Lily made Sam a plate, and Dean figured he may as well have seconds. Lily joined them at the table with her own plate and they talked about what happened in Milwaukee.

"So," Lily said, "first St. Louis, now Milwaukee."

"I know. I'm screwed. I mean, it was one thing after St. Louis. I killed the shifter while it looked like me, so they thought I was dead. Now they know I'm not. Stupid news cameras."

"And now he's got the FBI on us," Sam added.

"Oh, that guy," Dean said. "I wanted to go through the phone and strangle him. You should have heard the stuff he was saying. About us, about Dad." Dean took another bite of food. The anger was obvious on his face.

Lily understood his frustration. She'd had her own run-ins with the law, though never on a scale this large. Dean was also still dealing with John's death.

"He has no idea what's really going on, Dean."

"I know... he just pissed me off." Dean shoved another bite into his mouth, and stared at Lily. "So, you workin' a job around here, or what?"

"No. I'm on vacation."

"Vacation?" Dean asked sarcastically. "What's that?"

"It's something people do when they've been running ragged, so their heads don't explode."

"Huh... we should try that, Sam."

Sam let out a chuckle as he took another bite of food. Lily smiled at them both.

"What do you think you're doing now? Consider this your vacation, boys."

"Hiding from the cops?" Sam asked.

"In a peaceful cabin in the woods, with a very lovely hostess. Soft beds, warm showers..."

"Warm bodies," Dean muttered.

Sam cleared his throat and shot him an un-approving look. Lily smiled slightly, but continued.

"Think of the place as yours while you're here. Help yourself to anything you want."

Dean laid his fork down on his empty plate, staring at Lily with a different kind of hunger. "I'll take you up on that."

"Dude," Sam said, "there is someone else in the room. Can you control yourself long enough for me to finish eating and hold a decent conversation?"

Lily couldn't help but laugh. "It is getting late. The sun will be setting soon. Since you're finished eating, Dean, why don't you go take a shower?"

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Because I wanna talk to your brother for a while. We didn't get to talk last time we met."

Dean frowned and stood from the table. "Fine." He placed his dishes in the sink and headed upstairs to shower.

"So," Sam said, "you worked with Dean and my dad."

"Sure did. A werewolf. John and my dad had worked together before, so when John showed up with Dean in our area, he decided to let them in on the job. It was pretty hairy for a while too. We knew who it was, so we waited in the guy's house for him to get back, since we didn't know where he went. Dean and I got separated from them in the house. The guy came home, still a little wolfed out, but not enough to kill. He locked us in a secret room in the basement."

"No way."

"John and my dad had no clue where we were. We realized pretty quickly that the room was sound proof."

"How long were you in there?"

"Five days."

Sam didn't hide his surprise. "How did you survive that long?"

"The guy had some supplies in the room. There was some food. Not the best food, but good enough to live off of."

"I can imagine."

"The thing was, he didn't come back. So we figured he either killed our dads and was just waiting for us to die, or they killed him and couldn't find us. Either way, we were in trouble."

"And it was the second, of course. They couldn't find you."

"Right. They eventually hacked the place apart and found the door. We were out soon after that."

"So, that's why you and Dean are so... close."

Lily smiled, staring at the table. "Yeah, I guess. We did a lot of talking in there, thinking we were gonna die." She wondered if she could tell Sam what else they did thinking they were going to die, but decided not to. She stood from the table and headed to the sink, turning on the water. Sam quickly got up.

"Let me get the dishes for you."

"You don't have to."

"Hey, you cooked... let me wash."

She smiled at him. "Thanks, Sam. I'll be out back on the patio if anyone needs me."

Sam nodded and she went outside. The sky was a beautiful pink color as the sun set, the dimming light reflecting off of the clouds. She lay back on a lounger, and smiled at the memory of her and Dean locked in that room.

December 2003:

Dean threw himself against the door, repeatedly, trying to get it to open. Lily sat on the floor in the corner.

"Dean," Lily said, "you'll never get that door open."

"Maybe someone will hear the noise."

"I screamed and banged for three hours while you were unconscious... no one can hear us."

Dean threw himself against the door one last time, getting a good running start.

"Dammit!"

