Learn to Salsa dance.

Witness a solar eclipse.

Climb Mt. Everest.

Write a script for a TV show.

Run a marathon.

Learn sign language.

Start a band.

Learn to yodel.

Go skydiving.

Drive a racecar.

Visit the Great Barrier Reef.

Go to Stonehenge.

Learn how to knit…

McKenna smiled as she stared down at the old faded piece of paper in her hand. Her Bucket List. She had written it when she was fifteen, shortly after she'd first escaped from The Compound. She had carried it with her all the time, whether it was in her duffel bag, glove compartment, or even in the back pocket of her jeans.

She'd pulled it from her coat pocket as she climbed out her bedroom window to sit on the roof. Kenna thought of when she was a teenager and how every night, she used to wait until Bobby was in bed, and would quietly sneak out of her window and go out onto the roof. She could remember lying on her back and staring up at the stars.

It was a beautiful view.

Some of the items on the list were doable, but many of them were completely out of the question, whether she was sick or not.

She'd never climb Mt. Everest or visit the Great Barrier Reef simply because of finances. The yodeling thing would just be annoying. And she'd never learn how to knit or do sign language because she just didn't have the patience.

Visiting Stonehenge and going skydiving was completely out of the question, too.

Good Lord, do I hate flying…

Kenna took a good hard look at the list and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

McKenna turned and looked over her shoulder as Sam shoved his wide shoulders through the open window. It took a few minutes and some major wriggling around, but he finally poked through and joined her on the roof.

"Wow, I didn't even know you could do this," Sam said as he settled himself next to her. "Were you out here to see the sunrise this morning?"

Kenna scoffed. "Yeah, right. Me, getting up that early? I don't think so, Sam."

"Well, what are you doing out here?" He jerked his chin at the crinkled, yellowed paper in her hand. "What's that?"

"My bucket list," she smiled, shyly. "I wrote it a long time ago."

She carefully handed it over to him and watched as he read it. His eyes scanned over the whole thing, reading each and every word. Sometimes he'd stop and smile and more than once he'd point to something and say that he'd always wanted to do that, too. At one point he laughed out loud.

"Find bigfoot?"

McKenna shrugged.

"Kenna, you're a hunter," Sam chuckled. "You know bigfoot's fake."

"I don't know that," Kenna argued, smiling. "Call it an unknown animal, the missing link, or some hairy hippie dude wandering around, out in the middle of woods, Sam, call it whatever you want…all I know is there's something out there."

Sam smiled.

"And at one point in my life, I wanted to find that mother," she concluded.

"Well, what would you do with it?" Sam asked. "Kill it?"

Kenna reached up and slapped his arm. "No! That's horrible. What if it's an endangered species or something?"

Sam held up his arms in mock defense and tried to offer an apology.

"I'd just take pictures or video tape it," she continued. "And then I'd keep the evidence to myself. I wouldn't want a bunch of scientists getting a hold of everything just so they can go kill and dissect the hairy thing."

Sam looked up at her and grinned. "You're really somethin', you know that?" he said softly.

"It's been said." She smiled and nudged his shoulder with hers.

"So, Dean was in a pretty good mood this morning," he said, suddenly. "He was singing in the shower."

Kenna blushed and for a moment she was almost tempted to ask what song, but decided to leave some things to the imagination.

"I'm guessing you had something to do with that?" Sam asked. He nudged her with his elbow and winked.

"Sam Winchester!" Kenna squealed and smacked his arm again, but couldn't even begin to hide her smile.

"I'm just kidding," he said, taking his hand in hers. "I'm glad you're happy. You both really deserve it."

"Thank you, Sammy," McKenna whispered, leaned over, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Sam returned the kind token with one of his own and then carefully placed the fading list back in her hand.

"So...what are you going to do with that thing?" he asked.

Kenna took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "Honestly? I don't know, Sam," she shrugged. "I'm trying to keep a positive outlook on things. I mean given what we work with, and all we've seen…it's possible that I could still get a miracle."

Sam looked up at her and smiled, knowing she was right.

