Lily sat at home watching news coverage of the hostage situation at City Bank Milwaukee. She had taken a much needed vacation from hunting. It was day two, and she was already bored, but she knew she needed the rest. She had been going non-stop for the last few months.

As the news camera zoomed in on a man leading out a hostage, Lily's mouth fell open. "Dean?" She fumbled with the remote and turned up the volume. "This is bad." She grabbed her phone and sent him a text that read 'call me ASAP.'

She stayed glued to the television as reports came in that the man now in control inside was an FBI fugitive wanted for murder, and various other crimes. Lily cursed at the newscaster, "You should be kissing his ass! Idiots. Like you know anything." She turned the tv off, feeling her blood pressure rising. She knew it would take time for Dean to call her back... if he ever got the chance to. She let out an uneasy breath. He would be fine.

Sleep eventually overtook her. It was morning when her cell phone, gripped tight in her hand, rang loudly, scaring her awake. She quickly glanced at the caller ID and didn't even bother to say 'hello.'

"What the hell happened? Why are you on the news in the middle of a hostage situation?"

"We had a shape shifter, and the situation got a bit out of hand."

"So, that wasn't you on the news?"

"Oh, no... That was me. Listen, I called to make sure you didn't have some kind of emergency, but we're kinda in the middle of fleeing for our lives, so..."

"Are you still in Wisconsin?"

"Not for much longer."

"I'm at our cabin in Indiana. Do you remember where it is?"

Dean thought for a minute. "Yeah... I remember."

"Good. Head here. You guys can lay low for a while. Don't go through Chicago. They'll probably have cops looking for you, just in case. Stay out of the big cities, and don't speed through the small towns. You don't wanna get pulled over."

"You don't have to do this."

"Just shut up and get your ass here."

"Okay," Dean smiled. "We're heading your way."

Sam and Dean took turns driving, only stopping for gas. Sam went in to pay when necessary. By the time they got to Lily's cabin, they were exhausted. Dean had called her when they were close to make sure he was going the right way. It had been two years since he had been there, and the last few turns were a bit fuzzy. Lily was waiting for them outside.

"Good to see you again, Sam."

"Likewise... just wish we weren't running from the law. Thanks for lettin' us hang here."

Sam went to the trunk to grab his bag. Dean, bag already in hand, walked over to Lily with a grin on his face.

"So, you were worried about me, huh?"

"Can you imagine my surprise when I turn on my tv, and there's Dean Winchester for all the world to see?"

"Did I look good?"

"You're an idiot," she said shaking her head as she walked back to the house. Dean followed her.

"But I'm a good-looking idiot, right?"

She shot him a stern look over her shoulder, but he had such a goofy grin on his face that she couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, Dean... You're a good-looking idiot."

Once they were inside, Sam took a good look around.

"Nice place."

"Thanks," Lily said. "My great-grandfather built it."

"And you'll have your own room, Sammy," Dean said.

"Yeah," Lily said, "three extra bedrooms, so, just take your pick."

"Well," Sam said, "that'll be a nice change."

"I made a supply run once I knew you were coming. I wasn't sure if you would be banged up or not, so I got some extra first aid supplies. And I was sure you'd be hungry, so I got a lot of food. Help yourself to anything here."

"I'm starving," Dean said, "but I can barely see straight right now. We've been up all night."

"Okay, then. You two go get some sleep, and I'll whip something up for later."

"Thanks again, Lily," Sam said as he headed toward the stairs.

"Don't mention it."

Dean walked over to Lily with a grin on his face. "Why don't you come up with me?"

"That's not sleeping, is it?"

"Look at you, still pretending to be that innocent little kitten."

"Innocent, no... I just don't want you falling asleep on me."

He let his bag fall to the floor and pulled her into his arms. "Sweetheart, one thing I don't do is fall asleep during sex."

"Good to know. Now, go get some sleep. Then we'll eat... then we'll talk," she said with a wink. Dean gave her a slow, seductive kiss before picking up his bag and heading to a bedroom upstairs.

Dean didn't even get into the bed. He never even bothered to close the door. He took his jacket off, tossing it onto a nearby chair, and practically fell across the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. The smell of food woke him up a few hours later. He made his way into the kitchen where he found Lily washing a few dishes.

"Something smells good," he said. "Did you cook?"

"Yep."

"You didn't have to go through any trouble."

"No trouble. I have to eat too, you know."

"Is it ready?"

"You don't wanna wait for Sam?"

"Sam's a big boy. He can eat whenever he decides to wake up."

Lily motioned for Dean to have a seat at the table in the kitchen. She fixed him a plate and watched as he devoured it.

"Glad to see you're enjoying it."

"Are you kidding? Do you know how often I get a home cooked meal? Never. And this is delicious. Tastes almost as good as you do."

"You're such a perv," she said. A hint of pink rose up into her cheeks, and Dean grinned.

"Speaking of... I'm almost done here. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe the master suite in this place is away from the other bedrooms. We could have some fun without disturbing Sam."

Lily didn't respond. She rose from her chair and went over to the stove with a plate. Dean looked a little disappointed, until she put the plate of food in the microwave. She wrote a quick note for Sam and taped it to the microwave door. She turned and grinned at Dean before returning to the dishes in the sink.

When Dean finished his last bite, he went up behind Lily and reached around her to put his plate in the sink. He let his hand glide over her arm as he pulled it back. He pressed his body against hers, pulling her hair aside to kiss her neck. Her hands stopped moving, still holding a plate, covered in suds. With his arms around her, Dean took the plate from Lily and pulled her hands under the running water, rinsing away the detergent as he continued to kiss her neck. When Dean turned off the water, Lily quickly dried her hands and turned to face him. His lips crashed onto hers, and her hands went into his hair. He moved her away from the sink, then lifted her to sit on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as he squeezed her thighs through her jeans.

"What smells so go- WOAH!"

Sam turned and walked back out of the kitchen. No way did he want to see his brother doing that. Lily pulled away and lowered her face to Dean's chest.

"That was embarrassing."

"Could have been worse."

"Really?"

"I was about to take your shirt off," he said with a sly grin.

"You're right. That would have been worse." She hopped off the counter, though Dean didn't make it easy. He stayed pressed against her, so that her body slid down his. "Go tell your brother it's safe to come eat."