Bobby had Lily park her car along the road out of town before they went to rescue Sam and Dean. When they reached it, they unloaded Sam, got him off of the gurney and into the backseat of her car. Bobby got in with him. Dean worked his casted leg into the front seat and Lily climbed behind the wheel.
They took Sam to another, monster-free hospital so he could be checked out. He still had not woken up. The doctor admitted him, so the others got a motel room nearby. Bobby suggested they all stay together, so they got just one room. The room did not have a couch. Lily put her bag on the bed furthest from the door, and Dean put his bag next to hers.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Claiming my spot."
She folded her arms. "Do you seriously think I'm sharing a bed with you?"
"We've done it before," he said with a smirk.
"Things change." She picked up his bag and put it on the other bed.
"If you're this pissed at me, why did you even come?"
"Because life and death trumps whatever we have going on. I'm not gonna let you die just because you're an ass."
"Okay, you two," Bobby said. "Dean, you'll bunk with me."
"Awesome," Dean said, his tone flat.
"Well, I ain't exactly thrilled about it either, boy, but we do what we have to."
Bobby went to check on Sam the next day. He was awake and seemed to be doing well, but the doctor wanted to keep him at least one more night to be sure. Lily and Dean stayed at the motel, barely speaking. Dean did fill her in on how he and Sam ended up at the hospital, but other than that they were quiet.
The next day, Bobby got Sam checked out of the hospital and brought him back to the motel room.
"Where we headin', Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Rufus had a cabin in Montana. I think we should head there, but first I need to go back for my car. We can't rely on just the one."
"What about my car?" Dean asked.
"We'll go back for yours later. You can't drive anyway, and neither can Sam. Your car is safe at the yard for now."
"I'll drive you, Bobby," Lily said.
Bobby nodded and looked at Sam and Dean. "You two stay put. We'll be back in a few hours."
Once they were on the road, Bobby started asking questions.
"What's up with you, kid?"
"What do you mean?"
"Dean. You haven't seen him in almost two years, and you're acting like he did you something yesterday."
"Bobby, I don't wanna talk about this."
"I think you two are more alike than you realize."
Lily gave him a sideways glance to let him know she wasn't too happy with that comparison. "He shut me out. It hurt, okay?"
"Okay, but you're back in."
"Because you called... not Dean."
"Dean's fine with it, though. He hasn't gotten upset over it. Hell, he even tried to share a bed with you."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better? That he thinks he can act like nothing happened? Everything just goes back to the way it was?"
Bobby stared at Lily. "You're actin' like a..."
"Like a what? A bitch?"
"No... like a scorned woman."
"That's exactly what I am... he completely dismissed me!"
"No, I mean scorned, like, romantically."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Tell me I'm wrong."
Lily scoffed, fixing her eyes straight ahead on the road. "You're wrong."
"Uh huh. Me thinks the lady doth not protest enough."
"That's not the line, Bobby."
"I know, but I know you too. If I was wrong you'd let me have it." Lily just shook her head, so Bobby kept going. "You feel rejected, so you're not gonna let him in again, right."
"Bobby..."
"You love him, kid." He said it softly, almost apologetically.
Lily felt tears welling up. "Bobby, so help me, if you say anything to him..."
"I won't. It ain't my place."
"Thank you."
"But let me tell you something. Don't go burning bridges. You'll regret it. Dean shut you out because he cares about you, and he thought it was the best way to protect you. Now, maybe he loves you, maybe he don't, but you won't know if you don't talk to him. And that's all I'm gonna say about it."
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Once Bobby had his car he led the way back to the motel. The guys were packed up and ready to go. Dean decided to avoid tension and ride with Bobby. Sam didn't want to leave Lily alone, so he rode with her.
She asked him how he was feeling, and they talked about everything that had happened to him over the last couple of years. She knew most if it, through Bobby, but it was a bit different hearing Sam tell it. He talked about Dean too, and she found out something she didn't know. Dean had Castiel wipe Lisa and Ben's memories of him. They had no clue he even existed. The name Dean Winchester meant nothing to them now. So it was really over with him and Lisa.
They started talking about the Leviathan, and the topic came around to her joining their little group again.
"Dean's really baffled, you know," Sam said.
"By what?"
"Your attitude."
"Excuse me?"
"He thought you would have forgiven him by now, considering the circumstances, and how close you guys were." Lily didn't respond. "I'm guessing you don't wanna talk about it."
"Not really."
"Gotcha."
They pulled into another motel around midnight. Bobby insisted again that they stay together, so it was just the one room. Still no couch. Lily put her bag down on one bed and Dean put his on the other one. People accused him of being dense, but he wasn't an idiot. He wasn't about to make that mistake again. Bobby automatically put his stuff on the bed with Dean's, thinking of the sleeping arrangement of the last couple of nights. That left Sam, and he seemed a bit uncomfortable.
"I can sleep on the floor," Sam said.
"Don't be ridiculous," Lily said. "You just got out of the hospital. We're both adults. I'll sleep under the sheet, and you sleep on top. I promise I'll keep my hands to myself."
She smiled at him and he laughed. "Yeah, okay."
They each took their turns in the shower and soon they were all asleep. Before she drifted off, Lily turned onto her side, facing the other bed. She could have sworn she saw Dean staring at her in the dark as he lay on his back with his head turned to her, but she was tired and she chalked it up to wishful thinking.
The next morning, Lily woke up to the sound of Dean's voice.
"Well, isn't this cozy," he said, loudly. "You two have fun last night?"
As she pulled herself out of sleep she realized that Sam had spooned up behind her in the night. His arm was over her, and her arm was on top of his. She felt Sam pull away as he realized their position.
"Lily, I'm sorry... I don't know how..."
"It's okay, Sam. No harm done."
She got out of bed and grabbed her bag as she headed to the bathroom. She walked past Dean, who was glaring at Sam. If she didn't know better, she would think that was a look of jealousy on his face.