'm sorry; this must be difficult. I know how hard this must be, with, you know, wanting to strangle me from the curse an' I'm sure my odd… Quirks. Yep. Quirks, is a word for it... I guess. Sorry, I'm just… I wanna do this, I'm just feeling incredibly..." Lilly starts rambling as she resumes her pacing. She only stops when Dean abruptly steps in front of her, effectively silencing her when her face smacks into his chest. He leans in, wraps his hands around the back of her thighs and picks her up; she doesn't fight him, just wraps her legs around his waist as he walks her to his room without a word. He drops her on his bed and sits beside her.
"Lilly. It's fine." He assures her, easily moving her closer to him with one arm wrapped around her waist. "So, d'ya still wanna-" Dean is cut off by a intense kiss from the girl at his side. Her hands moving over him again as she crawls on top of him without another moment's thought.
The two are silent as he grabs her hips; his fingers dig into her skin as she kisses him from his jaw to his neck.
Before she can go any further in her mission, Dean surprises her and she lets out a squeak; his hands grip her body as he pulls them both onto the center of the bed, still keeping her on top of him. He wants to make sure she's comfortable and he's not rushing her or making her feel confined.
Her teeth scrape along his skin as she nips and kisses down his chest. Her fingers dance and massage along his rib cage until she pauses at his treasure trail. She grips the knot in the towel riding low on his hips, ripping it open as she positions herself over him. She licks and kisses hip bones as her nails scrape his thighs. His moans and grunts encouraging her, in a way words never could.
When her tongue meets the base of his cock she begins trailing her tongue up to the tip. She pauses in hesitation before she gives his head an experimental flick of her tongue. Her eyes widen in surprise, pleased by the subtle taste. She was shocked she hadn't noticed his generous length in the shower, or at the very least, sooner. Her eyes close and she purrs with pleasure as she relishes in the feeling of him tenderly digging his calloused fingers into her hair.
Without a word she begins to watch him, his green eyes intensely connecting with her gold, as she slowly slides her lips over his cock. There, an apology with no way to fuck it up. I've been dreaming about this since I first laid eyes on him in the shop… Apparently a gag is the way to go. She thinks derisively as she begins to set a teasing pace, flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock as she maneuvers up and down his shaft.
"Fuck! Christ. Lilly." Dean grunts brokenly as he lets her find her rhythm. He is taken off guard by her brazen display of dominance and equally surprised by her awesome skill. Admittedly, he had fantasized about this moment, yet this had not at all been what he envisioned. He had pictured her being meek and awkward, though he was certainly not complaining about this pleasant turn of events. He was sure he would have to take the lead, but apparently Lilly would always keep him on his toes; and he loved that. He lays back and closes his eyes in ecstasy before he starts thrusting his hips to meet her pace instinctively, careful of not being too aggressive.
"Oh God, Babe, just like that…" Dean encourages her huskily and she responds with fervor; she relaxes her throat and swallows his cock deeper. Lilly smiles around him as another pleased groan growls out from the man beneath her. She wraps one of her hand his base and begins pumping it in time with her mouth, until the burning in her lungs reminds her of her need for oxygen.
She releases his head with a loud wet 'pop', inhaling deeply, a wicked smile curving her lips as she looked at the man beneath her with appreciation. When she feels a gentle tug on her hair, allowing him to guide her to his mouth. The kiss is a perfect mixture of controlling and caring, that only adds fuel to her desire as Dean becomes more demanding.
"I need you now, Lilly." He growls in her ear, nipping it before he sits up, pulling her into his lap. As she straddles him, his hands move around her rib cage and up and her back. While he kisses her, Dean unhooks her bra. Fingers from one hand trail down her spine from the nape of her neck to her tailbone and back. His other hand glides up her stomach and under the edge of the lace and he cups her breast. Lilly gives a satisfied sigh into his mouth then his lips pull away. He winks and gives a rakish smile when he grabs the garment and flings it clear across the room before he flips her to her back.
"Fuck." Lilly growls as she buries her fingers in his hair, pulling him to her mouth as she reclaims his lips and her hips grind up against his; desperately seeking some type of friction.
Dean smirks into the kiss, deepening it as he presses his erection into her still-clothed pussy. He grinds down a few times in rhythm with her hips and immensely enjoys the half-pleased, half-frustrated whimpers she makes.
