CHAPTER 6

All three men started talking at once and Dean got up and moved to stand over her. Lily stood up, too, at that and was looking for a way out of the threat she felt. Instead, she got up on her chair so she would be taller than him. The move surprised Dean and he stopped advancing.

"Step off, Dean," she growled. The look on her face was as close to deadly as she had ever been. Dean recognized that and took a couple of steps back.

Lily took a deep breath and rubbed her face, then gave a sigh. "Usually after dinner I go for a walk." She turned to Bobby, "You're welcome to join me." She got down off the chair and moved to the stairs.

She hesitated before she turned to Sam and Dean. "My father was 6'3, so was my brother. Mark was 6'4 and I'm tall for a woman. My boys just don't have any choice in the matter. They're gonna be giants. So the twin beds in their room are the extra long ones. Despite how big you two are, they should be pretty comfortable. Get your stuff and you can have that room. It's the first one on the right. The bathroom's the next door down." She turned to Bobby. "Coming?"

He nodded and she left to get a shirt to wear over her tank. She also attached a larger knife to the small of her back; hidden under the shirt. Lily then came back into the room, grabbed Bobby's hand and led him out the door.

Sam looked at Dean and smiled. "I like her."

Dean smiled back. "Me too; I guess we got us a sister, now." He started to laugh. "Did you see the look on Bobby's face? I don't think he wants to be her brother."

"Dude, you totally ate a salad."

For the first time in years, Dean replied, "Shut up, Bitch."

"Jerk" Feeling light hearted for the first time in a really long time, Sam grinned as he went out to get their stuff and Bobby's.

Lily and Bobby walked a block before Lily started to speak. She had a thoughtful look on her face and Bobby was just waiting for her to notice that she had not yet let go of his hand. "I haven't had to actually use any of my new skills, yet. Do you think I can? I mean, if the situation warranted it?" Lily looked at Bobby with a worried expression.

"You stood up to Dean, who, to my mind, can be pretty intimidating," Bobby admitted. "You got him to back off from you without loosing your cool. But he's not a demon and he's sensitive to your situation." Bobby was looking around the neighborhood she lived in. "I don't know how you'll do. I guess you won't know until you have to know. I can say if you don't panic and if you rely on the skills you've learned, you'll do ok."

He stopped walking and turned to her. "I hope you never have to find out."

Lily looked at him and smiled. He was looking at her with the same intensity she had noticed earlier. This time, though, she got it. A small gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. "Oh," was all she was able to say. There was a long absent, but familiar tug in her lower abdomen. "Oh," she repeated. She turned and continued to walk. She was fully aware that she still had his hand, but she had no intention of letting go.

They were gone for about an hour. When they came back to her house, she let him in and closed and locked the door. Just inside the door was Bobby's bag. Sam and Dean were in the living room. Dean was watching television news and Sam was doing research on his laptop. They were both looking for signs of Crowley or Castiel.

They looked up and glanced at Bobby. He silently asked them for news, but they both shook their heads.

Lily cleared her throat drawing their attention. "I wonder if you guys want to play a game." Then she laughed at their expressions. "I wasn't talking about Scrabble! I told you earlier that there were weapons hidden all over the house. I want to see if I'm as clever as I think I am. I want to see if you guys can find them all."

Dean looked intrigued at the idea; he was looking for a distraction. "What all are we talking about?"

"Well, let's see…. I have iron bars in every room, at least two pistols or sawed offs on both levels and there are knives all over the place."

Sam gazed at her with a funny look on his face. "Lily, why are you willing to let us go through your house like that? Did Chuck tell you to do that, too?"

"Well…no he didn't. You should know there is nothing in this house I would be embarrassed for you to see. However, if you find something in the boy's room…like something under their mattresses, leave it, I don't need to know. Unless it's drugs; I'd need to know that. However, when I went upstairs this afternoon to get them, I told the boys I was going to do this. They were okay with it. So that tells me there's nothing they don't care if you see."

"Okay, let's do this," Dean said with an eager grin, standing up. He rubbed his hands together, looking like a ten year old about to do a scavenger hunt.

