The blade, oddly, was at the center and balanced still on it's hilt, upright, without the slightest support. Gleaming red on one side and silver on the other, Lilli settled herself on the red, motioning for Dean to settle on the other. "Unfort'unat'ely t'find yer blood, I'll need a wee bi' like I've given a bi' o' mine." She added gently.
"Salt," he said, returning to stand beside her, watching with rapt attention while she prepared the spell, almost as if he was trying to commit what she was doing to memory for later use. He furrowed his brows in concentration, nodding his head when she informed him that she'd need a little of his blood. In years to come, he'd think nothing of it. It was a small sacrifice to make for the sake of his brother's safety. He pressed his right index finger against the tip of the blade, tilting his hand so that the blood ran down the clean side of the blade. No wince, no indication that it hurt at all.
The blood acted as a direction for her power to take, and take it it did. The reaction was almost immediate. With her hands to the ground, Lilli murmured gently. The words were quick, yet paced; indiscernible, yet clear and crisp to the practiced ear. There was no trace of the brogue in her voice anymore. All the unique, thick honey of it was tucked away due to the necessity of clarity. As she grew older, that too would matter little. Words were still necessary, but once more learned, a clear, simple thought would be enough to propel even this spell into motion. "From the shores of each great corner I call blood of blood, I call love of love, heart of heart. Part the veil and show the way. Shine a light to what is lost, bring back what once was mine."
He wasn't much of the praying kind, but he'd been praying for Sam's return for the last four nights, which oddly felt more like four years, and it struck him that in her own way, Lilli was almost doing the same thing. He wondered if the Goddess would hear her and answer, unlike his own God, who in later years he'd come to think of as a deadbeat father to his children.
The candles flared; first at each colored point, then eventually around the entire circle. Lilli's eyes were still open, though pointed at nothing in particular. They were brighter than bright now, and their light seemed to join with that of the candles, reflecting the most curious of patterns on the slick blade. Dean's blood shone the brightest, then brighter still, until without warning the knife began to wobble and sway as if disturbed. The candles flickered, their flames shrinking and growing in rapid succession as the blade wobbled more and more. Then, just as the soft lines of the witch's face began to harden, the blade fell and the candle flames jumped to life, blowing out in one direction; much like dominoes.
North stood alone then amongst its smoking neighbors. Distantly, beyond the darkened pane of the window, a small light seemed to spark to life, mirroring the very proud northern candle. Releasing a slow, tired breath, Lilli's lids lowered to a lazy half mast. "... well now, I think i' worked."
He continued to quietly and intently watch while she worked the spell, eyes widening a little when the candles started to flicker. He wasn't sure how it worked and he didn't care. He'd seen too much in his young life to doubt what he was seeing now. Something was definitely happening. He watched while the candles flickered and died, leaving only one, and he turned his head toward the window, seeing some strange light in the distance. "North," he said to himself quietly, and then he heard her and realized with alarm how weak her voice sounded, instinctively reaching to catch her if she wobbled.
Lilli had had no intention of moving just yet, so there would be no wobbling, but she let his hand stay without much more than a small show of her teeth. "I'm no' tha' delicat'e a flower, sweet'lin... I promise I won' fain' on yer floor." Reaching up with both hands, she gently captured one of his between them, letting him feel the unnatural surge of heat still coursing through her limbs. The light breeze from open window would suddenly seem so much chillier by comparison, no doubt. "Jus' haven' done this fer someone else b'fore. S' a lo' o' ext'ra energy t'harness ya' go' there." A compliment she added a slight inflection to; she was curious.
He turned to face her when she took hold of his hand, the almost unnatural breeze stirring her hair, feeling some kind of almost electrical energy coursing through her. He'd never felt anything like it before and felt a little bit in awe of her, if not more than a little smitten. His instincts told him to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her, to feel that same energy coursing through him that was coursing through her and he dipped his head toward her, hesitating a moment to see if she'd pull away.
Like Dean, Lilli had broached the years of her twenties and had been considered quite the creature when it came to charming those of the opposing gender. Truthfully, while she was no innocent, she was quite selective; there had to be a certain energy, a certain sort of charm. Given how the two of them had essentially grown up parallel to one another in so short and violent a time, the charm had been set long ago for her. It was for this reason and more she didn't move; after all. Lilliana McClae was no coward in the face of a promising kiss. Where he paused, she pressed; closing the little gap he'd left between them with the slightest of upward curve to her lips. Warm, soft, and yes; a means for what residual energy was left to jump through.
No stranger to women, he'd never really had much trouble attracting a member of the opposite sex, always moving on too quickly to make any real connections or commitments, mostly due to necessity more than choice. He'd never met anyone he'd felt any real connection to, until now. Certainly, none who knew him or made any real attempt to know him. He hadn't known Lilli long and yet it felt he'd known her for years and of all the girls he'd ever met or been with, she seemed to somehow understand him. It seemed like the most natural thing to kiss her, to try and deepen that connection and when his lips met hers, he felt a warm surge of energy flow through him like he'd never felt before with anyone. He pushed her hair back, cupping her face gently, while his lips plied hers. He was no longer a boy and needed no lessons in how to kiss a woman.
Such gestures often matched their owner quirk for quirk, and Lilli was no exception to such. From the wild in her eyes to the curious, world-born curl of her accent, then further still to the magic she didn't so much need to capture as pull from her very veins. Soft and firm; just the right level of enticing. As easily as she could have lead, she let him press, let him touch and cradle. The desire was honest. She could taste it, feel it, so why not savor it for while it lasted? Tomorrow would be another year, and this just another sweet memory. It took her much, despite the situation that brought them together, not to shiver.
Was it loneliness that made him kiss her or desire, a fear that if he didn't, the moment, the opportunity would be lost forever. He had never been one to think too hard about matters of the heart, or maybe he secretly thought about them too much. The kiss was spontaneous, but the feelings were genuine, and as he deepened the kiss, his arms went around her to pull her close. For just a brief moment, he forgot all his troubles and lost himself to her kiss. For just a brief moment in time, she was his and she held his heart in her hand.
That brief moment was not his alone; Lilliana too had that immediate desire, that immediate want and fleeting second of selfish need. It would be so easy to move in closer, and just as easy to take her hands up along his arms to the fringes of hair along his neck. The natural thing to do would be to part her lips a little wider, taste him a little deeper, and help him create another new memory; one they both could cherish really. Then the flash of waking in his bed struck her. The innocence, the trust, and oddly, the same strife. The same situation; Sam. The thought of family filled her up, as did Dean's tears and the warmth of his breath on her neck while they'd dozed like a pair of lonely puppies. No. Not now, not like this.
