Two days later, Bobby was back and he dropped the keys to the Impala in Dean's hand. Dean was excited to finally have his car back, even though he couldn't drive it yet. Bobby filled them in on what was happening in the outside world. More and more hunters were running into monsters that bled black goo and couldn't be killed. Leviathans. Everything Bobby had was destroyed in the house fire. All of his books, including the rare ones, were gone, but Bobby said he had copies stashed all over the place.

As they talked about the Leviathans, Dean asked Sam what he thought, but Sam didn't answer. He was staring ahead, as if lost in a trance. When Dean finally got him to snap back to reality, he said he was fine. Lily could tell by the look on Dean's face that he was worried about his brother. A few minutes later, Dean asked Sam to go to the store, tossing him the keys to the Impala.

"Hang on, Sam," Lily said. "I'll go with you."

"Actually, sweetheart," Dean said, grabbing her hand as she passed the couch, "Bobby will be leaving in a minute and I may need some attention."

"You 'may' need attention?" she asked, questioning his choice of words. "As in, there's a chance you won't?"

"You're right... I will. I most definitely will need attention."

The grin on his face was so wide that she couldn't help but laugh. She turned to Sam, Dean still holding her hand, "Sorry, Sam. Duty calls."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled, "I'll bet."

Dean reminded Sam not to forget the pie, and Sam left.

"Well," Bobby said, "looks like you two are doin' okay."

"We're great," Dean said. "It's Sam I'm worried about. Before you bail again..."

Dean asked Bobby what he thought about how Sam was doing. Bobby said he thought Sam looked to be doing better. Dean didn't agree. Before he left, Bobby told Dean that worrying too much about it wouldn't do any good.

"Bobby's right, you know," Lily said sitting on the arm of the sofa. "It's okay to be concerned about your brother, but worrying too much won't do you or him any good."

"You've been cooped up here with us the last three weeks. What do you think?"

"I think he's managing... learning to separate what's real and what's not."

"Managing is not getting better, it's just sweeping it under a rug."

"Dean," she said as she moved to sit next to him, "I think you need to prepare yourself for the possibility that managing is Sam's only option. He had no soul for over a year. His mind is broken. Give him time. We'll just keep an eye on him."

Dean pulled Lily against him and she lay against his chest. "What would I do without you?"

"You'll never have to find out."

"I guess the question right now is 'what do I do with you?' We're all alone here for a little while."

Lily let out a small laugh. "Use your imagination. I'm sure you'll think of something."

She felt the vibration of Dean's chest as he let out a growl, sending shivers down her spine. He lifted her face to kiss her, then he told her to turn around. When she did, he pulled her back against his chest and rubbed her shoulders.

"Ohhh... that feels good."

"I think you deserve it after taking care of me for the last few weeks."

"No arguments here."

It didn't take long before the noises Lily was making began to get to Dean. He had heard her make those sounds before, in other pleasurable situations. It made him want her even more. His fingers began to move in longer strokes over her shoulders, down the upper part of her chest. His motions became longer and longer until finally his hands were over her breasts, and they never made it back to her shoulders.

Lily inhaled deeply and let out a loud sigh, a moan tangled with it. When she took in the breath, it pushed her chest more into Dean's hands. He massaged there for a moment, through her clothes, before his hands slid down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. Without thinking, Lily lifted her arms and Dean pulled the shirt off of her, setting it next to her on the couch. His hands went back to her breasts as he kissed her neck. Lily reached up behind her and let her fingers run through Dean's hair.

When he pulled the cups of her bra down and ran his fingers over her, she nearly lost it.

"Dean... Mmmmm... If I can't have you, we need to stop."

He kissed her neck once more before removing his hands. She turned to sit properly and grabbed her shirt, giving Dean a nice view. Before she could right herself Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

"Come here."

He sat up and pulled her to her knees on the sofa, in front of him, which put her in just the right spot for him to take one of her breasts into his mouth. She clutched at his shoulders as her legs trembled.

"Dean, please... It's been so long."

"I know, baby."

They heard the rumble of the Impala and knew that Sam was back. Lily crumbled into Dean's arms and kissed him.

"Three more days," he said.

Lily fixed her bra and put her shirt back on.

"I don't think I can face Sam right now. I'm gonna go take a cold shower." She kissed him once more and was out of the room before Sam came in.

When she was done, Dean was in the same spot on the couch. He smiled and waved her over, but she hesitated. It was getting harder and harder to be around him. She went to him anyway, unable to fight the desire to feel him against her in any capacity. She sat between his legs and lay against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. They eventually fell asleep there.

Dean woke up and smiled. It had been a while since he had woken up with anyone in his arms. This woman in particular. He tucked her hair behind her ear and let his hand glide down her cheek. He sighed and turned his head. There was a note on the table. It could only be from Sam. He tried to reach it, but Lily was keeping him in his spot. He didn't want to just move her away, so he began to slowly wake her up. He kissed her head and rubbed her back.

"Sweetheart, I need you to wake up."

She groaned a little and moved to stretch. The way she moved against him made Dean shut his eyes tight.

"Dammit, baby," he whispered. "I can't wait to get this cast off... Lily..."

"What?" she asked, not lifting her head.

"I need you to get up. There's a note on the table and I can't reach."

Lily sat up and handed the note to Dean before rubbing her eyes. Dean read the note and Lily saw his jaw clench.

"Son of a bitch!"

"What's wrong?"

Dean handed Lily the note. It said, "Back in a few days. I'm fine. Sam."