She walked outside, the screen door slamming behind her, with a plate in her hand, topped with a hamburger and chips. After the talk in the kitchen, Lily felt a little awkward around Dean. She found it very easy to read his emotions, feeling the anger consuming his soul. How she knew this, she still couldn't figure it all out yet.
Just yesterday, they had gotten a call from John. Lily observed Dean the way he talked to his dad, his answers curt and always ended with Yes Sirs. It seemed to Lily, that Dean was eager to please his father. Dean's face may have been a mask, but Lily could truly see how angry, hurt and depressed this young man was. It made her heart ache.
He was crouched at the rear end of a car, that was in various states of disrepair, his dark hair was plastered to his head, the grey tee shirt he had on clung to his body like a second skin. The setting sun made his skin tan, reminding her of some Greek God.
"I..uh..thought you wanted some food." After receiving that phone call from John, Dean had all but disappeared. He would leave the house, wander around the salvage yard all day, looking for some excuse to beat up something. Lily had stressed over if she should bother him or not, his anger was so thick and she wasn't used to his moods yet or how he reacted when he was angry,but something in her gut was telling her that Dean wouldn't harm her. So, she took Sam's advice and cooked him a burger. "And some fresh lemonade. I found a lemon tree out back, so I..uh..grabbed some and made you some." Her face tinged red as she rambled on, a sure sign she was nervous.
Dean hadn't expected to hear her voice, she was the one person he was avoiding at that moment. When he looked up to see her standing near the back end of the car, he was amazed at how much she had changed. She seemed to have come out of her shell just a bit. His eyes roamed up her bare, tanned legs, short demni shorts and a red and blue plaid flannel shirt, that was currently tied at the waist.
"Uh, thanks." He stood up and took off the black leather gloves, threw them on the hood, grabbing a beer from inside the car. He twisted the top off, placed the bottle to his lips and took a huge swallow. He turned from her, sat the bottle on the hood of the car and leaned up against the trunk. He crossed his ankles, then his arms over his chest. He looked at the plate, than at her. "You made that?"
"Yeah." She felt nervous as she stood there holding the plate, feeling like a complete idiot. This was really a wast of time.
Dean could fell the awkwardness between the two of him, not sure what it really all meant. After the talk in the kitchen, something seemed to have changed between the two of them. They had found solid ground; both grieving for the family they never really had.
Dean took a hute bite around the burger, instantly groaning his appreciation. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he let out a sigh. "Darlin'," He drawled as he took another bite. "This is a damn good burger." As he placed a finger to his mouth, between his full lips, and suck off the grease, Lily felt a strange and unfamiliar pitting in her stomach. It felt as if something had released a jar of butterflies loose in her stomach and they were fluttering their way up to her mouth. "Where'd you learn to cook like that?"
Lily leaned against the rusted frame of the car as she watched Dean continue to eat his burger. She wasn't very experienced when it came to guys, but she was certain Dean made love the same way he ate his burger; with complete and absolute abandon. "My..uh..foster brother, Christopher. He was was few years older than me. When, I ..uh came to live with Jack and Sally, he had been living there for two years." Lily smiled as she ran her hand over the body of the car. "He had a car just like this one. A '69 Chevy Nova, 6.6L V8, 3-speed automatic?"
Dean felt his mouth grow slack and he realized he still had food in his mouth. He quickly swallowed the burger. "Hey..I..uh..am fixing it up for Sammy." He sat the plate on the roof of the car, wanting to get his eyes off of her. She's jail bait, Dean. Hands off.
When he turned back around, Lily was now glancing at the house, where Sam had walked onto the porch. Dean noticed the way her face softened, a hint of a smile on her lips. It was pretty evident how she felt about his little brother.
"Hey," Sam stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans as he looked at Lily and Dean, both leaning up against the Nova. He had been looking out the living room window, watching Lily as she interacted with Dean. He couldn't help but feel just a little jealous as she smiled at him, tucking her hair behind her ear. Sam knew how much of a ladies man Dean was, and the thought of him even hitting on Lily really pissed him off. "Um, Jody's here Lily, she has some stuff for you." Sam glanced over at Dean who was wiping his hands off onto a rag that was stained black with grease.
Lily grabbed the empty plate off the roof and walked past Sam. She stopped when she was next to him and angled her head up to look at him. Without saying a word, she gave him a hint of a smile, then walked to the house. When Sam turned to look at his brother, Dean was studying him, a puzzled look on his face.
"What?"
Dean shook his head as he grabbed a wrench off the frame and leaned back under the hood. He glanced his eyes up at his brother who was leaning against the door. "What's going on between you two?"
