****WARNING:*****
Smut, voyeurism, masturbation
She couldn't handle the silence.
Not a word had been said between the two of them since she got into his car. He had glanced over to her, his eyes boring a hole into her soul, the right side of his face ticked. He shook his head, started up the powerful engine, cranked up the radio and peeled out of the parking lot. He was pissed, she could tell, and Dean Winchester pissed was a very scary sight. With Sam, at least he told you how you were feeling, with Dean, he just bottled it up inside of him, until he exploded. That was something she didn't want to see.
Now, here she sat in the passenger seat, the powerful car speeding down the dark highway, a case of beer between him and her. He had stopped a few minutes ago to pick up this case of beer and a sack of food.
"Dean..." She began but he silenced her with a dangerous look. She let out a huff, crossed her arms over her chest and slid down further into the seat. She wanted to ask him where they were going, because he was driving further and further away from town. Her heart beat hard and fast, pounding painfully against her ribs.
The Impala turned off onto a gravel road where it continued for a few miles, until it finally stopped near a large oak tree. Dean shut off the engine, grabbed the sack of food, the case of beer, and opened the door. He leaned back into the car and looked over at Lily.
"You comin'?" Those where the first words he had spoken to her in an hour. Lily fumbled for the door handle as she slowly got out of the car, the door squeaked on its hinges as she slammed it shut, the sound echoing through the night. Her boots crunched on gravel as she walked to the front of the car where Dean was now standing, a beer in his hand.. She watched as he twisted off the cap, place the it between his thumb and forefinger, tossing it in the dirt. She stood there, unsure if she should join him. "You gonna stand there all night?" He took a bottle out of the cardboard box, stretching his arm out to her, holding the bottle between his fingers.
She muttered a thank you as she accepted the beer from him. She watched as he took another drink of his beer, his gaze on the tree in front of them. She took a minute to admire his profile, noting how truly handsome the older Winchester brother had become. His features were sharp, and she watched as his teeth snagged his full bottom lip as they cleaned the beer off of them. She had a huge impulse to grab him and help him with that task.
She took the top off of the beer, leaned up against the grill (as far away from Dean as she could be) and took a slow sip. They stayed that way for a few more minutes, until Dean turned to look at her.
"So, how long have you been hunting?"
His green-eyed gaze was searing, and she had to look away from him, so she focused on the beer she held in her hands. "No..not long."
"Do you have any idea who you're boyfriend was sweetheart?"
"He wasn't my boyfriend." Lily looked from her beer bottle to look at him. She hated the tears that burned behind her eyes, feeling so weak. She shook her head and looked back at the bottle.
Dean took in a breath and slowly let it out, scratching the back of his neck. He knew all about Trenton and the kind of hunter he was. He was an egotistical jerk who took what he wanted, no matter the cost. He could only imagine what that meant when it came to Lily. That explained the bruises she came home with, a souvenir of Trenton. He hated to admit it, but that son of a bitch got what happened to him.
"What did he teach you?" He took the bottle, taking a long, slow sip.
"N...not much...he...uh..." Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to block out all the horrible things he had done to her. The rapes, the beatings, and the verbal abuse. All to make her stronger. "It doesn't matter."
"It does matter Lily, dammit." With a clunk, Dean sat the bottle on the hood of the Impala. He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out an ivory handled pistol. He calked it back, spun it around, pointing the butt towards her. "Show me."
.
She looked at the gun, then at Dean. "I...I..don't' like guns."
"Show me" Dean hissed as he moved the gun up and down at her. He walked up to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her away from the car. He walked her a few feet, spun her around, stepping up behind her. He could feel her shaking as he took the gun and placed it in front of them. He paused as he felt her bottom half press into his, making him close his eyes.
Lily closed her eyes as she felt the heat of his body pressed against her back as he gripped the gun, moving her hands along the ivory handle. His mouth was near her ear, and she felt his hot breath tickle the skin. Her hands shook as she placed her finger in the trigger, moving the sight up as she aimed at the tree.
"This is a small gun," His mouth moved against her ear, his breath hot as he spoke. He tried to block out how her body was pressed against his, how her smell seemed to envelope him like a cloud. "But it's got a helluva kick." He shifted his body to where his right leg slid in between hers, bracing her against the report of the gun when it went off. "You want to aim a little high." He slid his hand off the gun as he touched her upper arm, bringing the gun up a bit. "That's it. Okay, I want you pull the trigger."
