Hello all! Guess who's back?! This is my first attempt at writing SPN fanfic, and I'm hoping to get myself back into the flow up writing and updating more regularly. I'm also hoping to use this one shot as a starter to a short series of one shots that follow Mackenzie(my own OC, only thing I own in all this) and her adventures with the Winchesters. I did loosely base this off of the episode What Is and Never Should Be, but again I will say very loosely. Please enjoy and review. :)
Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, Mackenzie cocked her teal-handed pistol. The air was thick with the putrid smell of mold and something she probably didn't want to know. It hung in a heavy fog across the abandoned warehouse like a hot summer blanket you wanted nothing more than to kick off. Wiping the beading sweat off her brow, she held her gun close against her chest as she stepped out from behind the sleek metal shelf and swung her head from side to side, checking that the coast was still clear. It hadn't been but just three hours earlier she had come across the case; 3 missing from small town Indiana, no tracks for the police to follow, and so far no bodies had been found. While it didn't look like much, Mackenzie knew to look beyond what the normal eye would see. She was a hunter after all; 4th generation. Honey-brown eyes glided across the old warehouse, taking note of the weak main beam and the gaping hole in the roof. Rain fell softly through, creating puddles all across the ground like an elaborate maze for her to make her way through.
She sighed deeply," Just freaking great, Kenz. Why the hell did you think this was a decent lead again?"
Mackenzie rolled her eyes as she hopped over the assorted puddles trying to make the least amount as possible. She was quickly becoming aggravated at the lack of action, or the simple fact that the lead was looking to be a bust. A soft groan broke the silence, catching her attention right away. Maybe this was something after all. Running as quietly as she could, she followed the sound to the end of the hallway. Mackenzie pressed her lean body against the open door and carefully peeked her head out. Clear. Hanging in the small, windowless room were four bodies; three of which were women and looked to have been there a few days if not longer. She covered her mouth trying to stifle the gag reflex. Mackenzie crossed over to the 4th body, eyes trailing over his tall frame; she tilted her head to the side curiously trying to wrack her mind to why he looked so familiar. Suddenly it hit her like a freight train, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Dean?" Her breath caught in her throat and before she realized what she was doing she was in front of him. He was pale, clammy to the touch and so very dead looking. There was a large gash at his hairline with a blood trail stretching down his face, ending at his cheek. Her heart pounded in her chest as hands reached up to grasp his face, wiping at the dried blood with her thumb.
"Dean? Hey, open your eyes Dean. "Her voice came out louder and more panicked than she realized. She cupped his face with one hand, lightly smacking his cheek trying to get some reaction, any reaction at this point. Just something that showed her he was okay.
"Please open your eyes. " Mackenzie bit her lip, trying to stifle and smother down whatever emotions that were threatening to spill out. This was Dean Winchester after all.
She hadn't seen Dean in years not since they went on that ghost hunt down in Missouri about 2 years ago. Somehow they always ended up meeting in the most unexpected places. Like the first time they met when they were both teenagers and ended up roped into the same vampire case. Lucky for them it had turned out to be quite a large nest and the extra hands had saved both of their hides respectively.
Her hand traveled down to his shoulders now as she began shaking him. His head bobbed a few times before his eyes squeezed shut and opened, blinking a few times to focus.
"Dean? You with me?" She asked hesitantly, praying that she would be greeted by his bright green eyes.
Dean blinked again, trying to focus on the familiar face. "Kenzie?"
Mackenzie let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Relief rushing through her as she now focused on getting him out of here. Who knows when that monster would make itself known and she didn't want to be anywhere around when it did. " Yeah it's me. You had me worried there for a moment."
Dean shook his head, which he immediately regretted as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He blinked once more to clear his head trying to piece together what happened. He had been tracking a Djinn and left Sam back at the motel. The Djinn jumped him and….. That was it. "What the hell are you doing here?" His eyes fell on her busy hands, working on cutting through his ropes with her knife. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the fact that she was on tip toes trying to reach. She always had been a tiny thing.
"Looks like I'm saving your ass again. Just like Reno." She emphasized, mischief flashing in her eyes and a smirk playing across her scarlet lips at the memory. She waggled her brows at him, obviously teasing him for the predicament he once again found himself in.
"Yeah yeah, just like Reno." Dean flashed her an un-amused look, pulling himself free from the cut ropes and landing heavy on his feet wobbling a bit from hanging for so long. His hands, white from the poor circulation, burned as blood flowed back to his numb digits and he was silently for the steady arm snaking across his back offering much appreciated support; although he wouldn't ever admit it.
"Where's Sam?" She asked as she led him back to her car, it wasn't common that the two boys were separated, and when they were it wasn't usually a good sign.
"At the motel, I kinda snuck off." He hastily admitted through gritted teeth. He was sure to get an ear full from him for all of this.
"Damnit Dean, you never learn do ya?" Dean responded with a scoff of sorts as Mackenzie eased him into the impala. He weighed a lot more than she remembered, of course that had been under other circumstances and she found herself out of breath chest heaving with exertion. He didn't comment back and she was alright with that, she enjoyed the easy and comfortable silence. She fired up the engine, letting herself relish in Baby's purr before pulling them out onto the road and back to the motel.
He was going to be paying her back for a very long time if she had anything to say about it, but I guess that's what happens when you're always meeting in unexpected places.