The ride back to Lily's cabin was quiet, except for Dean filling Sam in about how they found Castiel. Lily wanted to talk to Sam and make sure he was really okay, but she knew Dean wouldn't want to talk about it. And that included listening to them talk about it. She also wanted to talk to Dean about Meg, but that would come later, when they were alone.

As soon as they were inside, Dean threw down his duffel and headed for the bedroom.

"I'm gonna get some sleep."

"Good," Lily said. "You're pushing forty-eight hours." She followed Sam into the kitchen. "What about you? You haven't slept in a week."

"Actually, I'm okay. Whatever Cas did left me feeling pretty good."

Lily sat at the table while Sam poked around in the cabinets. "So... what was it like?" she asked.

Sam kind of froze and hesitated.

"Only if you wanna talk about it," Lily added.

"No, it's okay. I mean, for a while I didn't know what was real and what wasn't, but I got pretty good at sorting that out."

"When did it get to the point of you not sleeping?"

"I made the mistake of talking to Lucifer."

"What?"

"Well, my hallucination, anyway." Sam sat down at the table with a water bottle. "Dean went missing and I... I worked my way through the job by talking it out with Lucifer. I let him in, and then he wouldn't leave me alone."

"But it was just a hallucination."

"Yeah, well... I guess with Satan, real or imagined, once you let him in, he's in."

"Just how bad did it get?"

"Imagine your worse day... You're stressed, exhausted, and Dean won't shut up... about anything."

Lily let out a chuckle. "Okay."

"Now, multiply that by a hundred... and Dean is Lucifer."

Lily reached out and squeezed Sam's hand. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

"Yeah, well..." Sam shrugged. He took a big gulp of water, then changed the subject. "So, you finally met Castiel, huh?"

"Sort of. I met 'Emmanuel.'"

"Right. I doubt he was really much different, though."

"You'd have to ask Dean. Do you think Dean will forgive Cas for everything?"

"I don't know."

"Me either. I never met Cas, but I know what he did... I don't know how to feel about him."

"Well, he fixed me... knowing it would harm him."

"That's true. But it's his fault you were like that to begin with."

"Also true... to an extent. That wall could have crumbled at any time."

"You don't know that."

"No, I don't. That's the point."

Lily nodded in agreement. After a silent moment, she changed the subject. "What about Meg?"

"What about her?"

"I don't like us working with her."

"Neither do I, but Dean seems to think it's mutually beneficial."

"After everything she's done to you guys... Possessed you, possessed Bobby... unleashed the hellhounds that killed Jo. How can he work with her?"

"He doesn't trust her. You can believe that. I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Whatever his reasons, I'm not gonna like it."

"Yeah, well, we've been in situations like this before... working with the bad guys. Hell, we cooperated with Crowley on more than one occasion."

"Someone else I've thankfully managed to avoid."

"Don't know how, hanging with us. You'll run into him sooner or later."

"Oh, joy," she said in a flat tone.

When lunchtime rolled around, Dean was awake and looking for food. He went to the diner in town and picked up food to bring back to the cabin. They talked about the leviathan and reworked all the information they had. With Bobby gone, and now Frank, things were harder. They decided not to go after Dick Roman just yet. They would keep taking jobs until they got more information.

Dean and Sam spent time online and in books while Lily cleaned house. That night, they sat on the sofa watching television, each with a beer. Lily was in the middle with Sam to her left. Dean sat to her right, with his arm around her. Sam yawned, drawing looks from both Dean and Lily.

"What?" Sam asked. Giving them both a questioning look.

"Tired?" Lily asked.

"A little."

"Why don't you go get some sleep, dude," Dean said.

"I think I just might." Sam drained what was left of his beer, then went to throw it away in the kitchen. When he passed back through to go upstairs, he told them goodnight.

Dean tightened his arm around Lily, and they continued to watch television in silence for a while. Their empty bottles eventually sat on the table. Lily felt Dean nuzzling just behind her ear. She tried to pretend it wasn't affecting her, but it was. When he reached up with his right hand and moved her hair back to place a light kiss there, she took in a deep breath. That only encouraged Dean, and his hand went to her thigh and gently squeezed.

"What are you doing?" she managed to squeak out.

"What do you think?"

"No, Dean..." She put her hand on top of his on her thigh. "We need to talk about Meg."

"Ahhh, come on..." he sighed as he laid his head back. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not. I don't like this."

"Well, neither do I, but I think she can be useful."

"Until Crowley offers her a better deal."

"Crowley wants Meg tortured, then dead. He won't be dealing with her."

"So, you actually trust her?"

"Hell no! But I trust her situation. She's desperate."

Lily hesitated for just a moment. "You know I trust you, right?"

Dean gave her a small smile. "Well, actually hearing it is nice... But yeah, I know."

"I'll trust you with this, too."

Dean almost looked touched by her words. "Thank you." He kissed Lily on the lips, and returned his hand to her thigh. "Is there anything else you wanna talk about before I get started again?"

"Just one more thing," Lily said. "I love you."

Dean smiled. "I love you, too, sweetheart."

Dean returned his lips to hers, and moved his hand from her thigh to her neck. He used his other arm to brace himself as he slowly lowered her back onto the sofa. As he began to unbutton her shirt, she remembered where they were.

"Dean...," she managed to get out between kisses, but he didn't respond. "Dean..."

"What?" Dean asked, still kissing her.

"We..." She turned her head so she could speak. "We're on the sofa."

Dean pulled back and looked down at her. "So?"

"Sam could come down."

A wicked smile flashed across Dean's face. "So, let him."

Lily started to protest, but Dean quickly covered her mouth with his, smothering her words until they turned into moans as his hands finished with her shirt buttons. He wasted no time, and pulled down the cups of her bra, wanting more of her.

When Lily started pushing at Dean's top shirt, he sat back on his heels and pulled both shirts off. Lily took the opportunity to remove her shirt and bra completely, and started working on Dean's jeans. She slipped her hand inside and gently massaged the bulge there.

Dean stayed on his knees, but leaned over, placing his hands on either side of Lily, one of them balled into a fist.

"Son of a bitch," he grunted.

She slipped her hands into his boxers and began to really drive him crazy. She watched as he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tight. When she leaned up and ran her tongue over his chest, his eyes popped open. He sat back, pulled her hands away and pinned them onto the sofa above her head. Lily smiled up at him.

"Kitten, you are too good at that."

"Is there such a thing?"

"There is when you wanna take your time."

"Well, maybe you should walk it off... say... to the bedroom?"

Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Come on." He pulled her off the sofa and they collected their discarded clothing before heading to the bedroom. Once inside, Dean slowly removed the rest of Lily's clothing. He pushed her back onto the bed before removing his own clothes and joining her. His hands and lips roamed everywhere, allowing him time to recover from Lily's pleasurable torture. He took her slowly and gently, whispering "I love you."

Lily pulled Dean's face back and stared into his eyes. "I love you, too, baby... so much."