Lily woke the next morning still wrapped in Dean's arms. She reached for her phone and checked the time. It was a little after seven thirty, and she was pretty sure Sam and Kevin would be up and working already. She wanted to help, but she didn't want to wake Dean, so she tried to untangle herself from him. She failed. The more she moved, the tighter he held her.
"Dean," she whispered, "I have to get up."
Dean groaned and squeezed her tight. He nuzzled his face against her chest. His lips sat unmoving against her skin at the swell of her breast, causing her eyes to flutter shut. Her hand went to his head, her fingers running through his short hair, and she felt him smile against her.
"You faker," she said. "I should have known you weren't really asleep."
"I was until you tried to leave me."
Dean's hand traveled slowly down her back until it reached her rear. He gave it a firm squeeze, and Lily moaned. His hand continued down the back of her leg, his fingers brushing over the inside of her thigh. He stopped, lifted her leg, and gently pulled it over his hip. His hand glided back up her body until it reached her breast.
"Don't do this to me," she whimpered. "I have to get up."
"Says who?"
"My bladder, for one."
Dean groaned. "Fine," he said, but he didn't let go. He kissed her neck instead.
Lily tightened her leg around his hip and fisted his hair. "Dean..."
Dean pulled away, running his hand down her arm. "Alright, but you owe me one. We're supposed to be making up for lost time, remember?"
"Trust me, I remember."
Dean rolled onto his back and Lily pulled herself away. She went into the bathroom and grabbed her robe from the back of the door. A few minutes later, she was at the sink, brushing her teeth. When Dean heard the water running, he came in. She watched him in the mirror as he walked past her and disappeared into the water closet. She began washing her face as he stepped to the second sink. He washed his hands, ran water through his hair, and brushed his teeth.
They finished at roughly the same time. Lily made a move to head back to the bedroom, but Dean caught the belt on her robe. He pulled her back and backed her against the counter between the sinks.
"I'm collecting now," he said. "I can't wait."
He lifted her onto the counter and attacked her neck. Her hands were back in his hair, and she gave no protests this time. He undid her robe and let it fall from her arms. Her hands slid down his chest and torso, pushing his boxers down to find him already hard. He kicked his boxers away and his lips came down on hers as she worked him slowly. He groaned into her mouth, slightly bucking his hips. He pulled away and looked into her eyes as his breathing became labored.
"I want you so much," she whispered. "All the time. You're like an addiction."
Dean captured her lips again before moving along her jaw to her neck.
"Keep talkin'," he said as he licked at the skin there, her hands still pleasing him.
"I just sit next to you and my body reacts. I wanna feel you on top of me. Inside of me."
Dean groaned and pulled his lips from her. He had a hand on her face, and he stared into her eyes. They stayed that way, in silence, until Lily made Dean's eyes flutter closed and his mouth fall open. His head fell back, and she leaned over to kiss his neck and chest, her hands still working their magic. A deep, long groan came from him as he bit his lip, then a breathy 'son of a bitch' before he grabbed her face and kissed her roughly.
He pulled her hands from him and lifted her from the counter. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him as he carried her back to the bedroom. They fell across the bed and Dean almost immediately plunged deeply into her. She gripped the sheets beneath her and bit her lip to try to muffle her loud moan. Dean kissed his way up her neck, back to her lips as he thrusted.
"Like this?" he whispered into her ear.
Her response was a whimper, and her legs tightening around him. Dean slowed his pace, allowing her body to calm as he kissed her neck and breasts. When she let out a satisfied moan, he went deeper and faster until her body tightened around him again. This time he fell over the edge with her, and they moaned each other's names.
Dean landed on his back with a thud, and Lily slowly turned onto her side to curl up next to him, her body still shuddering.
"That more than repaid your debt," Dean said. "Damn, baby." Lily, her eyes closed, let out a satisfied hum. Dean smiled as he pulled her close. "You still need to get up?" Dean asked.
"I really should."
Dean ran a hand through her hair and kissed her gently.
"I'll go make breakfast," he said.
He kissed her once more before getting out of bed. He found his underwear on the bathroom floor, slipped into grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and headed to the kitchen.
Lily lay there a few minutes, willing herself to get up, praying her legs didn't give as soon as she stood. Once she was up, she dressed in her own sweats, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and went to help Dean in the kitchen.
Dean told her not to worry about helping, so she checked on Sam and Kevin. Just as she thought, they were both in the study, and all either of them had was coffee. She told them to come eat, and they listened.
After breakfast, they all hit the books. They stopped briefly for lunch, but their main goal was getting the trials translated. Kevin seemed to be having a difficult time with that part of the tablet.
"The language starts getting vague... almost, kind of like poetry here. It's gonna take time."
Dean looked at his watch. They had been at it for more than thirteen hours. "I need a break," he said. "Anybody want a beer?"
"I'll take one," Lily said.
"Sammy?"
"Uh, yeah... beer sounds good."
Dean was gone longer than he should have been, so Lily went to check on him. When she walked into the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks, actually taking a step back.
"Castiel?"