Six months later, Lily was on her way to Oregon to meet up with her dad on a job. She was crossing through Idaho when she decided to get a motel room for the night. As she walked out of the office, she thought she saw someone familiar walk into a room a few doors down. She quickly glanced around the parking lot and saw the Impala.
"Sam," she whispered to herself.
She had told Sam to keep in touch, but she hadn't heard from him in months. She called him a couple of times after Dean died, but he was distant. When she last spoke to him she told him to call if he ever needed anything. He never did.
She hesitated going to his room, but found herself headed in that direction. She knocked and waited. When Sam opened the door, his surprise was evident. She smiled at him.
"Hey, Sam." She wrapped her arms around his waist and he returned the embrace.
"Hey. What are you doin' here?"
"Passing through. I stopped for the night and saw you. How've you been?"
A figure moved across the room behind Sam, and Lily's breath caught. Her hands flew up to her mouth.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
"Hey, Kitten," Dean said with a slight smile.
Sam stepped aside and Lily ran to Dean, almost knocking him over as she threw her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. She fought to hold back the tears.
"How?" she asked.
"I got pulled out. We're still trying to figure out why, exactly."
She pulled back, wiping a tear from her eye, one arm still wrapped around Dean's shoulder.
"When? How long have you been back?"
"About two months."
"No one bothered to call me?"
"I didn't want you involved. We were clueless when I first got back, and we're still trying to figure some things out."
Sam walked over to them and pulled Lily's room key from her hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm gonna take your room."
"Sam, you don't have to do that."
"Look, you're headin' out in the morning. So are we. You two need to talk, and I need sleep."
He smiled at her as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Lily kissed Dean, her hands on his neck. When she pulled away, she lowered her head, and Dean rested his forehead against her.
"I missed you," she said. "You have no idea how much I missed you."
"It was only six months. We've gone longer than that without seeing each other."
"But you weren't dead then, Dean."
"I'm not dead now."
She pulled back and brushed her thumb over his cheek. "I'm looking right at you and I still find it hard to believe."
"You want me to prove it?" The smile on his face gave away his intentions.
"Over and over."
She pulled him into a kiss. He moved her hair back as he kissed down her jaw to her neck, backing her toward the nearest bed. He lifted her shirt over her head, and she helped with his. Her hands immediately went to his jeans, teasing him through the fabric. His hands held her face as he kissed her. She undid his jeans, slipping her hand inside.
Dean's hips bucked slightly as her fingers wrapped around him. He slid his hands down to her hips, pulling her to him. His fingers worked her jeans open and pushed them down before reluctantly removing her hands and lowering her to the bed.
They removed the rest of their clothing, and Dean crawled up the bed, hovering over Lily. He stopped to pay close attention to her breasts, and her hands made their way into his hair.
"Dean..."
He looked up at her and smiled. As he captured her lips again, their bodies joined together, causing her to moan through their kiss. Dean kept his movement steady, pushing Lily closer and closer to the edge, until they both went over.
Dean rolled onto his back, pulling Lily close. He ran his hand through her hair, kissing her deeply as they both came down.
"So," Dean said, "I guess you're bunkin' with me tonight since my brother stole your room."
"No complaints here. Why don't you tell me more about how you got out?"
Dean told her about Castiel, and the angels, and the breaking of the seals. She examined the handprint burned into Dean's arm.
"She's trying to set Lucifer free?"
"Yep. We're in deep this time. That's why I didn't call you. I didn't wanna pull you into all this."
"The whole world is in it, Dean. Most just don't know it."
"And they're safer because of it."
Lily knew not to argue with Dean when he got over-protective. It was one of his more charming flaws. She lay her head against his shoulder.
"Dean... what was Hell like?"
She felt his body stiffen, and he simply said, "No."
"I'm sorry."
She kissed his chest as she climbed over him, straddling his waist. They went one more round before falling asleep.
It was two in the morning when a muffled voice woke Lily. She turned to see Dean twitching in his sleep, pleading softly with someone to stop.
"Dean," she whispered without a response. She lay her hand on his cheek, calling his name louder.
Dean's eyes popped open and he grabbed Lily's wrist. His breathing was rapid.
"It's okay," she whispered. He released his grip on her wrist and relaxed a bit. "Still don't wanna talk about it?" she asked.
"No."
They eventually drifted off again. Lily was awake around six. She left Dean asleep and got back on the road, headed for Oregon.