Dean called Bobby right away to tell him Sam was gone. Bobby told him that Sam probably just needed some time alone. He thought they should give him a few days before they started looking for him. Dean agreed, but as soon as he was off the phone he started searching the cabin. Lily watched from where she sat on the sofa.

"What are you looking for?" Lily asked.

"Something that will get this cast off."

Seeing the frustration and determination on Dean's face, Lily stood. "You can't take it off. You still have a few more days."

"Oh, it's comin' off, and I'm goin' after Sam. Not only did he sneak out alone while he's having hallucinations, he took my car."

Lily followed Dean as he hobbled down the basement steps. "This isn't about the car, and you know it."

"It's a little about the car."

"This is about you still not trusting your brother." Dean stopped and looked at her. "Come on, Dean. I know everything that happened. Between you and Bobby I've been pretty well filled in, well, mostly by Bobby. You haven't trusted Sam since you got back from Hell... not really. And it's worse since he got back."

"The man had no soul, Lily!"

"I know! I know... but now his soul is in tact."

"And he's hallucinating Lucifer."

"Reason for concern, not distrust."

"He's not right in the head."

"And you are? Or me, for that matter?"

"This is different. And you're not talking me out of going."

Lily knew he meant it, and didn't try to argue anymore. "Will you at least leave the cast on?"

"No."

Dean finally found some kind of saw and cut through the cast. He limped slightly as he walked. Lily was worried that it was actually worse than it looked, and that Dean was playing it tough and covering it up, but she didn't say anything. She knew he would just deny it anyway. He grabbed her keys as he headed to the door.

"You coming?"

"I'm driving." She snatched the keys from him, and continued before he could say anything. "I backed off on the cast, but I'm driving. You're gonna hurt yourself, Dean."

"Fine."

They drove to the store Sam had gone to first. Lily waited in the car, and Dean came back out with a newspaper.

"I need my suit," Dean said.

"Why? What's up?" Dean held the newspaper out to her and she read the headline. "You think he's working a case?"

"Maybe."

Back at the cabin, they both changed into suits. Dean was surprised to see Lily in one.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going in with you."

"Did you ever get a badge?"

Lily pulled her fake FBI credentials from her pocket. "After Sam was gone, and you were out, I thought it was a good idea for me to have this. Bobby did it for me."

Dean nodded. "Alright, let's go."

Dean said Sam's next move would have been to check out the dead body, so they went to the morgue. When the medical examiner mentioned the missing pituitary gland, a look of recognition crossed Dean's face. He knew what Sam was after. Lily waited until they were outside, walking to the car.

"What is it?"

"A Kitsune."

Dean told her about the creature. He had hunted one with his dad before.

"What do we do now?" Lily asked.

"Sam would have gotten a room."

"Yeah, but where?"

"Trust me... just keep driving. I'll tell you where."

Lily drove with no destination while Dean called Bobby to fill him in. Dean eventually had her pull into a motel. The Impala wasn't in the parking lot, but Dean was sure Sam had gotten a room there. He went to a room and knocked.

"Dean, how can you be sure he's in this room?"

"We have routines... certain rooms we stay in at motels certain distances from the highway, that kind of stuff. It's partly so we can find each other in emergencies." Dean knocked again.

"But he snuck off. You think he'll follow that?"

"I don't think he's trying to hide. He probably didn't think I'd follow him with my leg." When there was still no answer at the door, Dean pulled out his lock pick. "Keep an eye out."

When they found things on the wall pertaining to the case, they knew they had the right room. Lily walked up behind Dean as he looked everything over. She ran her hand across his shoulders and leaned close to his ear.

"Is it wrong that I'm totally turned on that you were right about this?"

"Are you?" Dean asked as he turned around with a grin on his face.

"You are so good at what you do... it makes me tingle."

"I'm good at other stuff, too," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I know you are."

Dean kissed her, but she pulled away before it went too far.

"This is your brother's room, and he could be back at any minute."

"Well, why don't you go get us a room while I wait here for Sam?"

"Okay," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "I'll go pick up some food, too. I'm starving."

When Lily got back, Sam was there. She was relieved to see that he was okay. The air was a bit tense in the room, and she knew they had been arguing. Dean had probably chewed Sam out for taking off the way he did.

They all sat and ate. Conversation was sparse. When they were done, Lily cleaned up and she and Dean went to their room after saying goodnight to Sam.

Lily walked into the room first, leaving Dean to close the door. She sat the key on the table before turning back to Dean.

"So, you and..."

She didn't get to finish her sentence. When she turned around, Dean was waiting. He grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss that left no room for doubt of where it was headed. When he finally broke away, he put his hands on her face.

"I told you, once the cast was off... well, it's off."

"Yay," she said with a smile as she kissed him again.

"I have to make up for more than two years."

"If anyone can do it, you can."

Dean continued to kiss her as he unbuttoned her shirt. Once the shirt was open, he stopped to shrug off his top shirt, then he pulled off his t-shirt. Lily's hands immediately went to his chest. Dean slipped out of his shoes, and Lily did the same. He backed Lily toward the bed, and removed her shirt before pulling down the covers and laying her down. He lay on top of her, holding his weight up by leaning on his elbows. He kissed her slowly and deeply before moving down to her neck. Her fingers ran through his hair as he worked his way down to her breasts.

"This is where we left off," he said.

Lily arched her back up off the bed so Dean could reach behind her and unclasp her bra, which he quickly removed. She moaned at the feel of his mouth on her. He payed extra close attention to the area.

"Dean, I need you."

He pulled back to look at her as he reached down to undo her jeans. Sitting back, he pulled them from her legs, then removed his own. He did the same with their underwear.

As he positioned himself above her again, she suddenly felt nervous.

"Dean... just remember, two years."

He kissed her softly and she felt him slowly enter her. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, her breath was stilled as her body trembled. Dean remained motionless, kissing her neck as she adjusted. When the trembling stopped he began to move. He took her to the edge again and followed her over.

They lay there breathing heavily in each other's arms. Lily hadn't felt so satisfied in a long time.

"I missed you," she said.

"I missed you, too, Kitten."