The torture continued as another week passed. Every inch of Lily's arms and legs had a scar, or a fresh wound. She had passed out the day before. A combination of hunger, thirst, and pain left her weaker than she ever imagined possible. She wished for death. She knew it had to be better than this.

They roused her before carrying her back to her cell, just to make sure she was still alive. She slipped in and out of consciousness on the floor of her cell.

She felt strong, gentle arms around her, lifting her up. She'd had this dream before. Her rescue.

"Dean..." she mumbled.

"No," a voice said. "It's Sam."

She was wrong. She hadn't had this dream before. It was always Dean who rescued her. And Sam wasn't as graceful as Dean. She felt jostled as he made his way down the hall with her in his arms. Still, he was warm and strong as she leaned into his chest.

Sam suddenly stopped and pressed himself flat against the wall. Dean never did that either.

"Why have we stopped?" Lily asked.

"Shhh."

Lily heard footsteps, and opened her eyes. She looked up at Sam's face and knew then that this was no dream. She remained quiet until Sam was on the move again.

"We have to find Kevin," she whispered.

"I have get you out first. You're too weak."

She couldn't argue with that. She felt as if she wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.

They somehow managed to make it outside. She took a breath, as deep as her weakened body would allow. Fresh air. Wind on her face. Things she would never take for granted again after being trapped inside for more than two months, unable to distinguish night from day. Sam lay her down in the back of a car, and got behind the wheel. Relief washed over her as he sped off, and her body gave in to exhaustion. She fell asleep.

She awoke to the sound of a steady beep. She slowly opened her eyes against the bright light.

"Lily?"

It was Sam's voice. She motioned toward the light and mumbled. "Too bright."

She heard Sam move across the room and the light dimmed. She was able to open her eyes and saw that Sam closed the blinds. She was in a hospital room. He walked back to the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his.

"Hey," he said. "How're you feelin'?"

Lily opened her mouth to speak, but her voice cracked, making her eyes water. Her eyes watered. The thought made her cry, and Sam got worried. She shook her head and motioned to the container of water by her bed. Sam poured some and helped her sit up to drink it.

"How long have I been here?" Her voice was just as hoarse as it had been while Crowley had her.

"A couple of days," Sam said. "I called Sheriff Mills, and she helped get you in here without too many questions from the staff."

"What's the story?"

"She found you on the side of the road. My name was in your phone. She made me go wait somewhere for her to call once she got you checked in. I'm your brother," he said with a smile.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

He squeezed her hand. "I think it might be best if you just tell them you can't remember anything. It's obvious you went through something traumatic. They won't push you too hard to remember."

Lily nodded, and closed her eyes. She let her head sink into the pillow.

"I should call for the nurse since you're awake now."

Lily nodded again, her eyes still closed, and Sam pressed the call button. The nurse came in a few minutes after.

"She's awake," Sam told her.

The nurse came over and checked on Lily. She checked all the monitors, and asked how she was feeling.

"Horrible," Lily responded.

"An honest patient," the nurse said with a smile. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Lily stared across the room as if trying to remember, then shook her head. "I can't remember anything."

"That's okay," the nurse said. "I'll have the doctor come in and check on you. Just get some rest."

Lily stayed in the hospital for a week, and Sam got a room in a motel nearby. After she was discharged, he drove her back to her cabin in Indiana. Sheriff Mills was there waiting for her.

"Hey, kid. How's it goin'?"

"I'm actually really glad to be home," Lily said as she sat on the sofa.

"Lily," Sam said, "I'm gonna help get you settled, then I'll start looking for Kevin. If he was where you were they most likely moved him when you went missing."

"Probably."

"Sheriff Mills is gonna stay until you're a hundred percent."

Lily looked over at the woman. "Thanks, Jody."

"Glad to do it, sweetie."

"Sam..." Lily hesitated before continuing. "Have you heard anything about Dean?"

Sam just shook his head, and Lily bit her lip to stop the tears from falling.

"Hey," Sam said, "you can't focus on that right now. You need to rest and get better. Dean would want you to."

"Don't talk about him like he's dead, Sam."

"I didn't mean to."

"Sam... when you start looking for Kevin, get Garth to help."

"Garth?"

"Yeah, Garth. I know you guys think he's a goof, but he can help. And after we find Kevin he can help us find Dean."

"Lily..." Sam started, but the look of determination on her face stopped him short. "Okay."

Lily sighed and moved to get up, but struggled to stand. Jody came over and helped her to her feet. "I think I wanna get washed up and go to sleep."

"I'll help you get into the tub," Jody said.

Lily stopped in front of Sam and wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could. "Thank you for saving me. I don't know how much longer I could have taken it."

"I love you, Lily. I'm not gonna leave you in Crowley's hands. You're my sister. Besides... Dean would have killed me if I didn't go get you."

Lily laughed. "I love you, too."

She slowly made her way to her bathroom with Jody close behind. Jody stood outside while Lily got undressed and wrapped herself in a towel. She came in and helped Lily into the empty tub. Lily saw her eyes darting to and from her body, and knew she was looking at all her scars.

"Pretty bad, huh?" Lily asked.

"They'll heal," Jody said, "and you'll hardly see them. Most will probably fade away completely."

"I can't imagine what Dean will say when he sees them."

Jody glanced at Lily, then quickly and silently looked away.

"What?" Lily asked. "You don't think we'll find him?"

"I think you need to rest."

Lily felt herself getting angry. "I can tell Sam thinks Dean is gone for good. I can see it all over his face. You, too?"

"I don't know, sweetie. I do know that you need to rest, and getting angry won't help. I'll leave the doors open. Call for me when you're ready to get out."

It was slow going, but Lily got cleaned up, in her pajamas, and into bed with Jody's help. Her thoughts and emotions were finally catching up to her. She didn't have the the time or the ability, when she was with Crowley, to think about much other than being tortured. Now, lying in bed alone, with an empty spot where Dean should be, it all hit her at once. She pulled his pillow close and sobbed into it until she fell asleep.