"But I'm also needing to be realistic and follow my instincts," she added.

"And what do your instincts tell you?" Sam asked.

Kenna closed her eyes for a moment, opened them, and turned her face away from him. She looked out over Bobby's property, saw the Impala and Shelby parked below. She watched a pair of white, fluffy clouds roll across the sky, saw the sun shining, the birds chirping.

She took in the lovely view of the woods, and the lack of billowing smoke. According to the local news this morning, the fires at the Compound had finally been confined around four am. Supposedly, the fire department had found physical evidence of arson, but it had all disappeared after a "strange man with dark hair, blue eyes, and wearing a tan trench coat" was seen walking away from the smoky scene.

"My instincts tell me that nothing on that list is ever going to get done," Kenna finally whispered.

Sam squeezed her hand and smiled sadly. "Well," he whispered. "Maybe you should make a new one."

McKenna instantly looked up at Sam and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Thank you, Sam," she whispered. "I think that's a great idea."

~~~~~*****~~~~~

McKenna spent at least an hour alone, on the roof, working on writing up a new list. She didn't even accept when Dean shouted up an offer to help him work on the Impala.

"What are you doin' up there?" he called from the driveway.

"Nothing," Kenna answered.

"Yes, you are," he argued. "You're writing something."

"Why, that's very astute of you, Dean," Kenna said, teasing him. "I'm proud of you."

"Come on down here," he called. "Please?"

Kenna leaned forward and gazed down, past the edge of the roof to look at him. "I don't feel like getting all greasy, Dean."

"Oh, come on," he pouted. "I bet you look good all covered with engine grease…"

McKenna smiled and her cheeks turned pink as she sat back and began to fold her new list into a paper airplane. She firmly pressed the last wing into place and gently tossed it to Dean. The plane slowly drifted toward the Impala and got caught on the collar of Dean's t-shirt. He reached back, over his shoulder and took hold of the paper.

"Is this a note?" he called up to the roof.

"Open it," Kenna said simply and proceeded to climb back into her room.

Dean did as he was told, unfolded the plane, and began to read:

Go camping.

Read the whole Bible, Genesis to Revelations.

Fly a kite.

Go to Roswell.

Dean lifted his gaze as McKenna made her way down the front steps. "Roswell?"

"Keep reading," she said, and smiled.

Overcome my fear of clowns.

Get drunk…just once.

Make out in the back of the Shelby.

Dean pointed to the piece of paper, looked up at Kenna, and grinned. "Oh, I like this one, babe."

She stepped closer and placed a tiny peck on his lips. "We'll talk about it later. There's one more left."

Go hunting one last time.

"Kenna…" Dean said, a subtle warning in his tone.

"I'll be careful," she promised and hesitantly reached up to allow her fingers to play with the front of his shirt. Dean smiled at Kenna's insecurity towards him. He understood it, respected it, but also found it incredibly endearing.

"It could be dangerous," he argued, gently, and reached down to cover her hands with his. "And you could get hurt."

"It's a hunt, Dean," Kenna persisted. "They're always dangerous and there was always a chance that I could've gotten hurt."

"Yeah, I know. But now…you're…"

"How many times do I have to remind you that I'm not dead yet, Dean," she reminded him. "So stop trying to kill me."

"I'm sorry," he whispered and gently ran his fingers through her hair. He looked into her eyes, pulled her closer, and kissed her. Kenna instantly went under in a maelstrom of sensation and couldn't have stopped it if she tried. She'd never allowed herself to believe that she could enjoy this, least of all with Dean. His lips tenderly bit at hers and he ran his palm down the center of her spine, methodically gathering her hips against his.

Kenna gasped and pulled back.

"Sorry," Dean said again, realizing he'd gone a little too fast. "I guess it'll take a little more time before we start climbing into the back of the Shelby, huh?"

McKenna chuckled softly and nodded. "And don't try to distract me," she scolded, gently. "I am going on one more hunt, Dean. And that's final."

With that, Kenna released her hold on him and walked back into the house.

Dean smiled.

He hated to see her go, but loved to watch her leave.

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