"Dean..I..I can't."
"Sweetheart," Dean's voice was rough as he spoke. "You wanna hunt, this is something you gotta learn." Lily tried so hard to block out the hardness of his thigh that was pressed between her legs, his masculine smell wrapping around her like some kind of comforting blanket. "Close your eyes...count to three and pull the trigger."
His voice was low, comforting as she closed her eyes. One...two...three.
Dean hadn't been kidding when he said the gun had a kick. When the trigger fired, she was pushed back into his body and she felt his arms wrap around her waist. The motion had caused the dull ache in her ribs to explode into agonizing pain, so intense, it took her breath away.
"Ohhhh..." She groaned as she tipped forward, her small hand sliding along her rib cage as she cradled them .She felt Dean take the gun from her loose grip, heard him cock it back, and felt his arms slid around her waist.
"Show me." He barked as she lifted her head up, her eyes filled with pain.
"Dean..."
She let out a gasp as Dean yanked up the hem of her tank top to see the dark, ugly bruise along the right side of her body. "Son of a bitch," He glared up at her. "Did that asshole do that to you?" Had those demons not have slit his throat, Dean would have made sure that Trenton would pay.
"D...dean..." Lily tried to take in a breath, but the pain was preventing her from doing just that, making her dizzy. She felt him slid his arms underneath her body, lifting her up from the ground, her body cradled in his arms. She let out a groan as the motion made the pain travel rapidly along her body, and she cradled her broken ribs with her hand.
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"Mr..uh..Plant?"
Dean looked up from the magazine he was trying to get into, which seemed to be dated from the late 80s, to see a woman standing near his row of chairs. He threw the magazine on the the one next to him and stood up. "Y..yes..how is she?"
"She's fine. Just came down from X-ray and the doctor should be down shortly to give his report. Are you the only one here for her?"
"Y..yeah."
The nurse smiled at him as she motioned to a set of doors. "If you go through these double doors, you will find her in curtain number three.
Dean quickly thanked her, walked through the double doors, and down to where curtain number three was located. He took his hand, slid back the blue curtain to see her lying in the hospital bed, looking so very small. Her left hand was cradling her ribs, an IV placed in the back of her hand. "Hey."
She turned her head from the wall to see Dean standing near the curtain, a smile on his face. She didn't return his smile as she frowned at him. "Did you call Jody."
"No, I didn't. You asked me not to." He walked into the room, grabbed the chair by the counter and pulled it to her bedside. "How ya feeling? Got any good drugs?"
Lily lifted her hand that held the IV. "Yep."
"Lily, I"m sorry. But I had to bring you here."
She turned her head away from Dean as she sniffed back the tears. "Can I go home?"
"Well young lady, seems you have no broken ribs. Just a very bad bruise." A man with dark hair, and an even darker smile, walked through the curtains a folder clasped in his large hands. "Ready to get out of here?"
"Yeah."
The man glanced over at Dean, keeping the eerie smile on his face. "Got a script here for some good painkillers. Do you have a pharmacy?" He ripped off a page off the prescription pad and handed it to Dean. "Take it easy young lady. No more riding horses for a while."
Dean thanked him as he stuffed the paper into his jacket, walked to the bed and slid his hands under Lily's back as he slowly helped her up from the bed. Her face was just an inch from hers, their noses almost touching. He started into her eyes for a brief second as he swung her legs onto the floor. He took her hand and helped her up from the bed. "Let's get you home."
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Something was bothering Sam, and that something was a beautiful, young, girl with dark, curly hair.
Since the incident at Christmas, he noticed her mood had changed. She had become quiet, sullen, and depressed. If Sam came into a room where she was at, he noticed her sitting, her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes filled with tears. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, how he could help, but since coming back, she hardly looked at him.
One evening, a week after Christmas, he found her in the living room, her knees tucked into her chest, and her blank stare on the television. She heard the floorboard creak, making her jump. She turned her head to see Sam standing near the end of the couch, a sad look on his face. She wondered if he had found out about her and Dean and their secret jaunts to the middle of no where as he gave her shooting lessons.
She swallowed a lump in her throat as she looked at him, realizing how much she had missed him, missed his talks, and just missed his company. "Sam?"
"I'm..I"m sorry..." Sam backed away from the couch. "I'll leave.." He turned from her and was about to go up the stairs, when her voice made him stop.
"No, Sam...will you join me?"
