December 23rd, 2001; Jody's house, Sioux Falls, South Dakota

The weeks after Sam left, Lily kept a constant vigil on the phone, hoping, and wishing he would call her. When weeks turned into months, she went to live with Jody. After becoming busy with his hunting, Bobby could no longer care for Lily. Plus, the seasoned hunter wanted a better life for Lily, with the hopes of finishing school.

When months turned into a year, Lily's vision and nightmares were there still, but after much practice and several nose bleeds later, she was finally able to control them. She recognized the headaches that came right before her visions, and when it was time to sleep, well, she had a cure for that. By being in control for the first time in her life, she learned what it meant to be a normal teenager. She joined the cheer leading squad, and began dating the football captain. She became prom queen, and her academics scores were through the roof allowing for a bright future. By pretending that everything was normal again, Jody laid off the questions. She pushed Sam out of her mind, finding it easy to block anything pertaining to him.

Now, four months into her 17th year, Lily stood in front of a mirror clouded with condensation. She took her hand, raked back the moisture and looked at the reflection staring back at her. It had been three years since she last saw Dean or Sam, and Lily had changed. Her dark hair hung down her back, skimming the top of her lower back. The right side of her hair was plaited with tiny breads, held together by a small tie. Her crystal blue eyes were lined with black, her full lips colored with red. Her body had filled out in her hips, but her waist was small. Her best feature, from her current boyfriend, was her amazing rack. She wasn't the normal skinny girl and guys loved that about her.

As she stared at her naked body in the mirror, a light knock sounded on the other side of the door. "Lily..can you come down for a minute please? I need some help in the kitchen."

She turned away from her reflection and picked up a pair of jeans off the sink and slid them over her hips. "Yeah, I'll be down in a minute." She zipped up the jeans, slid on the purple bra, clasping it in the back. She slid on a skin tight black tank top, then a blue and black flannel shirt, leaving it up open. She opened the door, warm mist floating along the floor as she walked on the wood, her bare feet quiet.

As she decended the stairs, she noticed the fireplace was lit, covering in white lights. A large Christmas tree sat near the bay window, the lights twinkling with the orange flames. The smells of chicken roasting in the oven made her stomach growl as she walked along the hallway to the back of the house, where the kitchen was located

"Damn, Jody. It smells delicious..in..here..

Sitting at the table, a glass of amber liquid in a tumbler, was Dean. He was the first one that Lily saw, because he was in her line of sight. He had been in mid drink when she walked into the room and he immediately spit it back into the glass as he noticed how much Lily had changed, she was almost unrecognizable, but one thing hadn't change, those beautiful blue eyes.

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"Lily?" Dean scooted back his chair as he stumbled to rise from his feet. His eyes roamed a tight, curvy body, and full breasts under that tank top, a smirk started on his lips until he saw Jody glaring at him. She took a moment to check Dean out, before turning her attention to Sam. Three years had been kind to the older Winchester brother.

At the mention of her name, Sam's eyes snapped up from the book he had been reading to see Lily standing just inside the kitchen, a shocked look on her face. She hadn't been told they had been coming, the shock on her face told Sam that much. Could he blame her for not wanting to see him? After all the promises he made?

Lily turned to look at Jody who was plating mashed potatoes onto a huge serving platter. "What are they doing here?" She gritted her teeth together as she shot daggers at Dean, then at Sam.

"They are our guests, young lady," Jody pointed to the table with the serving spoon. Jody placed the platter of chicken in Lily's hands as she grabbed the potatoes. "Sit. Now!"Lily put a hand on her full hips, huffed something under breath and slid out a chair, ignoring Dean's clumsy attempt at pulling one out of her. "Their dad called me and asked if they could stay here for a while-sit!"

Lily had slid back her chair, prepared to storm out of the room, wanting to get away from the Winchesters. She was half-way up when Jody pointed at her. She slowly sat back down, picked up her fork and stabbed at her chicken. "what about a motel?"

"It's my house young lady," Jody handed Dean the platter that was filled with quartered chicken, which he accepted with a huge smile. "There is plenty of room."

