Chapter Four

Summary:

-Lillian, Sam, and Dean are on the road together again

-The mystery man pays Lillian a short visit

-The siblings make a pit stop

She's in the backseat of the impala now laying down. Legs bent so she could fit between the doors across the seat, one arm propped behind her head for a makeshift pillow and the other draped over her eyes to block out the world. After much arguing back and forth she decided to go with them. Not for John. For her brothers. She missed them too much. If she didn't go with them now then when would be the chance she could be reunited with them like this again? She missed them too much.

She had no idea where they were going. It was nice to be lazy and relax for the car ride. Not have to be the one driving. She will miss her car though, even if she can just snap a new one anytime. Though her brothers don't know that. No one does, except her dad. It's lonely sometimes for her to harbor a secret that no one can know, especially her family.

She turned to her side facing her brothers. "Where are we going anyways?" Now she sat up and perched her head on the seat between them.

"Blackwater Ridge" Dean answered, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Dad left coordinates."

"Hmm" she hummed in reply. She glanced at Sam and he was already looking at her from the corner of his eye. She scrunched her eyebrows up at him and flicked the side of his head with her fingers, then went back to lay in the seat before he could react. As she got comfortable again she drifted off into a nap.

"Oh hello you." The masculine voice said.

"Oh so you are even here when I nap?"

"You can't escape me" he said in a singsong voice.

"Who said I wanted to?" She questioned slyly. "I won't be here for long though."

"Where are you now?" He questioned. He knows she moves place to place. Curious as to whether she's still holed up in the same place as before or if she's started a new case.

"I don't know to be honest. Currently I'm in a car."

"You are sleeping." He stated.

"Yes. I am sleeping." She said back obvious in an obvious tone rolling her eyes.

His voice speaking with annoyance now as if she should be answering the obvious question, "You travel alone, yet currently you are in a moving car now sleeping. Who are you with?" He asked demandingly.

She knew what he wanted from her but she wanted him to directly ask. "I'm with two other hunters." Not revealing too much about herself and playing it safe, even if this is all in her head.

"Why? I thought you work alone. Are they men?" This annoyed him. They have been talking together for over a year now and she's never talked about the desire of pairing up with anyone. Never spoke of the desire for anyone really. She seemed more of the lone wolf type. He knows she can handle herself. He doesn't know why though but there's something inside of him that has a possessive urge to isolate her from others. It makes him feel gross. Having these urges. All he can do is feel sick to his stomach about it and try to deny these feelings. He has felt them before towards her in the past but he was able to hide them better. What is wrong with him? He should not feel these things. He should not feel. This is not his nature. It made him angry with himself so he continued to suppress the emotions that kept trying to bubble through. Occasionally they do surface and he feels more angry when she sees it. This is not who he is.

She giggled at him. "Why are you jealous?"

"No" he said too hastily. He realized his fault with his how quickly he answered and cursed at himself quiet enough where she wouldn't hear.

She was thriving at this. Hearing him nervous now. She giggled more. "That was the first lie you've ever told me."

Light tapping on her face from Dean is what woke her up. "Wakey Wakey" Dean said whilst tapping her face with his hand in a light slapping motion.

Without opening her eyes Lillian put her hand on his face and pushed him away. "No, go away"

"Do you want food?" he asked.

She sat up fast hanging outside of the open door "Wait.. Yes." Looking around she realized they were at a diner.

Lillian stood up out of the car and fixed her black tank top that got wrinkled from sleep. She stretched her legs and followed her brothers in.

They went for a booth. Lillian slid in the left side and Dean the right. Sam looked awkward trying to choose which sibling to sit next to. Dean already had a menu in his hand (as if he wasn't gonna get the same thing he always gets) Lillian looked up at Sam, "are you gonna sit or what?"

"Yeah.. yeah" Sam said nervously as he slid in the booth next to Lillian.

To get more comfortable Lillian took off her leather jacket, not liking the feeling of being confined in semi tight clothes while she's sitting. She draped it over her lap and bounced her leg as she waited for the waitress to come by for their orders.

Lillian was staring off out the window so intently that she didn't realize Dean was talking to her until Sam tapped her. "What?"

"Do you know what you want?" he asked again.

"Yeah I usually get the same thing as always" she answered.

Dean nodded and just stared at her. He didn't see his younger siblings in a while and just now he's looking at how much they look like they've matured. Sam still has a boyish look to him with his shaggy hair but boy is he tall and lean. Lillian is still as short as ever but she looks like a grown woman now. A beautiful one at that.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" she questioned Dean.

"It's been awhile since I've seen my baby sis, I can't look at you?"

"Don't get all sentimental and girly on me now" she teased.

Sam turned to Lillian as if he was going to say something and then the waitress came to take their orders. As soon as she was gone he figured what he was going to say is not worth it now and decided to bottle it for another time.

After the diner they were back on the road, only a few hours left until their destination. Both Lillian and Sam spent the remainder of the car ride reading their own books to kill the time.

Once they reached Blackwater Ridge they pulled up to the cheapest motel nearby to get some rest and prepare for tomorrow.

"Two queens." Dean told the motel worker while getting a room. He handed "his" credit card to the staff to purchase for the night in return for the room keys.

Lillian was waiting outside with Sam and the bags. Dean walked up to them jingling the keys in their faces, guiding them to the room. Once they all walked in they plopped the bags on the floor and turned the lamp on to get a look at what room they are in this time. The only thing Lillian could see was two beds. Two beds?? And no couch? She thought to herself. "I'll take the floor" she volunteered.

"No, my baby sister is not sleeping on a motel floor" Dean assured. "You can just share with me, I don't mind. Or I'll take the floor if that's what's more comfortable" he suggested. Dean honestly thought the room would have a couch for one of them considering most rooms with two beds they've seen have one.

"You can sleep with me. You used to when were kids Lil..?" Sam also suggested.

This was semi weird. She did share a bed with Sam growing up. Dean offered a solution, so why would Sam try to get her to sleep with him? Something is up with him. The way she keeps catching him glancing at her. Maybe it's because he really does feel bad about Stanford, she thought. She will figure it out at some point. "You don't have to sleep on the floor Dean, you better not kick in your sleep." She accepted Deans offer not looking over to Sam to see what his reaction may be.

Not being able to magically snap into pajamas, she rifled through her duffle for a tshirt and sweats. Finding a suitable pair she headed into the bathroom and quickly got changed, she brushed her hair and teeth, ready for the night. Putting her old clothes back in her bag, she went into bed laying on her back staring at the ceiling with eyelids heavy. Blinking until she fell asleep.