When he decides he's had enough of teasing Lilly, Dean pulls away from her body and kneels between her bent legs. Grabbing each knee, he pulls her legs straight up to his chest, and he seductively kisses her ankles; she laughs at his silly move. Then he startles her by gripping her panties at her hips and ripping the lacy item up and off her legs in one fast maneuver. He kisses her ankles once more before he lowers her legs back to either side of him. She sits up, reaching out to him to pull him closer, before she nips the spot at the center of his tattoo. Her tongue quickly soothes over the sting before she pulls him in for another kiss.
Dean smiles as he slowly guides her back to the bed. "Wanna take it slow babe, with your... Don't wanna hurt you…" He admits softly. It had been years since the last time he had slept with a virgin, and though he got the impression something unpleasant happened to her during her time with Vincent, to his knowledge she was still inexperienced and he needed to remember that.
"Maybe I don't want slow? Just, Dean… Please. I need you." Lilly pleads; she desperately wanted to placate his apprehension.
"Just, let me..." Dean nips her ear as he pulls her hips from the bed and lines himself up with her entrance. He wanted to watch her as they did this the first time, needed to make sure he wasn't hurting her. He took his time, thrusting against her slowly and gently.
"Dean." Lilly whines with urgency. "You're killing me, stop being such a dick." Her voice thick with lust.
Dean growls and answers her need with fervor, thrusting into her with one long stroke. He flinches when he feels himself push through resistance; acutely aware of Lilly's nails biting into his thighs in response. He freezes and watches her in concern.
Lilly frowns at him. "Don't stop. What's wrong with you? I need you. More than that, I trust you. Why don't you get that? Just fuck me." Lilly whimpers out in frustration. Her hips move, struggling eagerly as she tries to get him to move again.
"What? I'm worried, okay? I don't like knowin' I'm gonna hurt ya." He mumbles as he slowly begins moving his hips again.
"Don't be a such a bitch, Dean, I'm not glass." She chides between gasps, her hands moving down his toned abs with surprising urgency.
"You want it rough? Fine, I'll show you rough." He picks up the pace of his thrusts in a slight reprimand to her attitude; he's shocked when she meets him thrust for thrust.
"Harder." She growls, digging her nails into his arms.
He pauses his movements for a moment, breaking all contact with her and smirking at her grunt of disapproval as she tries to fight him. "This ain't a game ya can win Hufflepuff." He smirks with male pride as he roughly flips her to her stomach and positions himself behind her.
He wraps one arm around her hips and pulls up as he uses the other arm to push her chest into the mattress. Once he has her in position he enters her from behind with no warning. The feral sounds she makes fuels his drive as he powerfully drives into her. Her moans slowly getting louder with the increased pace.
He leans down to traces her spine with his tongue, enjoying her slight tremors and softs moans as he works his way up her back. He bites her harshly as he gets deeper with the new angle. He chuckles in her ear huskily "Like that, Hufflepuff?."
A needy moan is his only response. He smiles down at her as he reaches to grip the back of her neck, squeezing it experimentally. His smile broadens at her whimper then she lets out a moan as she clenches tighter around him and desperately presses back into him, screaming out "Faster! Harder! Fuck, just more!"
He smirks at her response as he releases her neck to smack her ass in reprimand. "Oh no sweetheart, this is goin' at my pace." He slows his thrusts as both hands move to hold her hips in place, as he continues his teasingly agonizing pace.
Lilly cries out at the change of pace, she tries to squirm and growls out "Dean you asshole! What th'Hell do you think you're-" between gasps of air as she struggles to return to their previous pace, only to be cut off by another rough smack to her ass. Her muscles clenching around his cock tightly in response. The sharp sting only arousing her further.
Oh my Gods there is something so wrong with me, knew it the minute he tied me to that damned chair… What the fuck… This is… But Gods, it feels amazing.
Dean groans as her muscles grip him, smiling down at her nearly stopping completely enjoying her frustration. "Lilly, stop squirming. You want it? Behave."
Lilly snarls in response, as she attempts to turn around; stopping when his hand comes back to grip her neck and pins her down to the mattress with a growl. His display of dominance sends another wave of heat in all the right places. Her knees go weak as she whines weakly in protest. "I thought you said whatever I want."
"Oh babe, don't even try ta say this ain't gettin' you wet." Dean responds thrusting into her all the way, smiling at her moan of pleasure it elicits.
"Dean, please… Just move." Lilly grounds out in frustration trying to move for any type of friction.