Lily kept her eyes on her plate, taking small bites here and there. She could feel his eyes on hers and she wanted to scream at him to just stop it, to just leave her alone, but she kept quiet. She listened to the small talk between Jody and the boys; Dean even going out of his way to include Lily, but she would only answer with a quick shrug of her shoulders or a I Don't Know.

Sam knew there was something different about Lily, she was no longer that shy girl he knew three years ago. Instead, she seemed moodier, angrier, the smile long gone out of her eyes.

"Can I be done?" Lily placed her fork beside her half-eaten plate. "I have a date." Since the first time she sat down in the chair, she looked up across the table at Sam. The shock on his face was the exact reaction she wanted from him.

"A..a date?" Dean scrunched up his face as he looked across the table at Lily. "With who?"

"None of your business, that's who." Lily slid back the chair as she stood up, grabbed her plate and walked it over to the sink.

Jody let out a defeated sigh as Lily threw the plate into the sink, the knife and plate clattering against the porcelain. Sam tracked her with his eyes as Lily stormed out of the kitchen, then settled on Sam, giving him a sad smile. "She's just a little shocked seeing you guys. She'll come around."

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Sam and Dean had been traveling with their father for several months, forced to stay at crappy motel after motel. The beds with the sagging mattress were always two inches too short, forcing his feet to hang over the bed. Sam was more than pleased to open the guest bedroom to see the queen sized bed. But despite sleeping on the most comfortable bed he had ever been in, Sam tossed and he turned. After several hours of flipping onto his side, his stomach, and then his back, Sam turned his head to look at the clock on the desk near the door. 2:30 a.m. He didn't want to admit to himself, but Sam had been waiting to hear Lily come home.

He found his jeans neatly draped across the back of the chair, the buckle clinking as he slid them over his hips. He took the white tee shirt, sliding it over his lean frame as he he opened the door, his bare feet treading silently along the hard wood floor. He passed the room Dean was staying in, pausing to hear his brothers snores. A quick peek in the room across from Dean's, had proved that Lily had not come home yet.

The living room downstairs was dark and quiet as he slowly walked with his hands out in front of him, not familiar with Jody's house. He let out a groan as his shin painfully found the coffee table. He bent down, rubbing the sore, grimacing at the shooting pain. His long fingers found the remote placed on the middle of the table, and sat down on the couch. He found the power button and flipped on the TV, his features illuminated by the soft bluish glow of the screen.

He settled into the cushions, flipping through the channels, stopping as a movie popped onto the screen. Indiana Jones:Raiders of the Lost Ark. That had been playing that night, the night Lily snuggled against him, her head gently placed on his shoulder. He was shocked when he felt her fingers lace through his, feeling a little bit happy. A marathon had been playing, so they settled in to watch it, both falling asleep.

He was brought out of the past as a low rumble vibrated the living room where headlights flashed into the living room, glinting off the glass of the entertainment center. Sam paused the television as he slowly got up from the couch, walking over to the bay window. He reached his hand behind the tree, and pulled back the yellow curtain.

A black, lifted Chevy truck, with just the parking lights on, was sitting in the driveway. Sam could hear the loud voices as the passenger door was flung open, and Lily hoped out of the truck, slamming the door. With a squeal of tires, the truck backed out of the driveway, and sped down the street. Sam sat back down on the couch, waiting for Lily to come inside the house.

Sam watched the clock in the corner and when it hit twenty minutes, he decided he needed to see where she had disappared. From the so unds coming from that truck, a nasty fight had happened. He unlocked the wooden door, the hings let out a rustyy whine as he stepped out onto the porch. A smell coming from his right made him turn his head to see Lily was sitting on the porch swing. A flick let him see her face as she held it to a joint that was hanging from her mouth.

"Kinda cold out here."

HE heard a snort as Lily exhaled. "What? You waitin' up for me?"

"I..uh..couldn't sleep." He shifted on his feet as he pointed to the swing. "May I?"