For the next hour, they moved all through the house and reported what they found. The items were all placed in areas they could be gotten to easily, but were not in plain sight. Some were disguised rather cleverly and they told her so. Bobby had stayed out of the search. He and Lily just sat on the couch side by side and watched TV without really seeing it, hyper-aware of each other.

While they were searching, Dean looked at the windowsills. There was salt on every surface of the sill, but it wasn't just poured there. It had been glued to the sill instead. It was also glued to the bottom of the window itself and when the window was closed, the line was unbroken. There was enough loose salt to make sure of a proper seal, and he nodded approvingly as he looked it over.

Sam found a pistol at the head of each bed. Not under the pillow, but between the bed frame and mattress. They were in holsters and would be very easy to access. In the boys room, on the wall, not hidden, was an impressive knife collection, from the smallest pig sticker to a machete. They were made from several types of metal, including silver, iron and bronze. On the back panel of the desk beneath it, were some less than legal knives as well.

Beneath one mattress, Sam found the porn. Smiling, he asked, "Whose bed do you think this belongs to?" he muttered.

Dean came around and looked at the collection. He smiled when he saw a copy of 'Busty Asian Beauties'.

"It's obvious," Dean said with a nod. He clapped his hand on Sam's back, and nodding his head he declared, "It's Sam's!"

When they were done, they came back downstairs and Lily told them they missed the iron bar in the down stairs bath, the iron bar in the laundry room and the shotgun in the linen closet. She laughed at their disgruntled looks.

For the next couple of hours, they watched TV, talked about nothing and got to know each other a little better. They did not return to the discussion they had abandoned earlier.

At about 11:00 PM, Lily got up and said she was going to bed. Turning to Bobby, she said, "I'll show you to your room." He got up and grabbed his bag and she led him up the stairs.

Sam and Dean just looked at each other. "How long should we give them?" Dean asked. Sam just shrugged.

Lily led Bobby to the first door on the left. It was her home office and there was a daybed in the room as well. There were also two other computers along the far wall and Bobby knew this was where the boys studied.

"I, uh, I've slept on the bed and it's not too bad. You can take the cushions off the back and just put them on the floor." She moved to a closet and pulled out a pillow and an extra blanket and put them at the foot of the bed. Bobby didn't say anything; he just stared at her. She was looking at the floor, at the bed, at the windows, but she never looked at him.

"The bathroom is at the end of the hall on the right," she told him. "My room is on the left." She moved to go around him. "I'll just get out of your hair…"

Bobby took hold of her arm to stop her and as she backed up, he advanced. When her back was to the wall, Bobby closed the door and moved in. A first kiss should be soft and gentle; at least that's what Lily always thought. It started out that way, but feelings Lily thought were long dead, woke up and she started kissing him back. Bobby captured her hands and brought them up so they were pinned to the wall above her head. She didn't mind that he was holding her pressed against the wall like that. She loved it!

She had never felt this level of passion so fast, not even with her husband. Sex with him was okay, but she knew being with Bobby would be so very much better. She was starting to lose her head.

Bobby was also feeling like his mind was somewhere else. He knew he was thinking with his lower brain, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He wanted her. He wanted her to spread her legs a little so that he could press himself against her core. As if she read his mind, Lily did indeed change her stance so that Bobby could do what he wanted.

He let go of her hands so that he could start to explore her body and he was pressing against her as his lips plundered her mouth… but then her hands moved to his shoulders and gave a small push. Disappointment flooded him and he stepped back suddenly aware that he'd crossed a line.

Breathing heavily, she smiled and looked at him. She turned to the door and with shaky hands, opened it and moved to go through. She turned to him, held out her hand and whispered. "Come on." Bobby took her hand and as he followed her, he pulled the door shut behind him.

She led him down the hall to her room. She raised a finger and went into the bathroom across from her door. When she came out, she was holding a box. She took Bobby's hand and brought him into her room. She closed the door behind him and put the box down on the table by her bed. She turned on the small lamp there, and then she turned around to face him. Saying nothing, he stood by the door, his eyes glittering as he watched her.

She started to take her clothes off…