Sam turned his head to look at her, then nodded. He wiped his hands on his jeans as he slowly sat down next to her, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He turned to look at her, but she was watching the movie that was on the screen. "Lily...can...can I ask you something?" The minutes seemed to drag on as Sam struggled to ask the question that had been bouncing around in his head. It seemed that whenever Dean was missing, so was Lily. Jody may have believed her when Lily told her that she got a part time job, but Sam knew something was going on between her and his brother. He hated to even think it, but how could he not?
"Yeah?" She turned to look at him to see he was giving her those damn puppy dog eyes that he was so famous for. The ones that made the crease in his forehead more prominent. "Sam? What's wrong?"
Sam shook his head as he looked down at his hands, not wanting to say it out loud. "Are...are you and Dean...?" He let out a sigh and shook his head.
"Sam.." Lily scooted closer to him, her right thigh lightly touching his. She reached between them and grabbed his much larger hand in hers. She took a moment to study it, remembering how they once felt on her body. So light, so gently, so full of promise and hope. She closed her eyes as she felt the lust ignite in her soul. It had been too long.
Without warning, Lily slid onto Sam's lap, pushing him into the couch. With a groan, Sam tipped his head back as her lips nipped his neck, her tongue sliding along the salty skin, over the lump of his Adam's apple, her teeth raking across his sharp chink until her mouth found his. He held his hands out to the side of him as she kissed him, not sure what to do.
When her tongue finally slid into his mouth, his hands grabbed a hold of back, moving up and down as he kissed her back, with a hunger that grew. With a growl, he lay her on the couch, his large body coming on top of hers. The heat of his erection m ground into her mound as his lips found her neck.
"Sam." Lily whispered as she felt his hand slid up her shirt, massaging the silky skin. "Yes...Sam." Dean! She arched her body up off the couch as his palm found the soft skin of her breast, sliding over her hardened nipple. With a growl, Sam moved the shirt further up as he captured a cloth covered nub in his mouth, lightly biting it. "Oh...Sam..please."
He raised his head up and looked into her eyes. Lily saw how dark they were, the pupils blown wide with his growing arousal. "Please what baby girl...hmmm?"
"Make love to me." She sighed as his large hand massaged her breast.
Sam sat up from the couch, pulling her close to him, his lips gently brushing hers. Within seconds, Lily was feeling that now familiar, hot sensation that he created. The kiss grew more intense, hungry. He moved his hand to the hem of her sweater, lifted it over her head and threw it back on the floor. He glanced down at her breasts clad in a silky, lace bra before kissing her again.
Slow, gentle, exploring kisses tasted the sweetness of her lips. Sam's hands slid up her leg to her thigh. He sighed as he felt her silky, smooth skin. His tongue caressed her lips before moving down her neck, and across the soft skin of her shoulder. He held her tightly with one arm, his hand moving up her thigh until he hit the edge of her skirt.
"You're so soft, Baby Girl," His words vibrated against her skin.
With her hands shaking, Lily unbuttoned his shirt. She slid her hands into it, touching the smooth, tight muscles of his chest. Her teeth nibbled on his ear, making him groan. Her hand explored lower to the rippling muscles of his hard abs. She couldn't help but notice how built Sam became in the three years since she last saw him.
Lily could already feel his erection against her thigh, making her dizzy with need. Her hands splayed across his chest as the other reached the side of his neck, opening the shirt wider. This time, it was Sam that moaned.
"We've got to stop Baby Girl," Sam groaned as he stopped kissing her.
"I..I don't want you to stop."
"Lily..."
Lily pressed a finger to his full lips. "Sssh..Sam..I want you...I need you..please...take me to your bed Sam."
Sam felt a shiver run through his body as she spoke his name. HE smiled, half groaning, half sighing in relief. He pulled her close to him again, capturing her mouth harder. His hand moved up under her skirt to the top of her thigh. Lily leaned back as his mouth trailed down her neck again, making his way to the cleavage that peeked out of her bra. His tongue traced the curve of each breast. Lily whimpered with pleasure, moving closer to Sam. Their hands were everywhere, exploring each others bodies, Lily's heart pounding in her chest. There was one thing Sam could do, and that was take all the hurt away from her.
Sam helped her up from the sofa, took her hand in his as he led her up the stairs to where his room was located. Sam walked over to the lamp, pressing the dimmer switch, then guided her to the edge of the bed. They stood there staring at each others eyes. Sam kissed her, cupping her face with his hands.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, Baby Girl" In her mind, she wished, just for a second, it was someone else calling her Sweetheart.