"Don't tell me what to do, Hufflepuff." He growls into her ear nipping it, enjoying this thoroughly. Something in the back of his mind swirls; says that something about this was wrong but the pleasure he was feeling was keeping it at bay. Dean's savoring the thrill of this 'battle' of dominance.
"Dean!" Lilly gasps out in a cry as he begins moving in her slowly again, unable to keep from trying to set the pace, enjoying the rush of heat from the slap that follows, unable to keep her moan from slipping past her lips..
"Lilly. Stop. Moving." Dean grounds at punctuating each word with a sinfully slow thrust and light bite to her shoulder, loving the sound of her strangled cries of frustration mixed with pleasure.
"Dean, you're driving me insane. I don't know… just move." Lilly rasps out.
"Only if you say please. Beg for it." He chuckles huskily.
"Are you… No." Lilly says shaking her head.
"Well. looks. like. this. is. what. we. are. stuck. with. then." He drawls out slowly gripping her hips tighter with reserved slow strokes.
"Dean!" She cries out in frustration trying to turn to yell at him, only to find herself pinned down again.
"Beg for it babe. You're the one who decided to fight me during sex. I'll also take an apology. I can do this all night." He demands. He quickens his pace a bit, but not enough, ten neart immediately slows again. The feeling of her tightening around him drives him nearly mad; his free hand reaches around her and starts teasing her clit. Her response was immediate; loud cries and needy mewls of ecstasy escaped her lips. The sound of his name is ripped from her, unbidden, along with calls to what may have been her entire pantheon. He couldn't help the smirk of pure male pride that slipped over his lips.
"Dean!" She growls out desperately the need for more, everything, overwhelming her to the point of tears, feeling so close and yet so far from her release.
"Beg for it babe. Promise I'll take you over the edge." He teases her; his fingers roughly bite into her hips to keep her in place while he maintains his languid stride.
"I'm. Not. Doing. That." She bites out as she struggles to gain some ground.
"Awesome. I'm really enjoying this."
"Prick." She growls.
Dean shakes his head and leans down biting her shoulder in reprimand, unable to keep from smiling at her responding scream of pleasure. He slides his hand from the back of her neck to wrap in her hair pulling her head off the bed; his dick throbs nearly painfully at her moans.
"That wasn't very nice. Apologize." He demands as he stops his thrusts, as his fingers continue playing with her clit.
Lilly exhales as another cry is torn from building pressure. "Dean! Please… Just fuck me! Ra! Stop being a douchebag!"
"Close babe, almost had me at 'please'." He hoarsely moans into her ear. Then nips at her neck harshly as he pulls at her hair roughly making her whole body arch in a 'u' and draws a satisfying growl from her. "I know you want it babe. I can feel you want it."
Lilly shakes her head, close to crying tears of frustration, the pleasure and pain washing through her like a torrent. She's not willing to give him the satisfaction. "Bite me." She chokes out with a smirk.
He nips at her throat; teeth scraping and working the vein in her neck, making a wickedly delicious trail to the juncture of her throat and shoulder. When he actually bites into her, neither expect her cry of ecstasy, as she cums hard, screaming his name in sheer bliss. Her vision nearly goes black.
Dean growls and tightens his fist in her hair, pushing her back into the mattress unable to control himself as he feels the sensation of her cumming around him. He begins ramming into her roughly, eliciting more satisfying cries and moans from the girl underneath him. His nails bite into her hips as he rock them both to the top again. Both cry out in tandem as they experience earth shattering orgasms. He finally releases her hips and rolls over, laying next to her as they both breathe heavily from exertion and pleasure.
Dean looks at the girl next to him and concern overwhelms him. He tenses when he recognizes the familiar anger associated with her curse and without another word, he runs out of the room.
The last words he hears are a mumbled, "This is why I trust you."
.93.
Dean and Sam wave as they pull out of the garage, both happy with their latest trip home to Mystic. It had started out rough, and they were both still concerned about the girls; Mae wasn't fully healed from her surgery yet, and Lilly was still off from her and Sam's time dealing with the alternate Trickster universe.
Their last few days there though, they had been blissful reminders of why they do what they do, and why they couldn't just give up.
Dean looks over at his brother, who was unusually relaxed back into the seat and absently staring off into space with a small smile on his face. "Hey there Sammy." Dean chuckles as he continues to drive. "What'cha thinkin' bout?" He teases with a smirk.
