CHAPTER 7
Much later that night, Bobby woke up when he felt Lily leave the bed. She went into her own small bathroom and he saw her put a robe on. She moved quickly and quietly to the door and left the room. Bobby could be pretty quiet as well and he moved to the door to see what she was doing. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her enter the room Sam and Dean were in. She was in there for only a moment before she moved out and down the stairs. He waited a few moments, but when he heard her coming back up the stairs, he moved back over to the bed. He was sitting there when she came back in.
Lily was startled when she saw he was awake. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." She smiled at him, but she was also feeling shy and embarrassed and it showed on her face. "I needed a drink of water."
"Most people don't survive going into a room where Sam and Dean are sleeping. I usually make noise before I even knock on their door when they're at my house." Bobby was looking at her intensely. He didn't know why she had gone in there, but he was damn curious.
Lily was blushing when she realized she had been seen. "I uh… didn't have a chance to check the windows in their room. I had to see if they were okay. I think it was force of habit."
Bobby grunted at this information and then held out his hand. Lily smiled at him again and took off her robe.
In the other room, Sam was looking at Dean. "Dude, she checked on us! She patted my hair." He took his hand off the hilt of the large knife under his pillow.
"She pulled up my covers," Dean responded with a grin. He un-cocked his gun and pulled his hand out from under the pillow. They shook their heads at each other, then turned over and went back to sleep.
Later, Lily and Bobby were lying in each other's arms when she started to speak. "I don't do this. I just met you. But, I can tell you that I've never felt like that before. I haven't been with a man since I separated from Mark when the boys were about seven years old. I didn't think I would ever want to be with a man again. This is all so unreal." She buried her face in his neck. She was trembling and grabbed hold of his neck on the other side. Then she moved over on top of him and started to kiss him again.
In the morning, Lily got up as usual at 6:00 AM to take a run, but rethought things when she realized how tired she was. She groaned and then laughed and then she lay back down in Bobby's arms. She'd had enough of a workout last night.
At the more civilized hour of 7:30, she got up again and went in to take a shower. Bobby was awake and watching her move around the room getting dressed. "I left my bag in the other room."
She smiled at him and went to get it. When she came back in, she said, "I can't tell if the boys are awake or not. The door is closed."
He looked at the clock by the bed and said, "They're probably still asleep. They'll wake up when they smell coffee. Do you have any?"
She looked at him appalled. "I do! I even have a coffee maker! I should have offered it last night with dinner! I don't drink it, so I didn't think about it. I'm so sorry."
He smiled. "It don't matter. They'll want it this morning, though."
"You can use my shower. If the boys see you, just tell them whatever you want." She leaned over and kissed him, then turned to leave the room. "You'll need to make the coffee, though. I wouldn't know how." She left to go downstairs to start breakfast.
A little later, Bobby came out of her room. There, standing in the hall were Sam and Dean. They clearly saw what room he had come out of.
"Ah, hell," Bobby muttered.
Sam's mouth was gaping and Dean's eyebrows were raised. Bobby just blushed, which made him mad. "I don't want to hear it," he growled.
Dean just looked at him and said, "What exactly are your intentions toward our 'sister'?" Sam started to grin.
"Shut up, ya idjit!" He started to walk past the boys when Dean's hand shot out to stop him.
"Seriously, Bobby, what the hell?" Dean muttered, catching his gaze. "She's… fragile. You shouldn't have…."
Bobby just looked at the floor. He nodded. Then he walked away.
Bobby entered the kitchen and watched Lily moving around. The radio station was playing something that Dean would not approve of, but Sam would. Bobby never had any opinions about music. To him it was just background noise. The song ended and local news started.
Lily turned around and saw Bobby standing in the doorway. She smiled at him and gestured to the coffeemaker and a small canister of coffee sitting on the counter. "The coffee was in the pantry. I only got it a couple of weeks ago, so it should still be fresh. I don't know why I bought it; it's never been opened."
Bobby nodded and moved over to it to get it started.
Lily was watching him. He wasn't really looking at her.
"Bobby…I don't regret it. I hope you don't."
Bobby opened his mouth to speak when they heard the radio announcer mention Camp McNally.