Lily smiled as she raised her hands to his shirt. He took his own and assisted her with the buttons. When they finished, Lily smiled. Admiring his body, her fingers trailing its way down the middle of his smooth chest to his belt. Her fingers traced around his hard pec.
"You like?" He teased her as he took a step back from. "My turn."
He reached behind her and slowly lowered the zipper of her skirt, gently sliding it down over her curvaceous body to reveal the purple panties underneath. Sam stopped for moment to take in the sight of the bra and matching lace thong.
The lace underwear fit perfectly across the curve of her hips and highlighted her stomach. The bra fit liked a second skin, pushing her beautiful, full breasts to the point that it was about to bulge out over the top. The lace was so sheer, her could see right through it. Her breathing was shallow and shaky. Sam could see a slight blush wash across her face. He knew she was nervous, fighting every instinct to cover up. Why wasn't he saying anything?
"You take my breath away," He whispered.
Sam grabbed Lily, folding her into his arms. There was no stopping him now. His lips found her mouth and neck, kissing her madly, engulfed with the this intense need to kiss every part of her body. His hand cupped her breast through the thin lace. Lily breathed in sharply. Sam loved the sounds she made when he touched her.
Lily pulled his shirt off, moving her hands back to the belt on his pants. It had been awhile she she'd done this, but it came away easily. Soon, she was standing there with hit hanging from her hand like a whip. When she lowered his zipper, his pants dropped tot he floor as her hands moved to his form fitting boxer briefs. Her shy hands grazed against his arousal When she moved them away, Sam placed her hands against him.
"This is how much I want you."
Her hand slid inside the cotton and wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned, plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth. She was stunned at his size, wondering if it was going to work. As she slowly stoked the length of him, she prepared herself for him, knowing he'd be as gently as he ever was.
Sam lifted Lily into his arms and stepped towards the bed. He placed her near the middle, crawling to the bed beside her, kissing her, probing her mouth softly with this tongue. Her mind was reeling, unable to think or see straight. His kiss seemed to pull every fear or doubt from her body. She couldn't remember what had held her back. The only thought going through her head, was being with him, having him inside of her.
Sam's hands moved up her back and unfastened the bra. He growled playfully when her breasts burst of the lace restraint. Lily closed her eyes, her back arched as he kissed her. As his lips traveled down to her ample breast, his hands found the lace edge of her underwear. His tongue traced the outline of each rosy peak before taking her in his mouth. He teased her, sucked, urging the nipple to its fullest height. Lily took a sharp breath, as his fingers moved below the lace and touched her. He stroked her gently, kissing her stomach, licking the edge of her navel.
"Oh Sam.." She moaned, pushing her hips upwards, seeking his touch.
Sam sat up in bed and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkled against the dim light in his bedroom. He leaned down and kissed her leg. His hands and lips traveled up her thighs, making sure to not miss an inch of her soft skin. One finger hooked her lace panties as his lips caressed her hip. When his fingers found the moist soft flesh between her tanned thighs, he slowly eased a finger inside of her, while his tongue licked a nipple. Lily whispered his name so quietly, it was almost not heard. Her skin was so ready, so alert, she felt every touch run straight through her body like a thousand lighting bolts. Sam slowly inched back up her body with his mouth, while adding a second finger to her already wet, warm, welcoming center. He took this time exploring her body, months of explicit fantasy finally becoming reality. There was no way he was rushing this.
"Lily," He whispered, kissing her neck gently. "are you alright?"
Lily nodded, arching her hips towards the probing fingers. "I'm..more...than alright." Lily smiled as she struggled to speak. What she hoped Sam couldn't see, was that she was fantasizing about someone else, and it racked her body with guilt. Here was a wonderful man, ravishing her body, and all she could think about, was what his brother would be like in bed.
Sam moved to his knees as he pushed her legs further apart. He knelt between her thighs and carefully lowered himself. Lily curled one leg around his as her fingers slid up his back. Sam sighed as he felt her body wrap around his. Her skin felt like velvet against his. She touched his face with one hand.
"It's OK, don't stop," She moaned
Sam started into her eyes. "I've wanted you the moment I saw you."
Their limbs entwined, lost in paradise, no longer two bodies bu;t one exploring entity.
"Look at me baby girl."