Sam shakes his head before he turns to Dean. "What?" He furrows his brow before he sits up a little straighter, embarrassed that Dean had caught him thinking about waking up with Mae this morning. "Nothing. Just, ya know, still worried about the girls and stuff. What about you?"
"Lookin' forward to gettin' the damn colt back." Dean responds with a smile.
"Yeah, no doubt. It's nice to have a plan again." Sam taps on his knees in time to the music. "Sounds like Bobby has a lead on her. That reminds me, we need to stop and pick up a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue."
"Rufus, right, I'm interested to see what Bobby's ol' hunting partner was like."
"Yeah, no kidding." Sam settles back into his seat, his thoughts turning to the problem at hand; getting Dean out of his stupid deal and saving his life.
Dean nods as they settle into silence once more, his thoughts drifting back to last night with Lilly, a stupid prideful smile making it's way to his face. Lilly was certainly full of wonderful surprises.
"Ya know, even when we get the colt back we still have to find the demon." Sam points out, already thinking ahead to the next step. He turns to Dean after a moment when he doesn't answer, happily catching Dean's far off goofy grin. "Uh huh, so what cha thinkin' 'bout Dean? That's not a hunting face." He teases.
"What?" Dean asks as he abruptly snaps back at his brother's tone. "What'dya say Sammy?" He asks as he looks over at his brother quizzically.
"What'cha thinkin bout Dean?" Sam repeats with a large shit eating grin on his face. This very well may be the first time he had seen Dean this interested in a girl, and he couldn't resist turning the tables on him for once, at least a little.
Dean lifts his brow at Sam's open teasing. "I was just thinkin' 'bout the last few days. Was a pretty damn good time. You're certainly lookin' happier than you have in a long time."
"Yeah, I wasn't expecting it to end on such a high note." Sam returns with a sly smile.
"Right?" Dean exclaims, looking very content with himself.
"Wait you two actually managed to…" Sam asks with wide eyes, looking kind of impressed. He lets out a low whistle. "Curse and OCD and all of it?"
"Well, yeah." Dean snorts, "One, I'm awesome. Two, why do you think I asked Mae to take ya down to the basement? I had to have an escape route, just incase. We did pretty well with it, I mean," He gives his brother a goofy grin, "Not to toot my own horn or nothing."
"I mean I guessed but, never would have thought you'd wrangle it. She's just so… Lilly." He says with a frown as he slowly nods.
"If Lilly is short for 'full of surprises', then absolutely."
Sam snorts and shakes his head. "Huh." He says simply before he chuckles. "Alright then. And ya like didn't end up punchin' her or anything?"
"I didn't do a damn thing she didn't like." Dean tells him smugly.
"Huh." Sam says with another contemplative nod, as he scratches the back of his head. "Huh."
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"What do you mean 'she's gone'?" Sam asks in concern.
"I mean I woke up this morning and there was no one else here! I've looked everywhere! At first I thought he'd come and taken her… But, she took her acoustic guitar and her stupid blanket! The kitchen is loaded with pre-made food, and she threw out or hid all the liquor! She left all of her phones lined up on the damn table next to four lined up envelops, all of it freaking OCD Lilly style!" Mae rambles in her attempt to explain, trying not to hyperventilate though her voice rises continuously throughout her explanation.
Sam curses over the phone. "Just breathe baby. Have ya told Bobby yet?"
"No. I haven't. He's still in Egypt. I'm sorry… She's just gone." Mae sighs as she bites at her lip with a dazed look on her face. "Poof. I don't understand, where'd she go? How far does she think she's goin' to get on that stupid bike?!" She exclaims. Her vision blurring as she swallowed back her panic. "She just left me."
"Mae, just breath." Sam commands; his voice taking on a calming but firm edge to it.
"I promise I'm trying." Mae breathes, taking a deep breath, "I just don't know what to do. I have no idea where she would even go!" She adds before her eyes widen with an epiphany. "And people are going to be attacking her if she runs into anyone. What does she think she's doin'?" She continues, her voice starting to crack under her stress. "She's an idiot! She's gonna get herself killed!"
"Hey, it's going to be ok. Have you read the letters yet?" Sam continues to question.
"No, only one has my name on it, the others are for you, Dean an' Bobby." Mae tells him, looking over the letters. She picks up the one with her name on it, "I'm going to read mine, I'm sorry I called before I even did that."
"It's ok Mae. Go ahead and read your letter. I can wait." He sooths.