"Free country, ain't it?" She flicked the lighter against the joint and took in a huge breath. She held it for a few seconds before slowly letting her breath out, smoke billowed around her face.

"Everything okay Lily?" Sam slowly next to her as he watched her take another hit. "Is..that pot?"

"So what if it is, Sam? Uh? Gonna run up there and tell Jody." She snapped at him as she tucked the lighter into the pocket of her coat. She leaned back into the swing, kicking her feet up on the porch rail.

"Lily," Sam reached over and put his large hand on her knee, "This isn't you. Smoking pot? Come on Lily."

"What the hell do you know!" Lily swung her legs off the rail, brushed Sam's hand off her knee and stood up from the swing. "IT's been three years Sam. Three years! How in the hell would you even know what's me anymore?"

"Lily," He stood up from the swing trying to grab her arm, but she shoved him away.

"Get away from me Sam. You can't just show up after three years and expect everything to be back the way it was."

"Listen..Lily."

"No!" Lily turned to face him, her bottom lip trembled as she stretched her head up to look at him. Damn did he get taller? "You listen Sam. I waited for you. I felt like such a fool, but I believed you. I believed you that you would come back for me. I waited Sam."

"Sure looks like you did!" Sam felt the anger course through him as he pointed to the street. "Sure as hell looked like you waited!"

"Screw you Sam. What the hell do you know? Huh? I tried to get on with my life. I tried to forget you."

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Sam sucked in his breath as he squared his shoulders. "Okay, fine." He moved his jaw back and forth as he watched her walk to the door. "But tell me this, Lily. Are you still having the nightmares? The visions?"

Lily turned from the door, her hand on the door knob, her bottom lip shaking. "That part of is over between us Sam, got it? I've learned a long time ago, that you Winchesters are only out for revenge."

Sam let out a shaky breath as Lily closed the door behind her, sitting down on the swing in a huff. He propped his feet up on the rails, deep in thought. He must have fallen asleep, because Jody woke him up several hours later, blinking against the bright morning sun. He stiffly rose to his feet as a black and red blanket tumble to the floor boards.

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Jody walked int the kitchen to see Sam sitting at the table, a blue ceramic mug between his large hands, and his eyes were on the outside patio, watching the light snow flakes collect on the ground. "Weather says it's a good chance for a white Christmas. You guys came at the right time."

Sam looked from the patio to see Jody at the coffee pot, pouring herself a stearming, hot cup. He half-smiled as she pulled a chair out from across his and sit down. "That's..uh..pretty cool."

"Mmmhmmm." Jody hummed as she placed the mug to her lips, cooling it off with her breath. "So Sam, I'm gonna be honest here." She sighed and sat the mug on the table, looking at Sam. "It's Lily. She's, uh still having nightmares. I hear her at night, screaming. But, she's shut down on me. It's taking a toll on her. She's angry all the damn time. She's been in trouble at school, skipping classes. I think there is a reason you're here Sam."

Sam snorted and sadly shook his head as he continued to watch the snow fall from the sky. "Lily doesn't seem to want me here."

"But I do." Jody reached over and placed her hand on Sam's that was cupping the mug. "I need you to look after her. You and Dean. Please. Get her to talk to you. Earn her trust against Sam. I know you still love her." She smiled at Sam as a blush began to creep along his neck, spearing across his ears, and his cheek. "And I know for a fact that she does as well." With that, she slapped her hands on the table. "Say, why don't we head in to town? Run some errands." She pointed to the ceiling. "Let the sleeping beauties rest."

Sam chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

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Green eyes slowly blinked open as the owner found himself staring up at a ceiling. He blinked back the blurriness and let out a husky moan as he felt his head pound in time to the music that was blaring outside his took Dean several minutes of laying there, before he remembered what put him in such a stooper.

After the awkward dinner, and when Lily stormed off with some guy, Dean had walked down to the nearest gas station, purchased a twenty four pack of the cheapest beer that had, and drank himself into a stupor.

