Dean heard about a couple of deaths in Lily Dale, New York and was ready to hit the road. What caught his attention was the fact that both victims were psychics. Dean and Lily were at a motel in Rhode Island, where a potential case turned out to be nothing. They packed and climbed into her car. She let Dean drive. Dean missed his car, and if he wasn't focused on driving he would pout the entire time. And there was an upside to letting Dean drive: she could focus on him. Though, the bench seat in the Impala would have made it a lot easier. She would have loved to sit right next to him, but the middle console in her car made that impossible. She found ways to keep physical contact. She held his hand, laid her head on his shoulder, rested her hand on his thigh. Dean told her she should keep her hands to herself, that she was asking for trouble. She told him to bring it on.

Their first stop in Lily Dale was to a motel to change into their suits. Their next stop was the scene of the latest murder. Dean looked like a kid in a candy store, going around the room checking out all of the fake psychic tricks. When they were done at the scene, they decided to get something to eat. They found a local restaurant nearby, but Dean almost left when the host told him that he would get a free affirmation with his meal. It was hearing a familiar voice that made him stay. He turned and looked into the crowd. Lily followed his stare and saw Sam sitting a table.

Dean walked straight over to Sam's table. Lily hesitated, but took just a few quick steps to catch up to Dean. He sat down and started talking as if nothing had happened between him and Sam. Sam, on the other hand, looked extremely angry. He barely looked at Dean, and he avoided eye contact with Lily, not wanting to direct his anger toward her. Dean rambled on about the case until the waiter came to the table.

He took Lily's order, and smiled. "You are a goddess of beauty and elegance."

"Thank you," Lily said with a smile, trying very hard to suppress her laughter.

Lily turned to Dean to see him looking at the waiter with his eyebrows furrowed. He gave the waiter his order, and the man smiled once again.

"You are a virile manifestation of the divine."

Dean's eyes widened, and Lily couldn't help but laugh. "You have no idea how true that is," she said to the waiter before he turned to leave.

"What the hell did he say to me?"

Lily smiled and leaned to whisper in his ear. "Basically, he said you're a manly, powerful, sex god."

Dean pulled back and smiled at her. "I like the way you say it. It's creepy coming from him."

Sam scoffed, and Dean finally got him to start talking. He eventually convinced Sam that they should work together to solve the case and stop wherever was going on before someone else died. Unfortunately, two more people died before they found the cause of it all.

When they were ready to leave town, Dean was surprised to see Sam putting his bag into Lily's trunk. Lily could tell the guys needed to talk, so she walked down the street a little to call Bobby. Dean came over to her a couple of minutes later.

"You ready?" he asked, his hand lightly touching her shoulder.

Lily held up a finger and mouthed "one minute." She ended her conversation with Bobby and picked up her phone.

"Ready," she said to Dean. "How are you two?" She motioned to Sam with her head.

"I think we're okay."

"Really?"

Dean nodded, "Really."

They decided to head back to Lily's cabin. Dean drove, and Lily let Sam ride shotgun.

"Now that we're okay again," Sam said to Dean, "I was thinking about our annual trip to Vegas."

A wide smile spread across Dean's face. "Oh yeah! So much has been goin' on, I almost forgot." He glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Lily smiling back at him. "But, uh, maybe we should put it off this year."

"What? Dean, you're always stoked to hit Vegas."

"Yeah, but we don't usually have leviathan hot on our trail."

"You two should definitely go," Lily said from the back seat. "I think it would do you both good."

Dean grinned. "Alright, I'll head that way at the next exit."

"Woah," Lily said, "this is your thing. I'm not going. You can drop me off at home."

"You want us to take your car?" Dean asked.

"I have my van if I need it."

"Lily," Sam said, "are you sure? You're more than welcome to come."

"I'm sure, but thanks."

They decided to bunk at Lily's for the night and head out early the next morning. As Lily unmade the bed, Dean walked up behind her and put his arms around her.

"You really okay with this Vegas trip?"

"Dean, it's tradition... and I really do think it will be good for you two right now."

Dean kissed her neck and squeezed her tighter. "Have I told you how awesome you are?"

"Not lately," she said, covering his arms with her own.

"Well, you're awesome. I just hope I can figure out a way to stay entertained on this trip."

"What do normally do when you hit Vegas?" She turned to face him, still in his arms.

"I, uh... well, nothing that I should be doing with you waiting at home."

"Really?" Lily couldn't hide the smile on her face. "How do I factor in?"

"Aw, come on, Lily. I told you how I feel."

"Yeah, but we never really discussed if we're... 'going steady.'"

She put the phrase in finger quotes, and Dean laughed. "Really? Going
steady?" Lily just shrugged. She had a wide grin on her face that made Dean smile. "You know I don't do the sharing and caring thing well," Dean said. Lily nodded. "Well, when I said those words to you, I meant it. All in. Just me and you from now on. I'd say that's pretty steady." He smiled at Lily, and she leaned up to kiss him lightly on the lips. "That doesn't answer my question of what to do in Vegas."

"Most people go to gamble, Dean. You're good at that, right?"

"I'm more of a hustler than a gambler."

"Let Sam pick the itinerary. The point is for you two to reconnect, anyway. Do stuff he likes."

"I guess that could work." Dean looked down at Lily with a sly grin. "What if Sam wants to go to a strip bar?"

"Then go... just leave the girls there when you leave."

"You really are awesome."

"I know."

Dean held Lily tight as he kissed her and laid her down on the bed. They made love before falling asleep in each others' arms. Lily was awakened the next morning by soft kisses and the sound of Dean's voice calling her name. She slowly opened her eyes and found Dean smiling at her.

"Mornin', Kitten."

"Mornin', Tiger."

"Sam and I are takin' off, okay?"

"Okay. Be safe."

He leaned down and kissed her again. "We will."

Lily got a call from Dean a few days later. Sam had gone missing for a while, but turned up soon after at a wedding chapel with Becky Rosen, a super-fan of the Supernatural book series.

"They actually got married!"

"Dean, you have to be missing something here. Sam wouldn't just run off and get married."

"I saw the whole thing, Lily. I was the best man. They're married."

"Do you want me to come out there?"

"I would love it if you were here," Dean said with a sigh, "but I already put a call into Bobby. He's a little closer if he can leave right away."

"What are you gonna go?"

Dean rubbed his forehead. "I have no idea."

Dean called again late that night.

"Did I wake you?"

"Nope. How's Sam?"

"He's fine, now."

"So, what was it?"

"A demon gave Becky a love potion. It's been a long day. Oh... and Bobby had me working with this guy. He overheard me telling Sam I was gonna call you and he told me to tell you that 'sweet cheeks' says hello."

"You worked with Garth?" Lily couldn't suppress her laughter. "Oh, you must have loved that. You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Surprisingly, no. What's with this 'sweet cheeks' stuff?"

"I worked some cases with Garth the year you were out. He's a sweet guy. We called each other 'sweet cheeks,'" Lily said with a smile.

"I don't know if I like the idea of my girl flirting with another hunter."

"Oh, please. Garth is harmless."

"No man is harmless if the opportunity presents itself. Especially with a woman as sexy as you."

"While I appreciate the compliment, Garth is different. Trust me. If you get to know him you'll agree with me."

"Yeah, well..."

Lily could tell Dean was done talking about Garth, so she changed the subject. "You two staying in Vegas?"

"Hell, no! Worse Vegas trip ever. We're headin' to the cabin in Whitefish. Actually, you should probably catch a flight out. I think Bobby wants to get back on the leviathan trail."

"No problem. I'll see you guys there."