Hey Mae,
Sorry to have just ditched like this. I get your probably pissed but I swear this was of my own volition. No one's forcing me, but it's supposed to happen in two days and I really didn't want to walk that path again. So, here I am, writing you this note. Tellin' ya ta make good decisions, an take care of yourself while I'm gone. I really hope ya'll can figure this stuff out with Tex, he doesn't- No, sorry! Not the point. There's a shit ton of your teas and food for you pre-packed with directions. Don't worry about the shop and the classes, I made arrangements cause, love you, but you're so you sometimes. They're handled until we want to take them back over. Love you dearly Harps. Please don't hate me. And sorry you have to make that call.
Love always,
Lilly
Tears run down her face as she reads it to herself, then rereads it for Sam.
"She's gone, but she didn't say where she was going. How could she just leave? We could have worked on this together, coulda gone into hiding, moved, anything but this. What if something happens to her. She can't be alone with people, they'll kill her Sam! What was she thinking?" Mae demands sadly as her panic began to set in again.
"Mae, we'll be there right after we confront Bella. We got a tip that she was holed up in a hotel. I'll call you as soon as we're done. Ok? Mae, shit, I'm sorry, but we have to move on this."
She takes a slow deliberate breath and presses her fingers into her eyes before exhaling. "I understand. Go get that gun Sam. I'll be fine, and here when you're done. Love you."
"Love you too Mae." Sam says.
Mae hangs up before she can start panicking again, her fingers itching to open the remaining letters on the table in hopes Lilly left more information in one of the others. Instead she scoops them up and hides them in a bookshelf next to the front door. Lilly wouldn't write down where she was going, so it would just be an invasion if she read the letters.
.95.
"Who is this?" Ash asks over the phone tone dripping with suspicion.
"Um… Hey Ash… This is Lilly, from Christmas? I was wondering if I could ask for a favor. I mean I know we don't really know each other but…Honestly, I don't have many options here."
"Lil's? My darling little baker, what can I do for you my love?" He responds, tone immediately changing from suspicion to a more 'suave' tone.
"Right. Well…" Lilly starts before explaining her predicament, doing her best to include, if not gloss over, the last several weeks, (months to her), to the man on the phone ending that her and Dean were now a couple. "Look I know that it's a lot to process but as I said I couldn't risk Mae and and the guys knowing and Bobby speaks so highly of your technomancy that I'd figure I'd at least try asking for your help. If anyone could dig up a summoning spell, I figured it would be you. I mean you don't have to help. The stakes are high… But I just-"
"Lil's. Ssshhh. I'm thinking." Ash cuts her off trying to process the info dump he had just received. "Look where are you even going? You're really b'tween a rock an' a hard place ain't cha?… I'll help. Always wanted ta be a knight. So, my folks have a cabin in Maine if you want it. It's isolated and I doubt anyone would look for you there if you're interested."
Lilly smiles at his words as she blows her bangs out of her face relief washing over her. "Are you sure. I mean… I've never met a demon, but summoning one I can only assume is incredibly dangerous… So, are you sure? And the cabin, you sure yer family won't mind...?"
"Yeah, no problemo, and as for the Mae and Bobby thing. Want me to ask Ellen and Jo to go wait with her til the old man get's back? I won't tell them where you're going. Scouts honor…" Ash promises the girl.
"That would actually be really super." Lilly admits feeling more relieved by the moment. "You think they'll do it?"
"Sure they will. Ellen hates Jo hunting anyways. I'll text ya the address." Ash comments
"Promise ya won't tell anyone? Please… I don't wanna have to-"
"Promise darlin', won't say a word." Ash vows.
"Thank you so much for this Ash, I owe you big for this." She swears, placing her phone back into her cleavage zipping her favorite leather jacket up as she kicks her bike back into gear, and starts heading East. Some of her tension eased when she felt the phone vibrate a moment later. She'd check the address once she got closer, but for now she was just content to have a plan. It wasn't much, but she was confident that between her and Ash, they could figure it all out.
.96.
Mae rushes to the door anxiously when it rings, hoping to see her stupid, irresponsible friend, who must have lost her key. Instead she finds herself staring into a familiar set of brown eyes.
"Hey sugah, hope ya don't mind us stopping by?" Ellen greets with a smile as she hugs the younger woman in front of her.
"I- uh. Oh, hi. No, of course not." Mae sputters out in surprise, doing her best to hide her disappointment.
