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- Third-person point of view -
"I've warned you about sneaking around the place like that," Bobby mumbled frustrated, putting the door of the pantry ajar.
"It's not like I wanted to crawl through the window?" Lilly huffed, pulling the elastic out of her hair that held it tightly together. "I know they're here, I saw the Impala parked in front of the diner," she whispered, rubbing her temples while cursing her job for giving her daily headaches.
"Did they see you?" Bobby asked, keeping his voice down not to attract any attention.
"Don't think so, what are we gonna do?" she wondered, but the old man that Lilly had spend the last two months with didn't know anything more than she did. Causing him to simply shrug. "How long are they gonna be here for? I can book a motel downtown if it'll keep them out of my hair," she offered, briefly looking up at the bulb that had once again blown, letting a small sigh go knowing she would have to replace it.
When the only reply Bobby gave was a gentle shake of the head, she knew exactly what was going through his mind.
"No, please, don't tell them."
"Oh, I ain't gonna say a word." Lilly swallowed slowly at his fast response, looking him deep in the eyes in an attempt to understand him better because something in her said he wasn't fully on her side. That's when she saw it, his true intentions.
"You're going to make me tell them, aren't you?"
"Loud and clear. And every nitty-gritty detail." Lilly choked on her thoughts, already petrified of the thought of having to face them.
Sam, Castiel, and Dean had been worried sick, searching the entire planet for Lilly, and she had been hiding right there in Sioux Falls for two months. Right under their noses. The fact that Bobby knew and help her hide, however, did give her some reassurance. If Lilly was to get her ass kicked for her selfishness, she wouldn't be the only one. Bobby would be next in line for keeping it a secret.
"Bobby?" Dean's voice bounced through the halls, causing Lilly to flinch. If there was one thing the young woman had learned over the last months she had spent with a hunter, it was that if your instinct tells you to run, you run.
She wanted to leap back out the window, reaching for the old wood but Bobby stopped her, pulling her away from the glass.
"Not happening," he growled while grabbing her by the wrist. "I told you months ago when you stood on my porch, drenched in blood. Family isn't something you can just walk away from. Now suck it up and go tell them you're alive," he demanded, making Lilly bite her teeth as she yanked her arm loose. Her eyes menacing as she started Bobby down, inhaling slowly through her nostrils. She considered doing as she was told for one reason only. Because the man had been nothing but good to her.
"Bobby, you good?" Dean's voice sounded again, making her eye the crack in the door instead.
"Fine," she breathed the word while opening the door with her foot. Bobby walked out first, forgetting the coffee beans he originally was going to grab as his mind was filled with other things. Turning the corner Lilly left some space between them, giving Bobby the time to speak first.
