Lily packed her bag and left it by the door. Sam and Dean were sitting on the sofa drinking a beer, watching a little television.
"Okay, guys, I'm gonna go relax in the bath for a while. Help yourself to any food, but watch the expiration dates. If we've really been gone for three weeks, there may be some iffy things in the fridge."
"Good point," Dean said.
Lily grabbed a pair of pajamas and headed to the master bathroom. She normally only wore a t-shirt, but with Sam in the house, she didn't think it would be appropriate. Dean, of course, wasn't a concern.
She filled the tub with water as she clipped her hair up and removed her clothes. She couldn't wait to get the skirt off. She hated skirts. They just weren't prudent in her line of work. As she pulled down the zipper, she had a flash of Dean doing the same. But that was Dean Smith, and she had been Lily Marley. It was odd. She had lived as another person for three weeks, and now it seemed like a dream she'd had. It was then she realized that the dreams she had of her and Dean while she was Lily Marley were actually her real life memories.
"No wonder they felt so real," she whispered to herself.
Once the tub was full she turned on the jets. Her father had the new tub installed two years before. He was coming home battered and bruised more often, and Lily thought the water jets might help his aching muscles. He loved it.
She slipped into the warm water and put a thick, folded towel behind her head. Her eyes closed, and she felt herself beginning to relax. As her mind cleared, the memory of Dean taking her on the desk came back to her. She had been so nervous, but it felt so right to be with him.
She was pulled from those memories by the sound of Dean's voice.
"Do you always leave the door unlocked when you bathe with two men in the house?"
She opened her eyes to see him leaning against the edge of the wall at the foot of the tub. "I'm not used to having two men in the house."
"Hmmm... See, I think you were hoping I'd come in here." He walked over and sat on the edge of the tub.
"Think so?"
"Yeah, I do." His eyes scanned the churning water in the tub. "These bubbles are really obstructing the view." He leaned over and kissed her passionately. "I want you tonight."
"Then you'd better go shower now so we'll both be ready."
"Why can't I join you?" he asked with a smirk.
"Because we won't make it out of the tub."
"And that's bad?"
"Not very comfy."
He kissed her neck, "I could make it comfy." His hand sank into the water. He found her thigh and slowly made his way up the inside. His eyes never left hers as she closed them and arched her back. After a moment, he let his hand continue up her stomach and chest to her cheek. He kissed her again, then pulled away slowly.
"That was a preview," he said. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."
She stared after Dean as he walked out. She knew he wouldn't be long in the shower, so she finished quickly, turned off the jets and let the water out of the tub before dressing. She cleaned up the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. As soon as she was through the door, a hand grabbed her wrist and she was backed up against the wall. Dean's lips were on hers immediately. His hands pinned hers against the wall on either side of her head, his body pressed against hers.
He pulled back, his face just inches away. She could feel his breath as he stared into her eyes.
"You are so beautiful, sweetheart."
His lips went to her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access. He still had her hands pinned, and it was driving her crazy.
"Dean... let go of my hands."
"Nuh uh."
"I wanna touch you."
He pushed his body more firmly against her. "You are touching me."
"That's not what I mean. I want my hands on you."
He ignored her, continuing his assault on her neck.
"Dean, please..."
She felt him smile against her skin. When he pulled back she saw a playful look in his eyes.
"Please, what?"
She couldn't help but grin. "You jerk. You wanna hear me beg, don't you?"
"I wanna know you want me. I already told you I want you."
"And I didn't make you beg!"
"No, you made me wait. Payback's a bitch."
She tried to pull her wrists from his grip, but he was too strong. She realized then just how easily he could have taken complete control of her all the times they had been together.
"Dean, baby, you know I want you."
"No, I think you're just saying that so I'll let you go."
Lily whimpered and Dean let out a chuckle.
"I want you so bad, I don't care where I touch you. You can put my hands wherever you want them, as long as they're on your body."
"That sounds interesting. Where do you want my hands in the middle of all this?"
"Where it was in the tub," she whispered.
He let her wrists go, and she immediately began pulling his shirt off. He helped, then one arm grabbed her around the waist as he inched a hand into the front of her pants. She kissed his chest and neck as he worked his hand, and she began to feel like she couldn't breathe. Just when she started to feel like she was about to break, he stopped.
Her body twitched a little, and she whimpered. He removed her clothes, then his, and scooped her up to carry her to the bed. He lay on top of her.
"You want me?"
"Yes, please..."
Dean slowly filled her and brought her to her peak. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin as they both fought to catch their breath. He rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand.
"Dean..."
"Yeah?"
"How did it feel being Dean Smith?"
"To be honest, it felt pretty natural until I saw the ghost. Then I felt like something was missing."
"Same for me. It felt normal until I was snapped out of it. The only thing that felt odd were the dreams."
"What dreams?"
"The night before we, uh..."
"The desk?" Dean had a huge grin on his face.
"Yes. The night before, I had a dream of us together."
"Really?"
"It felt weird, like I wasn't myself. And it's because I wasn't. I realized after we got back that it wasn't a fantasy of Lily Marley being with Dean Smith. It was a memory... Of me and you. It was leaking through."
"That's so weird. You had memories. Sam had memories of us hunting... I didn't have any."
"Nothing?"
"Nope."
"Well, then, what made you take me that way? It didn't seem like something Dean Smith would do."
"It wasn't. I thought you were hot the whole time, but I was all about work. It was after you gave me that speech about being my assistant... there was something about knowing that someone was there for me, just to be there for me. Not wanting anything in return accept my appreciation. It struck a chord. Still does. I don't know how much of that Lily was like you, but that part was."
"I'm not your assistant, Dean."
"No, but how many times have I come here to get away from someone or something? You're there for me. You take care of me. I don't get that from anyone else."
She wanted to tell him it was because she was in love with him, but she couldn't. She knew he didn't feel that way about her, and she didn't want to ruin what they had. She would take him however she could get him, even if it meant not having him completely.