"Hey Mae." Jo chirps from behind her mother, looking rather bored.
"Hey Jo." Mae gives a weak smile, "Oh, uh, sorry, please, come in." She steps back to let them in.
"Hope ya don't mind us stoppin' by, we were jus in town, hopin' ta catch Singer, but he wasn't in." Ellen apologizes, her eyes softening when she notices the strain on the younger girl.
"He's in Egypt right now. We uh, learned more about Lilly's curse. So he went there for research or something." She answers, shutting the door behind them. She leans her head against the door, worry instantly flooding her again.
"Mae, what's wrong? You look like hell." Jo asks bluntly, earning a slight glare from her mother.
Mae doesn't answer immediately, causing Ellen to approach her. "Mae?" She asks, thinking the girl's attention had just wandered. She puts a hand out, laying it comfortingly against her right shoulder.
Mae hisses out in pain, spinning around quickly. "Ow, sorry. I-"
"What is wrong with your shoulder?" Ellen asks worried. "I barely touched you."
"It's nothing, I uh. I haven't. I can't-" Mae slides slowly to the floor in front of the door, doing her best to hold back tears .
"Jo, call Ash. Find out what he knows." Ellen orders, even as she slowly kneeled down in front of Mae.
"Sure thing." Jo agrees, backing out of the room with one last concerned look to Mae.
"Honey, I'm here to help. But you have to tell me what's wrong." Ellen soothes her softly, as she gently pulls Mae into a hug. "It's alright baby girl, if you need to cry, you just cry. We'll still be here."
"At least you're not drugging me…" Mae giggles hysterically through the tears, knowing if she had acted this way in front of Lilly, she would surely have drugged her. The thought was bitter sweet.
.97.
"Lil's you here?" Ash calls out from the foyer with a backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. He smiles and lets out a grateful sigh as the smell of delicious food wafts over him.
"Oh… uh yeah. Thanks again Ash, I really appreciate this. Foods on the stove." Lilly chirps from the kitchen.
"Right." Ash yells back making his way to the kitchen with ease, going slack jawed at the sight of Lilly scrubbing the counters with a black eye and busted lip. "What the hell happened to you?"
"What?" She asks looking up in confusion, before she realizes what he's referring to her face. "Oh… I needed cleaning supplies. And groceries."
"And you got into a fight over them."
"Well, not that they aren't worth fighting over… But no." She snickers amused by the look of disbelief on his face. She stands and heads to the sink to wash her hands, even though it killed her to do so with bandages on.
"Oh… The curse, right. I, gotcha." Ash nods in understanding before he walks over to the cabinet to grab a plate. He loads it high with food and takes a seat at the table.
"Do you know if Ellen and Jo were going to go chill with Mae?" Lilly asks as she watches him from across the kitchen, her soft brown eyes burning with concern.
"Yep,they're already there. Jo called, 'parently she was willing to lie for us. She's going with 'I don't know where you are, but you're talking to me." Ash assures her as he starts shoveling the food into his face.
"There's PBR's in the fridge." She mumbles relief coursing through her at his answer. "Imma go clean something. Thanks again."
"Not a problem." Ash nods, mouth full of food as he heads to the fridge grabbing a beer before settling into a seat at the kitchen table and begins researching. "If Dean wasn't dating her, I'd totally rock that girls world. This food..." He hums happily as he piles another forkful into his mouth.
.98.
"Hey gidjits!" Bobby calls out as he enters Mystic, happy with what he had found out in Egypt and eager to share it.
"Hi Singer… So Egypt huh… That's nice, that's nice. So while you were gone, one of your kids apparently ran away." Ellen greets him, in the hall her hip cocked to the side as she looked the other hunter over, with a somber expression.
"Ellen? What're you- Which one did what?" Bobby asks in confusion as her words catch up him.
"That would be Lilly." Ellen supplies, passing him a sealed letter with his name scrawled on it.
Sup Bobby,
So… Uh you're probably pissed. Completely understandable. I know I'm going to get yelled at when I get back but please understand I really needed to do this. Sorry you were out of the country. If I planned that on purpose… It was subconsciously. Hope you'll forgive me. Please take care of Mae. All our liquor is at your house. Please don't let Mae turn into an alcoholic while I'm gone.
Your shit-tastic pseudo daughter
Lilly
"Sonovabitch!" Bobby exclaims as he drags his hand down his face, crumpling the note and shoving it into his pocket.
