Lily made it to the cabin in Whitefish about an hour after the guys did. When she walked in, Dean was stretched out on the sofa. He looked up at her and smiled, but didn't make a move toward her. She realized then that they hadn't discussed what they would be telling Sam or Bobby about their new relationship status. Just in case he wasn't ready to share, Lily would play it cool. She placed her overnight bag by the door.

"Where's Bobby?"

"On his way," Dean said. "He had to finish up with a nest in Oregon. He should be here soon."

Lily nodded and bounced on her toes a bit where she stood. "Okay, well, I think I'm gonna go sit out back for a while before it gets dark."

Dean stood as she walked past him. "I'll come with you."

He followed Lily out back and they walked away from the windows. She smiled as she turned to him and slowly put her arms around his neck.

"I have a question," she said.

Dean placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. He gently kissed her before responding.

"What's the question?"

"Are we telling Sam and Bobby about the change in our relationship, or are we keeping it just between us?"

A serious look came over Dean's face. "I've actually been thinking about that. I'm not so much worried about Bobby, but Sam."

"You think it would upset him?"

"No, I think he'd be happy for us, but I think it would make him hide things."

"Why?"

"He wouldn't wanna bring us down. If things got really bad with his hallucinations..."

Dean didn't continue, but Lily knew what he was saying. She nodded. "Okay. So, we keep it to ourselves for a while."

"Good news is, they already know we hook up and flirt and stuff, so we don't have to hide it completely." He grinned and wrapped his arms around her.

"That's good, because I don't think I can be around you and keep my hands to myself."

Dean kissed her. His hands began to roam, and Lily hooked one of her legs around Dean's.

"I missed you, Kitten."

"I missed you, too."

They were getting pretty hot and heavy when Bobby walked out.

"Break it up, you two. We got stuff to do."

Dean looked up, but wouldn't let Lily out of his arms. "Can't blame a guy for tryin'."

Bobby walked back inside, and Dean gave Lily one last quick kiss before letting her go and following Bobby. Lily was right behind him, and Bobby started talking as soon as they were in.

"We have to keep movin'. The leviathan may know about this cabin, and we need to start trackin' 'em... find out what they're up to."

"Sounds like a plan," Dean said.

Bobby looked at Lily. "I'm thinking you should sit this out."

"Excuse me?"

"We have to go off the grid, here. No credit cards. We can't carry a ton of cash, so we won't be stayin' in motel rooms. We'll be squattin' in abandoned houses. It's gonna get rough."

"I think I can handle it."

Bobby looked at Dean. "You wanna help me out?"

Dean put his hands up, "Hey, I learned my lesson. I don't tell her to sit out anymore."

Lily smiled at Dean, then directed her attention back at Bobby. "When do we head out?" When Bobby just stared at her, she kept going. "I have my own car. I'll just follow you."

"Stubborn," Bobby mumbled under his breath. "Alright, we're leavin' in the mornin'. We've all just done a lot of travelin', and we're about to do a lot more. Get rest."

Dean and Lily headed off to bed early. They knew they needed their rest, but they also knew they hadn't been alone together in several days, and they would end up doing stuff to interrupt that rest. As Lily unmade the bed in the small room, Dean climbed in.

"You sure about tagging along?"

"What happened to learning your lesson?" She put her hands on her hips and stared at him.

"I'm not telling you to sit out. I'm not even asking you to. Just asking if you're sure."

Lily climbed under the covers and moved close to Dean. "I'm sure. Your fight is my fight. We do this stuff together."

"Okay." Dean kissed her and laid her back onto the bed. He took one of her hands in his, laced their fingers together and pressed her hand into the mattress. His other hand began to slide up under her shirt. "Why do we even bother to wear clothes to bed?" he asked, kissing her neck.

"I have no idea." Lily closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through Dean's hair.

"It slows me down."

"Stupid clothes."

The next few weeks were rough. Most of the time they had no electricity. The places they stayed were dark and filthy. But Lily refused to complain, even when she started feeling sick. Dean was doing enough complaining for both of them. He and Sam had basically tried to jump start the electrical box on their newest place. It lasted less than five minutes.

Lily and Dean sat on a sofa that had been left behind as Sam discussed the case that brought them to the area. She was a bit distracted by the nauseous feeling she had. Dean noticed and leaned into her.

"You feelin' okay?"

"I'm a bit queasy." She turned her head to look at him, hesitated, then ran out of the room.

Dean stood and moved to follow her until he heard her heaving. The three men looked in the direction of the sound, then Sam and Bobby looked to Dean.

"She said she was queasy... I guess she's sick."

"Think so, genius?" Bobby said sarcastically.

"The way we been livin', I'm not all that surprised," Dean said.

A moment later, Lily came back into the room.

"How ya feelin', kid?"

"Still a little queasy, but..." She threw her hand up to her mouth as she ran from the room again. She was gone longer, making sure she was done. When she got back into the room, the guys were all lying down on the floor in their sleeping bags. She and Dean had been keeping their space, never able to find time to be alone, but Dean had put their bags close together. He waved her over.

"Lie down... come on."

"Think I'll stay on top, just in case."

When she lay down, Dean put his hand to her face, feeling her cheek and her forehead.

"Doesn't feel like you have a fever."

Lily smiled. "You playin' doctor?"

Dean returned the smile. "Sam and I are gonna go talk to the authorities tomorrow... See what we can come up with. Bobby's gonna go check out the body. We were thinking you'd go with him, but if you're feeling this sick..."

"No... no dead bodies for me. I think I'll hit a local clinic tomorrow. I can't be on my toes if I'm constantly looking for a place to hurl."

Dean and Sam dropped her off the next morning on their way to meet with Ranger Evans. She waited over two hours before seeing a doctor. After a few swabs and tests, the doctor came back into the room reading Lily's folder.

"Well, the good news is that you're not sick," the doctor said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I've got a toilet that might argue against that."

"You're pregnant."

Lily went numb. She could feel the color drain from her face. "What?" she whispered.

The doctor walked to Lily and put her hand on her shoulder. "Well, I can tell by the look on your face that this isn't exactly good news for you. We do have the capability here to terminate..."

"No. No way." Lily shook her head, staring at the wall across the room.

"Okay. Is there someone you need to call?"

"Uh... no. Not right now. No. I just need to figure out how to tell the father."

"I can give you the number to a counselor, if you need to talk to someone."

Lily finally looked up at the doctor and gave a weak smile. "Thanks, but I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

The doctor smiled and nodded. "Take a few minutes here if you need to. Just bring this folder to the check out desk when you're ready."

Lily nodded. After the doctor left the room, Lily sat on the exam table with her head in her hands. How could they let this happen? How would she tell Dean? What would they do with a baby?