still...-SAM'S POV-
I shot up and frantically looked around. I was in my room, lying in my bed. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and, with my heart still pounding, went into the living room. Dean was there, organizing his weapons. "Where's Mackenzie?!" I asked, worried. Dean gave me a look. "She just went into her room, after asking me about a million times to go on a hunt with us." My breath caught for a second. "You told her no, right? She can't come with us. She can't be turned!" I practically shouted at Dean. "Chill, dude. Of course I said no, she's 14. And what was that about being turned?" Dean asked, but I was halfway down the hall towards Kenzie's room. "Dude!" Dean yelled to me, but I ignored him. I rapped on Kenzie's door and then opened it, not caring if she resisted. When I opened the door, Kenzie was pacing her floor. "Dude, what? I could've been naked or something!" She exclaimed. I went over to her and paused. Then I grabbed her and scooped her up into a giant hug. "Sam, what the heck? What's your problem?" Kenzie protested, her voice muffled by my jacket. "I love you so much, Kenzie. And you're not coming on the hunt with us." I said, releasing her. "What?! Why not? What did Dean tell you?!" She whined. "It's too complicated to tell you right now. Just please, don't sneak into the car before we leave. Just don't." I said. Kenzie looked confused. "How...how'd you know I was going to do that?" I sighed. "That's not important. I'm just asking you. Please, please don't come with us." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Now get out of my room." I turned around and walked out of the room.