"–two boys have gone missing from their tent overnight. The missing boys, brothers, were staying in a cabin, but decided to move to a tent along with another boy. The tent was ripped open and there was what appeared to be blood on the sleeping bags. The third boy was found this morning. He could not explain what occurred and appeared to be in shock. He was taken to Armstrong Memorial Hospital by ambulance. Camp officials are asking for help as they are putting together a search party. The identity of the three boys has not been released pending notification of family."
Just then, the phone rang.
Lily was looking at the phone, but could not comprehend what it was. She started to breath heavily and was not able to say anything. Bobby reached the phone and snatched it up.
"Hello…? What…? No! She's not interested in improving her credit card interest rate!" He slammed the phone down and turned to Lily again. She was gasping, but was unable to get a clear breath. She was grabbing the counter with one hand while she started to clutch at her chest with the other, panic in her eyes.
Bobby raced to her and grabbed her arms. "Lily! Breathe." He turned toward the door and shouted again, "Sam! Dean! Get in here!"
Lily's legs collapsed and she started to fall to the ground as Sam and Dean rushed into the room.
"Bobby! What the hell? What's wrong with her?" Dean asked, grabbing the phone and dialing 911.
"Asthma! I think this is an asthma attack!" Bobby snapped. Lily, still trying to get a breath, nodded frantically.
Bobby still had a hold on her. "Do you have an inhaler?" he asked. Lily nodded. "Where?"
Still trying to breathe, Lily mouthed the word 'bathroom'.
"Bathroom. Okay, Sam can you find it?" Bobby asked, his gaze darting to him.
Sam nodded and raced from the room. In his exploration of the night before, Sam had not seen an inhaler, so he started to search the drawers and behind the mirror. He finally found it on a shelf above the toilet. He raced back to the kitchen, but when he got there, Lily had lost consciousness. Bobby was doing mouth to mouth. They were running out of time!
All of a sudden there was the sound of fluttering wings. Bobby looked up at the new arrival with a frantic look on his face. As he looked at the angel, all he said was, "Please."
Castiel looked at him and nodded. He moved over to Lily and gently placed two fingers on her forehead. He had a funny look on his face as he did it, but did not say anything. Lily was still unconscious, but she was breathing normally. Sam and Bobby got her off the floor and Sam carried her to the couch. Bobby followed behind.
Dean didn't look at the angel, but he asked, "Did Sam call you?"
"No," Castiel muttered. He still had a funny, perplexed look on his face and did not say anything else. He wasn't looking at Dean, either.
"Then what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked him angrily.
Cas didn't answer him.
Sam came back into the room and looked at Cas, his expression unreadable. He turned to Dean and said, "She's still unconscious, but she's breathing fine. I called 911 back and stopped them."
Dean nodded, relieved. He still remembered the young boy, Cole. They had met him when they were trying to save Tessa and the other reaper from Alistair. His asthma attack had killed him. He wiped his hand over his face and took a deep breath.
"She's not unconscious, she's just sleeping deeply." Cas spoke in his low voice. "There's no need for an ambulance, she seems to have had a shock, but she'll be fine. Who is she?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other and Sam shrugged. He didn't know if his brother wanted Cas to know anything or not. Dean sighed and answered, "We're still trying to figure that out. We're here trying to tie up some old business." He still couldn't look at his former friend.
Cas nodded, but didn't ask any questions. He looked at Dean with a dejected expression on his face.
Dean sighed, "Cas, she said she saw Chuck two weeks ago and he, apparently, told her we were important to her and her boys."
Castiel looked surprised by that. "Chuck? Did he return?"
Taking his cue from Dean, Sam shook his head and answered him, "Apparently, he told her we were coming and she was to treat us like brothers."
Cas moved out of the kitchen and into the living room where Bobby was hovering over Lily's prone form. He had her hand in his and was just watching her sleep. He looked up at Castiel's approach.
Although he didn't understand why the angel was there, Bobby looked at him gratefully. "Thank you, Cas. I mean it, I owe ya." Bobby's voice was hoarse and still trembled a bit. "Thanks, Sam, Dean, for calling him. I know that must have cost ya."
Dean looked perplexed, "Bobby, you know I wouldn't have called him and Sam wouldn't have, either. I thought you did."
All three men looked at the angel hoping he had the answer. Castiel looked away. "I was sent here to help her."
"Who sent you?" Dean asked him, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. He was worried that this woman was about to be put in the middle of their little war.
"I don't know. I didn't recognize him."