"Yep. And apparently she's only talking to Ash. She picked up some of the hunter's paranoia somewhere. Smart though. Mae was a mess when we got here, but I bet she'll be happy to see you." Ellen continues, watching him turn red.
"That fucking brat. Imma kill her." Bobby yells, his irritation at an all time high as he throws his cap to the floor.
"Uh huh. Pick your cap up and go talk to Mae, I think she's out back with Jo." Ellen shakes her head, even as she hides a small smile behind her palm.
Bobby grumbles something under his breath before picking up his hat and slamming it back on his head. He takes Ellen up on her advice and heads out back towards the gardens.
"You're getting better Mae, you actually hit the target that time." He hears Jo tease.
"Maybe I'm just more of a shotgun type of person." Mae teases back.
"Anyone can be a shotgun person, you have'ta learn to use a pistol."
"Gidjit, why is Jo teaching you to shoot?" Bobby asks gruffly, coming around the last tree.
Mae spins around quickly, "Bobby!" She shouts, switching the safety before she puts the pistol down on a bench and runs into his arms.
"Hey Singer." Jo greets, thumbs in her jean's loops as she watches the two with a small smile on her face. Mael had been an emotional wreck for last several days, and she was really hoping Bobby would be able to fix it. It was uncomfortable for her to watch the other girl in so much pain and not be able to do anything about it. It had slowly morphed into a goal for her to find a way to cheer the usually vibrant girl up, hence gun practice. "I'm just going to go check on Mom." She adds leaving the two to talk in private.
"I just read her letter. How are you holding up? How's the shoulder?" Bobby asks, returning her hug gently.
"I'm, I'm ok." She says with a small smile, trying to be convincing. She was confused by her reaction to Lilly's disappearance. This wasn't the first time Lilly had just needed space, though usually it was in the form of locking herself in her room or hiding away in another part of the house. It wasn't like Lilly was dead, but she couldn't figure out why she felt so incomplete. Maybe it was the fact she had been completely separated from everyone. She hoped that was it. "And uh, I didn't tell them about my shoulder. I've been trying to take care of it myself." She admits sheepishly.
"Oh, for crying out loud Gidjit. Get your ass in the house and let me take a look at it." He rolls his eyes as he pulls her to walk with him.
"So, what happened in Egypt? Have you heard from the guys?" She asks, hoping to talk about anything except the current situation they had found themselves in.
.99.
"Who's this?" Dean demands rudely as he answers his phone.
"Uh, Hey Tex-" Lilly responds awkwardly, as she scrubs down a coffee table.
"Lilly! It's been three fuckin' weeks! What the fuck is wrong with you? " Dean exclaims loudly, and clearly enraged.
"Would you like that in list form or were you just-" Lilly begins to ask before he cuts her off.
"No, don't even. Do you have any idea how fucking worried everyone is over your little disappearing act? What the fuck were you thinking?" Dean hisses between his teeth.
"Um… About that. I was just… I had to go. You, Sammy, and Bobby were getting distracted from what was really important. And it's not like I can't take care of myself. So I made the decision to take myself out of the equation. You've got a deal ta get out of Dean, that's what we should have focused our damn energy on, not this stupid curse." Lilly responds softly, wincing at his tone.
The line is silent for several moments as she pictures him trying to reign in his anger.
"Let's just put all of everything to the side for a minute. Are you safe?" He finally exhales.
"Yes, look Dean… You have things you need to do, and I'm so-"
"So help me god Lilly if you say sorry, I will be so fucking pissed with you." Dean threatens.
"You're already pretty pissed Dean." Lilly points out scrubbing at a stain harder.
"There is a difference between pissed and very, very worried." Dean explains.
"Sounds pissed to me." She mumbled petulantly.
"It's not a big difference I guess." He mumbles, "God, Lilly, please just tell me you're ok."
"Yes, Dean I'm fine, I wouldn't have called otherwise." Lilly admits, with an eyeroll.
"Why didn't you tell me the day that bastard was going to try to take you." Dean demands, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Cause you have your own problems to deal with. I handled it. It's handled." Lilly staunchly defends her actions, as she violently attacked the stain.
"Right, cause you're not high on my priorities." Dean scoffs, offended by her assessment. "We could have set a trap, and possibly gotten the amulet from him. We could have talked to him. You just had to tell us." Dean argues.
