The feeling of cold metal against her skin made her eyes flutter open. She was on some sort of table. She raised her head up to find her arms were stretched above her head. Looking up she found that a black iron shackle locked her wrists in place. She tried to move the rest of her body, but her ankles were also held down by heavy straps.

She was not wearing what she went to bed in that night. A thin, white dress went to her knees, and she shuddered from the chill in the air. Something cold, almost metallic, touched her one calf and her body jerked in response. Her chest rose up and down as she felt something squeeze her middle and tickle her skin. She closed her eyes tight as the sensation ran its way around her body. A voice shook the room. "Don't fight it Katie. This is your destiny. You are to become one of us."

Sam took his hands and shook her gently. "Lily. Wake up. It's just a dream." He had woken up when her felt her thrashing next to him, woman's name on her lips as she pleaded for her to not go.

"Hey," Sam whispered into her ear, "I'm here, Lily." Sam leaned up on his arm as he turned her body to face him. "Lily..hey, wake up."

Lily's eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up, colliding her head with Sam's. The two of them fell away from each other, both somewhat stunned. She broke from the shock of the impact and moved her feet against the sheets, trying to get herself up. She let out a small scream as his hand touched her arm and she shrunk back from the touch.

"Sam?" she asked as she realized who the hand belonged to. Her chest heaved up and down as her heart beat hard. Her eyes searched his, looking for some kind of answer. Slowly she reached out with her hand, stopping at his face as her fingers gently caressed his cheek.

He smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed her lips, and brushed back a piece of hair from her eyes. "You were dreaming." He kissed her closed eyes, her nose, then her lips again. He pulled back and noticed how dark her blue eyes were. Her pupils were open wide and he could have sworn he saw a bit of amber swirling among the blue. "W-who's Mary?"

"Mary?" Lily murmured as she closed her eyes again. It troubled Sam to see how truly out of it she was, almost as if she was still dreaming. "Mary.." She shook her head. "I can't describe her. But...but I can show you."

"Show me?" Sam looked at her puzzled as she rose up from the bed, placing her hands on his chest before she pushed him back onto the bed. "Lily..what?"

"Ssshh, Sam." She bent down to kiss him, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them. She slid her legs over his hips, sitting on his stomach. She moved her hips a bit as she kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. With a smack, she pulled from his lips, placing her forehead against his. "She comes to me. In dreams. I..I don't know who she is."

"Who?" Sam wrapped his arms around her, locking onto her back, holding her body to his. Warm, brown eyes searched hers, trying to figure out what Lily was trying to tell him.

"Close your eyes Sam." Lily closed hers as she felt his hands slowly rub up and down her back. "Do you see her?"

Sam was about to ask who Lily was referring to, but an image flashed onto his mind. A woman was standing in front of him, long blond hair, and a white night gown. The woman smiled at him as she slowly walked to him, her gown blowing softly at her ankles. Sam. Sam felt his heart racing as he recognized the woman; his mom. With a scream from her lips, she reached out her hand to him before bursting into a ball of flames.

Sam quickly sat up, knocking Lily onto the bed, his breathing was fast and hard as he looked at her. "W..what the hell was that?"

Lily picked up her head as her eyes widened with surprise. "Sam?" She tilted her head, looking at him, confusion on her face. "Sam? W-what happened?"

Sam's breathing quickened as he looked at the confusion on her face, her blue eyes wide. "Hey," He sat up, bringing her to him. He took her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His large hands moved onto her hips as he looked up at her. "You know I'm crazy about you right?" He pushed what just happened, to the back of his mind. He chalked it up to them both half asleep, dreaming of what happened. He knew that was stupid, and that it was much more, but he didn't want to think about any of that.. As he kissed her, her body moving on his, he knew something was not right. But he couldn't, no he wouldn't. He was not going to be like his dad, or his brother.

After they both came down from their high, they stayed together, her body wrapped around his, kissing her. In this moment, Sam had made up his mind. He was going to leave this life style and make one of his own. He would go to school, get a good job and bring Lily with him.

"Sam," Lily murmured against his collar bone, her lips sliding along the length. "I, I can't."

"Can't what?" He moved her hair back from her neck, kissing the bare skin.

She raised her head up, looking into his eyes. "We can't...you can't. You can't leave the lifestyle Sam."

Sam grabbed her face with his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Yes I can Lily. And I will. I will come back for you. Just give me some time."

"Sam."

The door flung open and both Sam and Lily turned their head to see Dean, a very awkward look on his face. "Uh...Sam...might wanna get dressed."