Her eyes met his as he guided himself into her warm, moist threshold, slowly inch by inch. The slick skin opened allowing him to claim every part of her body. He loved the feeling of being inside of her , caused him to groan again. He took his time, making sure he didn't hurt her.
"Damn you feel incredible."
She was so tiny, so tight against him, but they fit perfectly. Almost like a key to the most incredible treasure. Slowly, Sam began to rock his hips, sliding out then back in deeper with each trust.
"Oh yes."
Her hips cradled his as he thrust himself inside her, faster. He delved deeper into her, with every rhythmic push of his hips taking her higher and higher towers their final climax. Lily's nails dug into his back as their bodied exploded n ecstasy. Calling out his name,louder than before, she shuddered, her body gently squeezing his, pushing him over the edge to his own release. He growled her name, his muscles hard as stone as he pulsated within her. He kissed her fondly, struggling to recover, gasping for breath.
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He shut his bedroom door, the bottle of whiskey in his hand as he slowly walked to his bed. He had gone to the local bar in the hopes of finding some bar fly, take her to the Impala and fuck her brains out, or rather, fuck someone out of his mind. No matter how many women came up to him, he just couldn't get in the mood. Their hair wasn't the right color, their tits not big enough or their ass wasn't shaped like hers. He felt so guilty feeling this way about Lily, when he knew how much is brother loved her. With a sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the tumbler and poured the amber liquid. He was about to take a huge swig, when he heard muffled voices coming from the room next to him.
He shrugged as he took a huge gulp, finishing the drink in two swallows. He was pouring his third glass, when he heard the loud moan and a muffled voice. "OH...Sammmm." It was Lily's voice.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes as he head the squeak of the mattress and another loud moan coming from her lips. He wasn't aware the effect it was having on him, until he felt his jeans grow just a little tighter. Damn, he though as he heard her scream, she was getting fucked good.
Knowing this was wrong, he still can't stop listening as Lily screams Sam's name again. He stood up from the bed and moved closer to the wall, feeling the thump against his cheek. He closed his eyes, hearing how turned on Lily was, hearing how bad she wanted it. He moved his hand down to the front of his jeans and cupped himself, feeling how rock hard he was.
"Son of a bitch," He moaned as he listened to the groaning, wishing it was him between her thighs, making her scream. He wanted her to be yelling his name, instead of Sam's.
He unbuttoned his jeans as he thought to the several nights they spent while he taught her how to shoot a gun. How he would stand behind her, feeling her ass up against him. How hard it was not to grab her, throw her face down on the Impala and fuck her senseless.. He took out his cock and began to stroke the underside of it, listening to Lily moan and scream. He always pegged her as a screamer and he was so pleased he wasn't let down.
As he gripped his hard, thick length, he imagined how tight she would feel against him, how wet her sweet little pussy would be. He thrust his hips forward as he fucked his hand, wishing he could be between her legs, licking those juices off her thighs. He heard Lily's climax and it didn't take him long to be right behind her.
The bed on the other side of the wall thumped harder against the wall as Dean furiously pumped his cock harder. He threw back his head, not even bothering to muffle his groan as he spurted into his hand, thick, white ropes of cum, sliding down his wrist as his cock twitched.
He took a moment to let himself calm down as he slowly moved his hand up and down his softening cock, feeling a wave of guilt overcome him on what he just did. He found a pair of socks on the floor, cleaned off his hand, his dick, and threw them in the hamper. With a sigh, he flopped onto the bed, covering his face with his arm. He had to stop the lessons, before he did something he would truly regret. After hearing Lily moan and scream, he knew it was a sound he wanted her to be making with him. He wanted to be the one responsible for making her cum. For just a brief instant, Dean wondered if he could make her scream louder, if he could make her cum harder.
A few moments later, he heard Sam's door open, then a second later shut and her soft footsteps passed his doorway, the floorboards creaking under her light weight. He noticed the shadow pause just outside his door and he felt his heart thud in his chest, waiting for the door to open. He closed his eyes as he watched her move away, then across the hall, the soft thud of her door. He let out a breath he had been holding, feeling his heart thudding inside of his chest.
How in the hell did this happen? How in the hell did he start lusting after the girl his brother loved?
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Lily sprung up from the bed, her chest heaving up and down in her chest as she struggled to come to terms where she was. The, thick, acrid smoke still burned her nose, her lungs screaming for precious oxygen. Her small hands went up to her throat, expecting to feel the rusty chains still clamped around it. It took her a minute to realize that she wasn't smelling that acrid smoke, but the tempting aroma of coffee.
