Fifty-Four
There had only been one of the hunters that Lily had been unable to fix.
By the time she was done, Sam and Dean were ready to leave and she was starving. First diner they came across she wanted some pie.
As she sat in the back of the car staring out the window and tracing Castiel's mark on her arm when Dean pulled over on the side of the road. He always did it when something was bothering him and everything always bothered him.
Lily leant forward in between the seats and smiled. "There better be some reason-say pie-behind this little pit stop."
Dean turned the engine off and sat back in his seat. "I saw you walk that alpha out the door, Sam. Now call me crazy but that seems weird."
"What!" Lily snapped. "That's why you didn't want me there. What the hell Sammy!"
Sam sighed. "You weren't supposed to know about that."
"Know what?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah Sam," Lily frowned. "Care to explain why you didn't kill the alpha vampire? I swear to Chuck I will zap my ass back there and finish the job myself do I make myself clear? Start talking."
"It's just something Samuel's been doing," Sam answered. "Catching things, taking them somewhere, grilling them for info."
"Grill?" Dean scowled. "You mean torture."
Lily shivered at that word.
"Was it his idea?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "No. It was mine."
"What? Why?" Lily asked him. "Sam are you nuts? You don't keep an alpha as a freaking pet you take off their freaking heads! You should have let me kill him instead of telling me to go play nursemaid you freaking soulless ghoul. Where does Samuel take them? Have you been there? I assume the alpha vamp isn't the only CEO you guys have got locked up."
Sam shook his head. "No. But I hear-"
"You hear?" Lily cut in. "You hear? Sam, this is freaking shady as hell! Someone brings you back from Hell and Samuel and conveniently you two are hunting high level demons and catching them to take in for information! You're freaking nuts Sam!
Dean looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, it's like I'm projecting my voice. I'd make one hell of a ventriloquist."
Lily glared at him.
"Lily he's our grandfather," Sam replied.
"And what? That automatically gives him a season pass to stupid?" she snapped. "You can't assume that family means the same thing to him as it does to us. He's a Campbell, not a Winchester. All we have is each other."
"Sam you've got no instinct," Dean added. "I mean this no having a soul thing has messed up your instincts, you're trusting the wrong person Sam."
"Thanks guys," Sam scoffed.
"I'm not kidding," Dean replied. "Nobody's forcing you to work with us. But if we do this, I drive the bus, I call the shots and you tell me everything whether you think it's important or not because-trust me-you can't tell the difference. Or you know what, go with Samuel. See how that goes. It's up to you."
Sam sighed. He looked back at Lily, "what's going on with you anyway?" he asked her.
"Hey I'm not the one under interrogation here Sammy," Lily answered.
"Maybe you should be," he shrugged.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean frowned. "Don't tell me she left something behind in the cage too?"
"Cass would have noticed," Lily replied. "Nothing is wrong with me, I'm fine."
"I watched you kill that vamp," Sam told her. "You had that same smirk on your face that Crowley gets when he's killing things, or any other demon."
Lily glared at him. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this."
Dean opened his mouth to say something when she vanished from the back seat. He slammed his fists on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it!"
