When Lily and Dean came back in she headed for the kitchen to fix something to eat. Sam was still sitting at the table.
"You guys want anything?"
"No, I'm good," Sam said.
"I'll come help," Dean said. He made his way over on his crutches, but Lily stopped him.
"Go sit down."
"What, I can't help?"
"You should be off your feet."
"I'm not useless, you know."
"No one said you are, but you'll heal faster if you're rested." She gently pushed him on his back until he started moving toward the couch. She followed him and picked up a blanket on the way. Once he was seated with his casted leg up, she put the blanket over him. "You need to learn to let someone take care of you for a change. Let go of the wheel for a while." Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Lily knew it would be an objection, so she cut him off. "I know it's hard for you... but it's okay."
Dean smiled at her, and she could almost see some of the tension fade from his face.
That night, Sam announced that he would be taking the room Bobby had used. Dean pouted a little.
"Why do I get stuck with couch? I'm the only one without a bed."
"Well," Lily said, "if it'll make you happy..." Dean's eyebrow went up in anticipation, "... Sam can stay with me and you can have the empty room."
Sam was laughing before Lily could even finish. Dean's face fell, "You're hilarious."
Lily smiled and asked Dean if he needed anything before she went to bed. He said he was fine, and they all said goodnight.
A little over a week later, everything was much the same. Bobby had called to check in once so they would know he was okay. Sam spent a lot of time on his laptop, trying to keep his mind occupied so the hallucinations wouldn't come as much. Dean was learning to like being taken care of, especially by Lily. He loved to watch her take care of him. It actually seemed to make her happy.
Dean had gone to use the restroom. Lily had just finished cleaning up when she sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the table in front of her. When Dean came out, he paused for a moment, then smiled as he set his crutches down and sat next to Lily. He hoisted his casted leg onto the couch, then lay back over Lily's lap, leaning against the arm of the sofa. His head rested on Lily's chest.
"What are you doing?"
"You're in my spot," he said with his eyes closed.
"You couldn't have sat on the other side?"
"It's more comfortable this way. I like to hang my other leg off the side... I don't feel like I'm laying down all day."
"Okay," Lily said with a sigh. She would let him have his way.
When Sam went outside on the back deck to get some air, Dean took the opportunity to try to get Lily to open up to him again.
"You know what this reminds me of?"
"Hmmm?"
"When you flew out to see me in the hospital."
"That was awful."
"You made the trip back to Bobby's pretty good, making me lay my head in your lap in the back seat. It was nice."
Lily's hand was lying on the cushion next to Dean. He picked it up, lacing their fingers together and holding it to his chest.
"It used to be so easy for us," he said. "We could go without seeing each other for almost a year and pick up right where we let off."
"You're right. It was very easy."
"When did it get complicated?" Dean asked, staring off into space.
"I don't know," Lily said. But she did know. It was that same night that they got Dean out of the hospital. The night she realized she was in love with him.
She lifted her free hand to Dean's head and ran her fingers through his hair. He smiled, closing his eyes again. When she shifted a bit, he opened his eyes to find her staring at him. He wouldn't make the first move again. He had given up the wheel like she had asked. She had it now.
All her doubts ran through her mind as she looked down at him, but those beautiful green eyes acted like a bouncer that threw them all back out. She slowly leaned down and touched his lips with hers. She pulled away just long enough to look into his eyes again before recapturing his lips in a deeper kiss. He let go of her hand so he could support himself as he tried to sit up a little. His other hand went to the back of her neck, holding her close to him.
Lily suddenly felt a desperate need for Dean. Two years had been far too long. Her hand was on his face, and she slowly slid it down his body as they kissed, until it reached his cast.
"Dammit," she whispered.
"What's wrong?"
She knocked on his cast in answer.
"So?" he asked.
"So... I want you."
"Sweetheart, I want you to."
"I want you in peak condition."
"That's another week and a half," he said with a groan. "Besides, I gave up the wheel, remember? You're in control. We can work around the cast."
Dean kissed her neck and slipped his hand beneath her shirt. She felt a rush of heat go through her body and she was about to give in when Sam came back inside.
"We have bedrooms, guys. Nice to see you're getting along again, though."
Dean sat up, running his hand through his hair. Lily quickly stood and started to walk away, but Dean grabbed her hand.
"Hey..."
When she turned to him she saw a concerned look on his face. "I'm fine, Dean. Really."
She smiled and lightly kissed his forehead. That seemed to satisfy him.
Over the next few days, Dean and Lily spent a lot of time snuggled together on the couch. There was lots of petting and light kissing. She would always stop herself before the urge made her go any further, but this night was different. Bobby had called and it looked like he would be back soon. Dean would be getting his cast off in five days, which meant they would be hitting the road again. She was done waiting. Dean was right, they could work around the cast.
Sam had gotten into a routine of going to be early, leaving Dean and Lily with some privacy, even in the living area. Dean was sitting on the couch in his usual spot, bad leg stretched out, good leg off the side. Lily sat down between his legs and leaned back onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned her head to the side, looking up so they could kiss. After a few minutes, she whispered in his ear.
"How would you like to take this into the bedroom?"
"Kitten, that's a question you don't even have to ask."
She turned over in his arms and he moved to lie down more. As she lay on top of him, she stared into his eyes. He was taking in her whole face, his eyes moving from hers to her lips. He ran a hand through her hair, moving it away from her face.
"Damn, I missed you, baby."
Lily smiled and moved her hips against him. He took in a sharp breath.
"Careful... It's been a while since I've been with anyone. You're gonna take it too fast doin' that."
"It's been longer for me."
"How long?"
She stared at him, almost not wanting to answer. "More than two years."
Dean was shocked. "You're kidding." Lily just shook her head. "Lily... was I the last person you were with?"
She nodded. "I couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else. I kept hoping you'd come back to me."
"I can't believe you waited for me."
Lily shrugged. "It's not like I was missing out. I mean, come on... we're amazing together. No one would come close."
She smiled at him and he pulled her into a kiss. He kissed her deeply for several minutes, still unable to believe that this woman would wait for him. Even after he pushed her away and had seemingly moved on. She waited. So many times in his life he felt like he was left behind or unwanted. But she waited for him. He slowly pulled away and put his forehead against hers.
"It's gonna physically hurt me to say this... but we're gonna wait."
Lily pulled back to look at him. "What?"
"You waited this long... I'm not gonna make you do most of the work because my leg is in a cast. As soon as this cast comes off, you're mine. And we'll do it right."
"Five more days?"
"Five more days."
He kissed her again, and when he pulled away Lily sighed.
"It's gonna be a long five days."