Dean and Lily sat on the sofa together. Her legs were across his lap as she sat sideways. His rough hand slid up and down her bare, short-clad legs as they talked. Sam had fallen asleep on one of the extra cots in the small, open room attached to the living area. Dean had been on the computer for the last few days, keeping tabs on Dick Roman. Lily finally convinced him to lay off and spend some time with her.

He still wouldn't say much about Bobby. She knew this was how he dealt with things; quietly, by himself. But she wanted so badly for him to open up and really talk to her. She grabbed his hand that wasn't on her leg, and held it tight in both of her hands.

"If I share something with you, would you talk to me a little about how you're feeling... about Bobby?"

"Depends on what you have to share," Dean said.

"You'd actually have to go first, because what I want to share... we'll probably talk about that for a while."

Dean smirked, "Juicy, huh?"

"Very."

Dean sighed and laid his head back. "Alright... what do you wanna know?"

"I just wanna know how you're doing. And don't say 'fine,' because that's bull."

He stared at the ceiling and let out a breath. Just as he picked his head up to talk, Sam's cell phone rang. They listened as Sam answered, and he walked out into the living area. The moment was over. It sounded like Sam had a job.

Canton, Ohio. Sheriff Mills heard about a couple of mummified bodies there and thought it might be something the guys would want to investigate. Sam and Dean decided they wanted to leave right away. Lily hadn't really been out of the cabin since Bobby's death, so she said she would tag along.

In Canton, they found a run down, abandoned house. Dean checked the ground floor while Sam scoped out upstairs.

"Well, there's a semi-functioning bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom," Sam said as he came down the stairs.

"Define semi-functioning," Dean said, "and do not use the words 'hole in the floor.'"

"Oh, that sounds lovely," Lily said with a look of disgust. "I hope you guys plan on us all sharing that one un-rancid bedroom."

Sam and Dean both looked at her, their faces telling her that they hadn't been planning on sharing.

"Well, we are," she said. "No different than sharing a motel room."

The guys looked at each other and shrugged. She had won that one. After they got a little settled, Dean came to Lily.

"We have to go do the FBI thing. You comin' along?"

"No, you guys go. I'm gonna try to do some research, but, uh... can you go pick up some food for me, in case you two can't get back right away?"

"Sure."

When the guys finally set out as FBI, Lily started looking for a history of deaths that matched the mummified bodies. They got back sooner than she had expected, but they were gone long enough for her to find something.

"Right here in Canton," she said. "1928, '57, and '74. Three deaths each time, all of them shriveled like our two bodies."

She turned the laptop so Sam and Dean could look at the articles she had found. After a few minutes, Dean pulled the laptop over to himself and quickly pulled up Canton security video feeds. Sam seemed impressed, if not a little jealous of this new ability.

"Where'd you learn that?"

"A little tutorial from Frank."

Dean pulled up footage from the area of the first attack.

"You need to teach me that trick."

As Sam looked at the monitor, he quickly recognized that the man in the footage from just a few days before was the same man in an old newspaper article, and he hadn't aged a day. A man in a fedora, just like their witness described.

They managed to track down a woman from one of the articles. She was a little girl at the time she discovered one of the dead bodies. With her information, they were able to track down the fedora man in the photo, or at least where he used to live. The guys came back long enough to change into jeans and they were off to stake out the house.

Sam came back alone, with a shocked look on his face. Lily knew that look wasn't good.

"Where's Dean?"

"Gone."

"What do you mean 'gone?'"

"We found the guy, and split up to follow him. I got to them just in time to see Dean grab the guy and they just... disappeared into this red ball of light."

"Well, where the hell did they go?!"

"I don't know!"

Sam sat at the table, and Lily began to pace. It was a habit she picked up from Dean. She eventually began pinning things up on the wall, hoping to see something they missed. Sam helped. When his phone rang, he quickly answered it.

"Dean?"

It was Sheriff Mills. Sam filled her in, and she insisted on coming to help. Since she wouldn't take no for an answer, Sam asked her to stop at Bobby's storage locker and pick some things up. She arrived the next day with more than twenty boxes. When Sam went out to her car to get them, Sheriff Mills turned to Lily.

"Nice to meet you face to face," she said, extending her hand. "Jody Mills."

"Lily Jacobs." Lily smiled at the woman.

"So, how did you get wrapped up with these two?"

"I've known them for years. My dad did what they do... raised me to do the same."

"Is that how you met Bobby?"

"Dean actually got me connected with Bobby after my dad died. I was kind of lost, and Bobby helped me find jobs and stay focused."

Sam came back inside and sat some boxes down, going right back out for more.

"Well, Sheriff..." Lily started.

"Call me Jody."

"Well, Jody, why don't we start going through these boxes?"

Once Sam brought the final set of boxes in, he began to help going through them, and Jody took over research on the laptop. Having a cop helping had its perks. She was able to get into a federal database, and she found another picture of fedora man. Sam noticed a symbol in the man's ring and flipped through a book until he found it.

This wasn't a man. This was a god: Chronos. The god of time. The best shot they had at getting Dean was to find a ritual that could summon a god. Sam eventually found what they were looking for, but more bad news followed. They had to know exactly the right time that Dean would have his hands in Chronos, or Dean would be stuck when they did the summoning.

They were going through the boxes again when Lily came across a bottle with a note on it. The note said, "Fine, you ass. You win for once. Enjoy. R."

"Who's 'R?'" Jody asked.

"Rufus," Lily said, staring at the bottle. She handed it to Jody, who suggested that they drink it. Sam and Lily agreed they should, but as Jody poured, Lily turned it down.

Hours later, Jody went for food. Lily sat cross-legged on the floor, still going through boxes, while Sam worked at the table. Lily looked up at the sound of a light snoring. Sam had fallen asleep. Jody came back a few minutes later, and Lily motioned for her to stay quiet, pointing to Sam. Jody joined Lily on the floor, handing her a cup of coffee and a box of donuts.

"Thanks," Lily said quietly.

"So," Jody said, "How you holdin' up, mommy?"

"What?"

"Hey, I was pregnant once... you have that sick glow about you." Jody smiled to let her know she understood. "That, and you turned down some pretty good booze. And, I've seen you touch your stomach a few times. I'm guessing the guys don't know."

"No, they don't."

"Which one?"

"What?"

"Which one of the guys?"

Lily sighed. Jody was reading her like a book. "Dean."

"Yeah, I had a feeling." Jody watched as Lily flipped aimlessly through a book she pulled out of a box. "I don't mean to pry. I'm just a curious person. If you'd rather not talk about it..."

"No, it's okay. It's actually kind of nice not to hold it in. I've tried to tell him so many times, but something always happens and it just doesn't seem like a good idea. I hope you don't think I'm using you as an excuse, but I was going to tell him when you called with this case."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I wanted him focused, not thinking about what's gonna happen when I have this baby."

"If you want my advice, you should tell him."

"I know. As soon as this case is over, before we even leave Canton... I'll tell him."

"Good. And if you ever need anything, I'm a phone call away."

Lily smiled as Jody took her hand. "Thanks."