Lily woke up the next morning with her head on Dean's chest, her leg over his, and his arm over her. She smiled, content to be in his arms. She wrapped her arm around his waist and kissed his chest.

"You tryin' to start something?" Dean asked.

Lily smiled and leaned up on her elbow to look at him. "I didn't realize you were awake."

"So, you were trying to take advantage of me while I slept."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Fine by me. Keep goin'. I'll pretend to be asleep."

She leaned over and kissed his lips. "I'd rather have you awake."

Dean pulled her on top of him and buried his hands in her hair as they kissed. Lily made her way down his neck, and Dean turned his head to give her room. When he did, he noticed the time on the bedside clock.

"Dammit."

"What's wrong?"

"It's kinda late. I'm surprised Sam hasn't..." Dean's phone rang, and he rolled his eyes. "...called yet."

Lily gave him a quick kiss as she rolled over and reached for her shirt on the floor, but Dean grabbed her arm as he sat up.

"I'm not done with you." He let go of her arm and answered his phone. "What's up?"

Lily lay back down and listened to Dean's side of the call.

"Yeah, I know, we missed breakfast... No, we're not ready... We can head out after lunch. It's not like we have some place to be... Yeah, okay. I'll call him... I'll call him, Sam... Bye."

Dean hung up the phone and placed it on the night stand before turning back to Lily. He lay on his side, propped up on his elbow.

"Bobby wants me to call him."

"For what?"

"Don't know. Probably about how I reacted to Sam taking off."

"So, why aren't you calling him?"

"I'd really rather get back to what we were doin'."

He leaned down to kiss her, but she put a finger to his lips.

"The sooner you call Bobby, the sooner we can pick up where we left off." Dean didn't move away. Instead, he kissed her finger with a wicked grin. "Go call Bobby," she said sternly.

"Move your finger."

"No," she laughed.

"Why not?"

"Because you'll do stuff with that mouth of yours to distract me. Go call the man, then you can distract me all you want."

Dean groaned, but gave in, turning over to grab his phone. Lily took the opportunity to get out of bed and grab Dean's shirt.

"Hey," Dean said, "I told you I'm not done with you."

"Nature calls, Dean."

She stood in full view of him as she buttoned the shirt, and Dean bit his lip.

"The only thing hotter than you putting my shirt on, will be you taking it off."

She winked at him before going into the bathroom. Inside, she stopped and looked in the mirror.

"Goodness!"

It wasn't the most attractive sight. Her hair was all over the place, and her eyes still looked heavy with sleep. As she smoothed her hair out, she smiled. Dean made her feel so beautiful. She would have sworn she had woken up looking like Grace Kelly the way Dean was acting.

When she came out of the bathroom, Dean was standing in the center of the room in his boxers. He quickly finished his phone call with Bobby and kissed her as he walked past.

"I'll be out in a sec."

He disappeared into the bathroom, and Lily stood next to the bed, waiting. When he came out and found her still standing there, he got a little worried.

"You okay?"

Lily simply smiled, folded the sheet down on the bed, and began to slowly unbutton the shirt she had on.
Dean got the message. He removed his boxers and lay down on his back, never taking his eyes from Lily. She let the shirt slip from her arms and fall to the floor. She placed one knee on the bed, then the other, and slowly made her way to Dean, eventually straddling his hips. She didn't let their bodies make contact. Leaning over, her hands on either side of Dean's shoulders, she kissed him. His hands went to her hips, gently trying to pull her down, but she resisted. He moved his hands to her breasts, and she leaned into him a little. Dean smiled at the reaction, and decided to try another spot. He slowly let his hands glide down her sides, back to her hips, and let one hand drop between her legs.

Lily let out a gasp. "Cheater," she said with a smile.

Dean smiled back before kissing her again. She had been trying to draw it out, but his hand was changing that. She sat up and let her head fall back. Dean removed his hand, and gently pulled Lily's hips to lower her onto him. This time, she obliged. He let her have control for a while before flipping her onto her back.

When he finally lay down on top of her, she kissed his head and ran her fingers through his hair. She wanted so badly to tell him how much she loved him, but she still didn't think it was something he wanted. And after so much time apart, she knew now that she was happier with him around. Even if it was just a casual thing as it had always been.

They checked out of the motel a little before noon. Lily told Dean that he should ride with Sam. She thought they needed more time alone together after what happened. They went to the local Biggerson's, and Sam went in to pick up the food they had called in for.

Lily stayed in the car, and Dean came and leaned into her window to talk until he got a call from Bobby. He walked back to the Impala and leaned against the trunk. When Sam came out, Dean hung up and motioned for Sam to follow him to Lily's car.

"That was Bobby. We'll hole up in Spokane tonight. We'll meet him tomorrow." He looked at Lily. "Just stay close on the road and we'll find a motel for the night."

"You got it."

Lily followed the Impala into the Spokane Swan motel. Sam got out in front of the entrance and Dean drove off. She pulled up next to Sam and rolled the window down.

"Where's he goin'?"

"Medicine refill... he wants us to check in."

"Okay. I'll go park."

Lily got a separate room, hoping Dean would join her again. While she waited for Dean to get back, she decided to go talk to Sam. They sat at a small table in his room.

"So, why'd you take off that way? Dean was really worried about you."

"I left a note."

"Did you really think that would stop him from worrying?"

"No... no, I guess not."

"So, why this case? Why alone?"

"I recognized the way the victims were being killed."

"Yeah, Dean mentioned you guys went after one of these before."

"Not just one of them... this one." Lily's eyebrow went up, and Sam continued. "Well, sort of. When we were working the case then, I met a girl, Amy, and... I liked her. These two guys were harassing her, so I chased them off, and she invited me back to her house. It wasn't until her mom got home and Amy hid me in the closet that I realized her mom was the monster we were after."

"So, Amy was one too."

"Yeah, but she had never killed anyone... until she killed her mom to protect me."

"Wow..."

"Right. I let her go. So, when I saw the paper. I had to go after her. Not Dean or any other hunter. I had to know why she was killing."

"And?"

"She has a son, and he was sick. They had been living off of dead bodies, but when he got sick, he needed..."

"Fresh... I got it."

"Anyway, his fever broke after the last one, and she promises no more killing."

"You let her go again?" Lily seemed surprised.

"Yeah, I did."

"Does Dean know?" Sam just nodded. "How did he react?"

"He was against it, at first, but after we talked he said he would trust me with it."

Lily nodded. She found it odd that Dean would back off, but Sam seemed pretty confident that Dean was really okay with it.

When Dean finally got back he had food. They all sat and ate together, but Lily thought Dean had an air of heaviness about him.

"You okay?"

He seemed a little surprised at her question. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm a little tired, I guess, but I'm fine."

"Your leg okay?"

"My leg is fine. I'm not even limping anymore." He sent a smile her way, and it satisfied her enough to let it go.

They sat and talked for a while, but eventually they were all ready to settle in. Dean decided to join Lily for the night, which didn't surprise Sam. Lily showered first, then waited in bed for Dean. When he crawled under the covers she snuggled close and kissed him. Dean wrapped his arms around her and held her. Lily still felt like something was off.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm just tired," he said. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her tighter. "Let's go to sleep."