He threw the covers off of him as he found his jeans by the chair. As he opened the door he slid the black tee shirt over his head and followed the music down the stairs, to where the garage door was located. With his hand on the doorknob, he paused as he heard the song playing.

Mama told me when I was young

"Come sit beside me, my only son

And listen closely to what I say

And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"

Dean pushed open the garage door and stepped inside the dusty garage. As he walked through the beams of sunlight, he noticed the back end of a dusty blue Charger.. The music was coming through the speakers and he trailed his hand along the body as he heard a loud Clank!. Seconds later it was followed up a Son of a Whore!

Dean walked up to the front, where he saw a pair of denim clad legs hanging out of the engine compartment of the car. His eyes roamed up her legs to her ass. The white tank top she was wearing had slid up and let him see the bottom tip of her tattoo. Dean was very thankful that the garage was warm enough to allow for the lack of clothing.

"That's, uh, some colorful language."

A scream echoed under the hood and seconds later a head whipped up, smacking on the roof. Blue eyes glared at him as Lily hoped out from under the car. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She muttered as she took a grease covered hand and rubbed her head.

Dean had a moment to look at her and he had to smile at the sight. Her tank top had slid down just a bit letting him see the top of a blue lacy bra. Her cheeks were smeared with grease and her hair was piled up on top of her head. "Hey, Sorry." In his head, he mentally counted how old Lily was, before a smile spread across his face.

After the fight with Sam, Lily was a little annoyed at how mad she was. She had blocked everything about Sam; the way his long hair brushed his eyes, the scotch color always fixed on her, to the way his lean muscular frame taunted her. She had tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She was keyed up, and she knew what would calm her down. Working on her car.

Lily turned from the man with the piercing green eyes and leaned back into the engine. A serious of moans and pants along with some more colorful language, had Dean leaning beside her.

"Here let me try."

She glared at him for a minute, wondering if she should trust him with a car she had saved up for two years. She let out a sigh and dropped the wrench into his out stretched hand. She leaned back, crossing her arms across her chest. 'You better not fuck up my car."

"Relax Darlin'," Dean winked at her as he maneuvered his hand in between the engine.

She watched him work. She couldn't help but noticed his biceps, how the muscles flexed as he worked the wrench and the way his tongue poked between his lips. After a few minutes, he stood up from the engine, a smile beaming on his face. "You're welcome." He handed the wrench back to her.

Lily looked at the wrench resting in her hands, then up at Dean. "If this is some kind of plot to get me to talk to you, forget Winchester. Got it?"

Dean raised up his hands as he took the dirty rag from the hood, leaned up against the frame and began to wipe off his hands. "No worries, Darlin',' He drawled as he watched her shift uncomfortable on her feet. From this angle, her dark hair was parted over her right and she self-consciously swiped it behind her ear, letting Dean see the red welt.

"What the hell is that?" He lifted his body off the frame. He grabbed Lily's hand as she went to cover her face back up, stopping her. "Lily. What is that?"

"It's none of your business."

"Like hell it isn't!" Dean fired back.

"Like hell it is!" Lily threw the wrench down into the tool box where it clattered against the other tools. "The minute it stopped being your business, is when you left!" Her blue eyes grew dark as her anger intensified. She felt the pressure behind her head as she suddenly felt nauseous and dizzy. She closed her eyes, slowly counting to ten before opening them, thankful it had stopped.

"Hey, come on now. You don't know the half of it."

They both turned their heads as the garage door opened and Jody poked her head inside to see Lily and Dean against the car. She gave Dean a curious look as she smiled at Lily. "Hey, can you come in and help with the groceries."

"Fine, what ever." Lily brushed her hair across her face as she brushed past Jody to see Sam standing in the kitchen, taking several items out of the bags.

He looked up when he heard a door shut to see Lily standing near the fridge, not looking at him. She walked over to a brown bag, unloading the items onto the counter. She paused as she looked at them, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She turned her head to see Sam was looking at her with that damn puppy dog eyes of his. She held his gaze for a minute, as she turned back her task, trying to get him out of her head.

But, much to her anger, she was failing.