She winced as she stood up from the bed, feeling the ache between her legs. She walked over to the mirror that was placed on her dresser, to see that she had dark circles underneath her eyes. How long had it been since she had a decent night's sleep, sleep not plagued with nightmares.
She took the brush that was lying next to a ivory dish, raking it through her dark locks. She paused as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, feeling a flood of regret overcome her. Coming on to Sam like that, was a mistake. She didn't know why she did it, but it wasn't right. What she couldn't get out of her head, was someone on the other side of the wall was listening to them. She felt a tingle between her legs as she closed her eyes, thinking about to the moan he was making as he listened to her. She quickly opened her eyes and shook the thought from her head.
She placed her hand on the banister of the stairs, not wanting to go down into that kitchen and face the both of them. She didn't want to put on an act just to save Sam from the hurt, but she couldn't also deny the growing feelings she was having for Dean. She took a deep breath, slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, pausing to watch the scene unfold.
"You can't be serious, Dean?" Sam looked up from the newspaper to see Dean pouring the contents of a silver flask into his blue mug.
Dean's green eyes looked up from the mug, a smirk on his face as he held up his mug in a mock salute. "Never to early Sammy." He was about to take a sip, when he noticed someone was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed across her chest, an awkward look on her face. He ran his pink tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes quickly scanning her body and approved of her attire: tight black yoga pants that no doubt showed off that beautiful, heart shaped ass of hers. "Morning Lily."
Sam looked up from his newspaper to see Lily, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey, want some cereal or something else?"
"Just coffee," She grumbled as she walked to the coffee pot, which unfortunately was where Dean was standing. "Unless Deano here drank it all."
"Relax Sweetheart," Dean winked at her. "I saved ya some." He held up the flask and shook it. "Wanna make it Irish?"
"Uggh, too early," She rolled her eyes as she reached up into the cupboard, taking down a white, ceramic mug.
Sam was trying not to watch the interaction between Dean and Lily, but it was hard not to. Was that flirting? He then noticed the way Dean's eyes fixed on Lily's ass as she reached up to grab a mug. He then caught Dean's eyes and the older brother's cheeks flushed. He cleared his throat and moved away from the counter.
"I'm..uh...gonna go and see if I can get a hold of Dad."
Lily watched as Dean walked out of the kitchen, whens he turned to grab her mug off the counter, she noticed Sam was looking at her. She could see the hurt, the confusion and anger in those hazel eyes of his. "What?"
Sam pointed to the doorway where Dean had just walked through a minute ago. "What the hell is going on with you two?"
Lily placed the mug to her lips, carefully blowing into the liquid to cool it off, it was a stall tactic, trying to figure out what to say. "What?"
"Come on Lilly," Sam pushed back the chair, grabbed his bowl off the table, walked to the sink and threw it into the basin. When he turned around, his eyes were filled with anger. "Don't think I hadn't noticed. You and him disappearing every night, that lame excuse that you are working at that diner. I went there the other night, to surprise you. And you know what I found out? They don't have a waitress by the name of Lily, so, what's going on?"
"No," Lily glanced up at Sam, craning her neck so she could look him in the eye, "You don't get to sneak around and follow me and figure out what I'm doing. How dare you invaded my privacy!"
"You don't give me any choice!" Sam fired back, feeling the anger growing stronger. "You've changed Lily and not for the best."
"Do me a favor Sam, stay the hell out of my life!"
Sam looked at her, opened his mouth to say something, shook his head and frowned. "Fine." HE walked up to her, when he bent down to whisper in her ear. "Next time you want a pity fuck, go find someone else."
"Sam..."
Lily didn't time to finish as Dean walked back into the kitchen, seeing the anger on Sam's face, the tears in Lily's eyes. He had walked in on the aftermath of a huge argument. He sifted uncomfortably on his feet as he cleared his throat as he held up his phone. "Uh...just got a hold of Dad. He's on his way back. He..uh..wants us to join him on this hunt."
Sam clenched his jaw as he glared at Dean, then turned to look at Lily, his bottom lip trembling. "Great...I'll go pack."
Dean nervously scratched the back of his head as the kitchen was silent. Lily looked at him for a few seconds before she turned from him, walked over to the back patio door, slamming it shut behind him. He let out a slow breath as he shook his head, maybe them leaving was a good idea after all.