"I looked for another way out, too. We're stuck. Good news is we do have some food down here, and a bathroom. I think this used to be a bomb shelter or something. Lord only knows what it's being used for now."

"If we can't get out it'll be our coffin."

"Don't think I haven't considered that."

They sat in silence for several hours. Dean did a lot of pacing, trying to figure a way out of the situation. He eventually saw Lily's head bobbing as she fought to stay awake. He removed his leather jacket as he walked over to her, folding it and putting it on the ground next to her.

"Here, get some sleep."

"What about you?"

"Not really tired."

Dean sat against the opposite wall as Lily lay down on her side, using Dean's jacket as a pillow. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

They spent the next few days talking. There was nothing else to do. They talked about family, hunting, music, movies... whatever they could think of to pass the time. By day four, Lily was losing hope that anyone would find them. She sat against the wall hugging her knees.

"Come on," Dean said, pacing the room. "Do you really think either of our dads will give up on us?"

"Just because they don't give up doesn't mean they'll find us. What if we're really stuck down here? The food will run out."

"There's a sink with running water. We can live off of that."

"For how long, Dean?"

"Until somebody finds us!" Lily turned her head away and Dean felt bad for raising his voice. She was scared, and he couldn't blame her. He wasn't too happy with the situation either. He sat next her and put his arm around her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."

"It's okay. It's hard being cooped up like this." She laid her head against his shoulder. "I just keep thinking of all the things I'd never get to see or do again."

"Like?"

"Watching the sunset. Going swimming. Eating a hamburger."

"Oh, I didn't think of that."

Lily laughed a little. She couldn't tell if Dean was playing with her or if he was genuinely upset about never eating a hamburger again.

"Kissing," she said. "I like kissing. Can't do that when you're dead. Can't do it when your locked in a room, either."

"Says who?"

She sat up to look at him. "Are you suggesting that we make out?"

"It'll pass the time."

"Geez, that's romantic."

"Who said anything about romance? You said you like to kiss... I have lips, don't I?"

Her eyes inadvertently glanced at his mouth. He did have lips. Nice, full lips. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his and decided she liked it, pulling his lower lip between her own. She looked up into his eyes to see him staring down at her. His hand quickly found its way to the back of her head, pulling her mouth back to his. A muffled moan escaped her. No one had ever kissed her this way. She had been kissed very well, but Dean was amazing. She grabbed his face, keeping it close, before letting her hands slide down his neck, then his chest and stomach, until one hand was running down his thigh, stopping halfway and moving inward. He groaned and broke the kiss, pulling away, leaving both of them fighting for air.

Lily slowly moved on top of him, pushing his legs together as she straddled his thighs. She rested her hands on his chest as she kissed him again. Dean placed his hands on her hips, holding tight. Lily undid two buttons on her shirt before lifting Dean's hand and placing it on the next button. He didn't need any more encouragement than that. Their shirts were quickly removed. Dean moved away from the wall so Lily could wrap her legs around him, moving their bodies closer together.

"Damn, I wish we had a bed," he whispered.

"Just take me... I don't care where."

Present Day:

Dean stood leaning against the door frame, just staring at Lily watching the sunset. He eventually went over and sat on the side of the lounger next to her.

"Nice view," he said. She just smiled. "What are you thinkin' about?" he asked.

"I was telling Sam about our first hunt together, and it just brought up some memories."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, with a wide grin on his face. "Such as?"

She got out of her lounger, pushing Dean back onto his, kissing him all the way down. He wrapped his arms around her, leaving her no choice but to lie on top of him.

"Don't try to distract me," he said between kisses. "I wanna know what you were thinkin' about."

"You... taking me up against the wall of that room. And me making you promise that, if we got out of there alive, we'd do it again."

"And I kept that promise."

"Yes, you did, Tiger."

Dean cupped Lily's breasts through her clothes. She let her head fall back, exposing her neck. The feel of his lips caressing her skin pulled a moan from her. He pulled her to her feet as he stood, then lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around him immediately as he walked back inside.

"Wait," she whispered. "Sam is in the kitchen. He'll see us going to the bedroom."

"Sam went to take a shower," he grinned. "You're all mine."