"Honestly Dean… That isn't the point. You need to focus on your problem right now. It's a bit more prominent at the moment. Maat, Dean. I feel like I've been nothin' but a distraction. I need you to not die please and thank you."
"I told you I wasn't going to do down without a fight, and I'm not. We've been chasing a few leads while hunting down Bella. Who, by the way, is dead now. She traded the colt trying to get out of her own deal." He sighs out, sounding worn and weary.
"Super. That fucking sucks… She couldn't worm her way out of it?" Lilly asks with a frown, recalling everything she knew about the thief, concern sworming her.
"Nah, she failed the last part of her deal." He tells her, shrugging it off.
"Which was?" Lilly prompts.
"She was suppose to kill Sam. Yeah, apparently Lilith really hates Sammy. Like really hates him."
"Ah. Well, that's- Huh, Lilith? She the keeper of contracts? " Lilly asks with interest.
"Well, from what that bitch told us, she's the up and coming leader, and apparently she has ties to the contract. I don't know, I still think we should start by ganking the king of the crossroads. Work our way up from there. "
"King of the crossroads… He's the contract holder?" Lilly asks concerned. Well that's something to work with...
"Yeah, I guess. I just want ya in the loop on this, I'm not giving up." He admits.
"I love you Dean, I didn't enjoy experiencing a world without you." She admits softly as she stared absently at the counter, before she closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Just wanted to let you know that Tex… I'm glad you're fighting. Call ya soon. My phone is usually shut off." Lilly responds seriously, her fingers tapping out a nervous rhythm on the table.
"I love you too Lilly. Please, please take care of yourself." He begs.
"Always Cowboy. Try ta do the same. Tell Mae I say hi when you see her." She says, not ready to end the conversation yet, not ready to let go of his voice.
"Yeah… About that." Dean says gruffly.
"Why do I feel like I'm not going to like the next words out of your mouth?"
"Probably because I don't even like it. Look, I meant it when I said Lilith really doesn't like Sam. We ran into some trouble with the FBI a couple weeks ago." He begins to explain.
"Oh. Did it have anything to do with the time you two were wanted for armed robbery and murder, and didn't let us know?"
"Yeah, it was connected. Anyway, Lilith sent a whole bunch of assassins to take us out. We barely got out of it alive. The rest, well, they were all alive when we left. But that bitch killed them all. Blew up the whole station. I'm officially dead by the way." He tells her, his voice thick with raw emotion.
"Amun fucking Ra, Dean." Lilly exhales. "Ya'll really never catch a fuckin' break do you?"
"Yeah. Well, we've decided that we're going to have to avoid goin' home for a bit. I'm pretty sure they'd hurt Mae just to get to us. Don't worry though, we checked-in with her last week to tell her we're okay. Apparently Ellen and Jo are staying with her, and I think Bobby may have temporarily moved in too." Dean explains quickly, almost fearful of her anger at the situation.
"Right." She nods in understanding, even though he couldn't see her. "Can ya try harder not to get killed by fucking demons please? Isn't there some like, I don't know, honor among contracts or something? They shouldn't be trying to off you early." She spits out wanting to throw her phone in frustration.
"I'll be fine Lilly. It sounds like the hit is out on Sammy, not me. But you know I can't just leave my brother to deal with this, though ta be honest I've considered locking him in a basement."
"You were almost blown up Dean! Is that supposed to be reassuring? You two are attached at the fucking hip! Do you have any idea how fucking convoluted this shit is? You sold your soul for his and now they are trying to get two of you for the price of one." She hisses out.
"I know, it does seem strange, but maybe this Lilith chick doesn't care about the rules. And I guess they don't care that I'm not going to just stand by while they try to gank my brother." Dean lets out a sigh.
"Super." Lilly responds despondently. Frustrated, but completely understanding the logistics of his predicament.
"I'm sorry Lilly, I didn't tell you this to make you lose hope. But we did want you to know that we're only avoiding Mae because we don't want to lead them back to her."
"It's fine, I have no room to talk… I haven't even called her."
"Afraid she'll talk you into coming back?" Dean asks.
"Little bit. Also I'm paranoid that he tapped the phone lines."
"I'll let Bobby and Ellen know so they can sweep for them. I'll let you know next time we talk." He sighs again.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it Dean. Your amazing." She smiles, grateful that he had taken everything so well.
"Anything for you babe. Just stay safe and get home when you can. Talk to you soon. Take care of yourself."
"Same to you Tex. Make good decisions"
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