"Uh," Sam nervously shifted on his feet as he tucked his hands underneath his arm pits. "What do you mean?"
Dean chuckled as he leaned back under the hood and began to tighten up some bolts. "I'm gonna have this thing running here in a bit. Why don't you take her for a test drive. Take Lily."
Sam snorted and nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Why would I wanna do that?" He stopped as Dean removed his body out from under the hood.
"Listen Sam. Dad's coming for us in a few days. For God's sake Sam, she fell asleep on your shoulder last night. She likes you. You like her," Dean stopped when Sam let out another snort. "The signs are there Sammy. Of all the things I have taught you over the years, don'tcha think it's time to put some of that into action?"
"She likes you man," Sam sighed as he slowly shook his head, "And I know you like her, too, I see the way you look at her Dean."
"Yeah, but," Dean took a rag and wiped down the wrench, adding to the already grim on the rag. "When, I, uh came back from the bar. I saw her sleeping on the couch. When I picked her up, do you know what she whispered to me?"
Sam closed his eyes. "I don't want to hear it."
"She said your name dude," Dean tossed the wrench into the tool box, and slammed the lid shut. He reached into the front pocket of his jeans. "She said your name Sammy." He slid out something silver and tossed it to Sam. "You have a chance Sam. I don't." Dean slammed the hood shut on the car, grabbed his tool box and brushed past Sam.
Sam looked down in his hands to see a pair of keys, he turned to see Dean had disappeared into the garage. He then turned his attention to the house, deciding what he should do.
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Lily didn't know what to think as she looked at her bed, covered in jeans, blouses, dresses, shoes and make-up. Jody had met her in her the living room with several bags underneath her arm, a huge smile on her face. She had taken the liberty of shopping for Lily, not really sure what her type was like.
This was too much for Lily to process as she stared at the clothing, her eyes landing on a pretty blue, strapless sundress. Her foster parents never gave her name brand clothing, always shopping at the local thrift store. Her clothes were always a decade out of style, and she could be constantly made fun of at school. The clothes that were on the bed still had the price tags on them, letting her know Jody went out of her way for her. But why her?
"I..I hope you like them." Jody finally broke the silence that had been in the room for the past ten minutes. When Jody had taken the items out of the bed, Lily kinda shut down on her. Her eyes were glazed over, filling with tears as she just looked at the clothes. Not making a move to try any of them on.
Lily turned her head to look at Jody, seeing the concern in the woman's eyes. "No...no...I do." She turned her head to look at the items. "It's way too much Ms. Mills."
"Jody, please." Jody walked over to the bed and selected the blue sundress that Lily had been eyeing. "It's my pleasure. Besides, Bobby doesn't know a thing about fashion." . She turned Lily around to face the mirror, holding the dress to her body.
Both of them turned when they heard a light rap on the door, seeing Sam standing in the doorway. He nervously tucked his hands into the front pocket of his heans, his long fingers touching the keys that sat in his right pocket. "I, was, uh wondering if Lily would like to take a drive with me? Dean fixed the Nova and I was gonna take a test drive." He let out a breath as he nervously looked at the floor, feeling Jody's eyes on him.
Jody turned to look at Lily, a smile across the young girl's face. "Well, I guess that's alright with me, if it's alright with Lily."
Lily shly nodded as she cast her eyes on the floor. "I would love to."
Jody walked over to Sam and gently pushed him out of the door frame. "Give her twenty minutes."
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Sam sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers clapsed together. As the minutes ticked by, he realized how silly this all really was. She had made no indication that she was the least bit interested in him, only seeing him as friends. Panic crept along inside of him, as he came to the conclusion that that's how she only looked at him like, a friend.
He wanted to get up from that couch, find Lily and tell her how this was all a terrible mistake. That he listened to his ass of a brother and he only thought of her as friend. But, that all left him when he looked up from the floor.
But, when he went to get up, he saw her standing in the doorway, her hands handing down at her sides. He quickly did a sweep with his eyes, pleased at what he saw. The blue dress she had on, let him see her soft curves, and her bare legs. Her long, dark hair was swept over her shoulder, the ends touching the strap of the navy blue dress.
"You ready?" Sam got up from the couch as he slid the keys out of his pocket.
Lily smiled as she snatched the keys from Sam's hands. "I know just the place."
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Rocks pinged under the chasse of the old car as it sped down the road. Because there was no moon out the road was dark, and Sam tried to make sense of the surroundings. All he could see where shadows of the trees as the Chevy slipped further and further into the countryside. After leaving the property, Sam decided to have Lily drive sense she seemed to know where they were going.
