-MACKENZIE'S POV-
"Pleaaaase," There was a slight whine in my voice. "Please let me go on this hunt with you!" I begged. Dean, my big brother, turned to look at me. "For the last time, Mackenzie, you're not coming with us." He said sternly. I groaned and turned to see my other brother walk in. "Sammy, is it okay if I go hunting with you?" Sam shot Dean a look and then sighed. "Kenzie, please. Stop asking. You don't know how dangerous it is. We don't want you to get hurt, or worse." He said, crossing the room to where Dean stood, organizing weapons on the table. I flopped onto the couch in defeat. "You guys get to have all the fun." I complained. Dean glanced over at me. "You seriously think this is all fun and games, Kenzie? Do you want to have near-death experiences almost every friggin' day?" I sat up. "Well...you guys do it, why couldn't I?" "Listen Mackenzie, I-" Dean started, but Sam cut him off. "Kenzie," Sam said gently, walking over to where I sat, pouting. "I don't think you understand. Dean and I, when we go on these hunts, we don't know if we're going to come back. We don't want the same thing to happen to you. So just trust us." I sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll stop." I said and stood up. As I started walking out of the room, I heard Dean say under his breath, "She's so freaking relentless. It's annoying." I turned around and gave Dean a dirty look. "I heard that. Jerk." I said, storming out of the room. I went to my room and looked around. I had a plan, and I had to start as soon as possible.