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Dean opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light that shone through his half-open curtains, his head pounding. He closed his eyes, hearing the rushing of blood in his ears, cursing himself for drinking so damn much. He had no choice in that matter, because the noises that were coming from the other side of his wall, would not let him sleep. For four, agonizing hours, he could hear her moans, her sighs and her cries. IT seemed that the noises would go on all night long, but an hour before the sun rose, the noises finally stopped.

As he lay there trying to get back to sleep, Dean realized that wasn't going to happen. With a frustrated sigh, he slapped the mattress and stood up from the bed. He paused as heard the throaty rumble of an engine, and the crunch of gravel. Confused, he walked to the window, pulled back the lace curtains to see the sun glinting off the windshield of a black, classic, lifted truck.

"Son of a bitch," Dean whispered as he let the curtain fall back into place. He quickly grabbed his jeans, hopping on one leg then the other as he slid them over his hips. He opened his door as he walked out into the hallway. "Sammy!"

He slid the black shirt over his head as he opened the door, not expecting the scene before him. They were both sitting up on the bed, their naked limbs entwined around each other, kissing. Before he looked away, Dean got a glimpse of a full breast with dusky colored nipples "Uh, Sam, you might want to get dressed. Dad and Bobby just pulled in."

As Dean shut the door, Sam moved Lily off of him grabbing his clothes from the bed. She pulled the sheets to her as she watched him get dressed, seeing the stress on his face. "Sam..." Her voice hitched in her throat, swallowing the lump.

He looked at her as he opened the door, quickly shutting it tight behind him. His longs legs took him down the hallway, down the creaky stairs, following the founds of voices coming from the kitchen. Sam slowly walked into the room, seeing Dean hugging their dad. When John Winchester pulled away, he noticed Sam standing in the doorway.

"Hey son, you all packed?"

"No." Sam straightened up his tall frame as John glared at him, his eyes dark with his anger. "I'm..I'm staying here."

John snorted as he walked over to the table where a over stuffed army bag sat. John opened up the bag, examining the contents that were inside. "Like hell you are! I need you on a hunt Sam."

"No, you need Dean, not me."

"Sam," Dean quickly stepped between his dad and his brother, easily seeing the warning signs. For the past year, since Sam sprouted up in height, he began to stand up to John. Several shouting matches ensued, always ending with John storming out of the motel rooms. "Come on Sam. What the hell are you doing, huh?"

"Screw it Dean," Sam's jaw clenched in anger as he glared at his dad, "I will not be his good little solider anymore Dean. That may be your kinda thing, but it ain't mine!'

"Enough!"Everyone jumped as Bobby slammed his palms on the table, making everyone jump. "I will have no more of this fightin' in my house! Ya hear me?" Bobby moved his eyes to the door frame to see Sam still standing there, his eyes filling with tears. "Sam, you will head upstairs, you will pack your things and you will go with your brother and your dad."

"Bobby..." Sam's voice was silenced as he felt an hand slid along his arm. He turned his head to see Lily, a small smile on her face.

"Sam, it's okay." Her blue eyes roamed along the kitchen, fixing on Dean for just a second, before she turned her attention on the older man. John Winchester was a very handsome older man. The beard on his face was peppered with white and black, his sharp features were lined with wrinkles, his skin tanned. He was a hunter. Lily wasn't sure how she knew this, but if the Winchesters were to stay, her life would end at the hands of John Winchester.

"Lily." Sam turned to watch her walk back down the hallway, feeling his heart shatter into a million pieces. His face screwed up in anger as he walked over to his father, his frame level with his dad's. "I will never forgive you for this."

"I don't know why you're so pissed off over a girl Sam. You know you can find another one."

"I am pissed off!" Sam raised his finger as he pointed it in John's face. "I am pissed off because you don't know who I am anymore Dad! You don't give a rat's ass about what I wanna do. I"m tired of this life dad, all I want is a normal life."

"Our normal life," John's eyes slid black, his anger was becoming dangerous. "Ended the day your mother died Sam. All that girl will ever be to you Sam is a death sentence got it?"

"Screw you," Sam spat. He took his hands and shoved John backwards as he stormed out of the kitchen and up the steps to grab his bag. When he reached the bedroom, Lily was no where to be seen. He looked for her as Dean and John packed up the Impala; around the maze of cars, down by the creek, but she was no where to be seen.

From the oak tree that sat up against the house, Lily perched on the high branch, watching as Sam looked for her. She wanted to jump down and run to him, take his hand and run away, far, far away. Never to be seen or heard from again. With tears streaming down her face, she watched as Sam slid into the backseat as the Impala drove out of the salvage yard.