Sam was about to ask where they were going when Lily turned down a slightly-overgrown dirt path. She drove a few feet and stopped, smiling at Sam as she shut the engine off. She opened the door and hopped out of the truck, and even with his long legs, Sam had a hard time keeping up with her as she hustled through the tall grass.
"Lily?" Sam called as he slowly made his way through the jungle. "Lily?" He heard a soft voice calling to him just in front of him.
"Over here Sam." Her voice echoed through the trees to him.
Sam noticed the path he was walking on had once been grass. Now, after many years, it was torn down to dirt. He walked down a small hill and stopped as he came to a creek. Just to his right and under a large oak tree, Lily was sitting on the dock, her small feet moving back and forth in the dark water. Moonlight was highlighted around the ripples her toes caused.
Sam walked to the edge of the dock as he slowly sat next to her, his arm brushing up against hers. He looked out across the water to see the darkened outline of pine trees. "This is a really off the beaten path, how did you find this?"
Lily sighed and ran her toe in circles in the water. "A week ago. I, uh, took a walk and found this place." Lily stood up on the dock and looked down at Sam. She turned her attention back to the water as her hands slid under the hem of her dress, and lifted it above her head. After tossing the fabric to the dirt, Sam sucked in a breath as he saw her backside. It was tight and firm and surrounded in pink lace. He swallowed the lump in his throat. She placed her hands above her head, bent at the knees and dove into the water. Sam watched as she resurfaced. The moon had disappeared behind the clouds again but he could tell that she was slicking her wet hair back from her face as she came up for air. "Come on in Sam. The water's perfect." She smiled at him as she moved her arms back and forth in the water.
He wrestled with his demons and tried to talk his way out of this, but he knew deep inside there was nothing that could talk him out of this. He twirled his finger in a circle in the air. What would Dean do?
"Turn around."
Lily laughed but she moved around in the water, placing her hands over her eyes. "It's not fair."
"Life's not fair," Sam chuckled as he stood up on the dock, his shirt the first thing to come off. As he looked down to unbutton his jeans, he was unaware that Lily had silently turned back around. She watched as the jeans slid over his slim hips and onto the breath hitched as he straightened up and faced her.
Her eyes swept to his hard chest, down his stomach tracing the six pack, and suddenly had to looked, feeling her shyness overcome her. She heard him as he dove into the water, surfacing just a few feet from her.
The awkwardness had increased tenfold between them. Sam wanted to say something but he was a loss for words. Dammit Sam. Dean would already have her in his arms.
He was shaken out of his thoughts as Lily let out a quickly turned around in the water, her face scrunched up in terror as she frantically pushed through the water towards Sam. "Oh my God. Something just touched my leg!" She wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and slid her legs around his waist. Her face was buried in his neck as her body shook with terror.
"Lily." Sam treaded the water with his arms outstretched and this girl clinging to him. He turned his head towards hers. "I think it was a fish, or a stick."
She raised her head and was confronted by a pair of hazel eyes almost the exact color of Scotch. Without warning, Sam's lips were lightly pressed to hers, slowly kissing her. It was light at first, Sam wanting her to get used to the feeling of them on hers. When she let out a soft moan, Sam pressed his lips harder on hers, his mouth opened against hers, his tongue seeking hers.
Sam wasn't sure how long they kissed like that, time had no meaning. All he was aware of was the girl in his arms as they kissed, her hands locking onto the back of his neck, her fingers wound into his long hair.
Suddenly, as if she realized what she was doing, pulled away from Sam's mouth. Her blue eyes were large with fright."L..let's go back to the house, okay?" She slid off of him and made her way to the shore, leaving Sam stunned. She quickly walked to the shore, grabbing her clothes on the dock along the way back to the car. By the time she got there, she was already dressed, not caring that they were already soaked through.
Sam found her leaning up against the grill of the car her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Her head snapped up when she heard him step on twig and she was in the driver's seat before he could reach the passenger side. He was mentally kicking himself for allowing things to progress like they did. Something had spooked her that much Sam could tell.
Not a word was said as the engine roared to life. Sam slowly opened the door of the car as he positioned himself next to her. She took a moment before she started driving. Her hands were on the steering wheel, her head bent down. Sam didn't know if she was crying or praying. After a minute, her head snapped back up and she put the car in reverse. The drive back to the house was silent as both occupants were in their own world. Well, Sam thought. At least this part was like how half of Dean's dates go.