Chapter 4

Saturday… Continued

Third Person

The three boys gathered in the red head's room.

"Isn't she a girl? I have never met a girl who's room isn't covered with posters. All I see are weapons and monster books." Dean said, grabbing a book off the shelf. "Dude, it's a book on Djinns." He said holding it up to show a picture of a girl with tattoo like designs on her skin. "It all looks hand drawn. Did she write all of these herself?"

He flipped through it while Sam picked up another. "This one's about Wraiths. If she's faced all these monsters I don't know how she's still alive." Sam muttered.

"Is it customary to go through her belongings?" Castiel asked, walking towards her dresser. The brothers looked at each other before putting the books back where they found them.

"Cas, put her underwear down." Dean said. The angel looked away from the garment to find Sam shaking his head. Dean walked over and grabbed it out of the angel's hands, only to shove it in the drawer and slam it shut.

"Okay, down to business. What did you find Cas?" Sam asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Right. I think Crowley will be coming out of hiding to retrieve a soul that was promised to him a year ago. I believe this will be the best chance we have to find him." Castiel told them.

"Great, who is he looking for?" Dean asked looking at Cas expectantly. However, the angel only sighed.

"I don't know. All I know is it's a female who sold her soul in return for her friends' life. I'm not sure, exactly, how much time she has, but I know it's almost up."

"That's just great Cas. So we have a way to find Crowley, but no way to find the girl he's after?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.

"Essentially, yes that's correct." Castiel answered.

"Wait, why did she only get one year? Why doesn't she get ten?" Sam asked.

"Apparently she had been on Crowley's hit list. Just below you boys. She's caused him about as much trouble as both of you and he was so eager to get her soul that he only gave her a year." He explained.

"Wow, a single girl that causes Crowley as much trouble as us. Can't wait to meet her." Dean said smirking.

"If we even get to her in time." Sam reminded him.

"Maybe this 'Red' girl would be of assistance." Castiel wondered out loud.

"No, no, no. This is our fight, not hers. We won't drag her into this. We'll just let her help us with a normal case tomorrow at Bobby's. That's it." Dean said.

"Guys! Dinner's ready." Maria called from at the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming!" Sam shouted back.

"Cas, check in on us again tomorrow if you find anything else out." Dean said before Castiel nodded and disappeared.

"Hurry! Kenzie's gonna eat it all." Olivia called up. In the distance the boys could hear Caroline shouting at Mackenzie to stop shoving food in her mouth.

The brothers looked at each other before dashing out of the room and racing down the stairs to get to their dinner.

Mackenzie's POV

After dinner was over I went up to my room to grab some PJ's. Sam and Dean were still downstairs so I figured they would be down there for a while. The girls are basically drooling over them. To make it even funnier, I think the boys like them as well.

Too bad I won't ever have a man in my life. Oh well, it comes with the job I guess.

I grabbed my shorts and T-shirt out of my pajama drawer. Hearing laughter from downstairs I decided I had time to take a shower.

I walked into my bathroom and shut the door behind me. Turning on the water I made sure it was as hot as it could get, without melting my skin off of course. Stripping down I stepped in the closed the shower curtain behind me. It usually took about five minutes for me to shower if I'm in a hurry. But the daily stress had gotten to me today, so I took my time.

After I finished washing my body and hair, I stood under the hot water and just, thought.

I thought about how getting shot was a regular thing for me. Thought about how my time is dwindling ever day. Thought about the fact that when I'm gone, the girls will be left to defend themselves.

Then of course I broke out into song, 'cause I can't make it through a shower without singing something. So I sang the song that represents my messed up life. Oh Death, by Jen Titus.

Oh, Death. Oh, Death. Oh, Death

Won't you spare me over another year?

Well, what is this I can't see With ice cold hands taking hold of me?

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold Who will have mercy on your soul?

Oh, Death. Oh, Death. Oh, Death. Oh, Death

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh, Death

Well I am Death, none can excel I'll open the doors to Heaven or Hell

Oh, Death. Oh, Death

My name is Death and the end is here...

Wrapping a towel around me I stepped out of the shower. I don't know about you, but that song describes my life almost to a tee. After I finished drying off I slipped on my shorts and threw on my oversized T-shirt. I never bother with my hair, I usually just brush it to one side with my fingers and let it dry to its natural wavy self. The thing about red hair is, when it's wet it can either be darker or brighter. Mine turns brighter.

I shook out my hair one more time before opening the door and stepping into my room. I didn't expect to find a figure on my bed. A normal girl would have screamed or jumped, but I got in a defensive position. I heard a deep chuckle and realized it was only Dean.

I relaxed and put my hand to my heart, breathing out in relief.

"I didn't realize you were in here. Sorry if I disturbed you." I said throwing my dirty clothes and towel into my hamper.

"Not a problem, you wouldn't mind if I took a shower would you?" He asked sitting up.

"No go right ahead. Just throw the towels in my hamper. Oh, and if you have any dirty laundry I'll wash them. Is Sam still awake?"

"Yeah I think he's doing some research in his room. I'll put my dirty clothes outside the door when I'm out of the shower, if that's okay." Dean said, walking to the bathroom and flicking the light back on.

"Okay that's fine, I'm gonna go tell Sam the same things then check on the girls and go to bed. Oh, do you want me to wake you up at a certain time? And what do you want for breakfast?"

"No, we'll get up whenever. And you don't need to make us anything." He answered.

"Alright, I'll let you sleep in. If you're thirsty there's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'll start making bacon pancakes at eleven tomorrow morning." I confirmed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you just say bacon, pancakes?" He asked excitedly.

I smiled and nodded my head. He did fist pump in the air before closing the bathroom door. Once I heard the shower running I walked out of my room and knocked on Sam's door.

"Sam? Can I come in?" I whispered.

The door opened to reveal Sam in just his sweatpants. Olivia would have exploded. I thought.

"What's up?" He asked.

"A few things, There is beer in the fridge if you're thirsty, help yourself. Breakfast is at eleven, I'm making bacon pancakes. If you need to take a shower, go right ahead. And if you have any dirty clothes I'll take and wash them." I said, hoping I didn't miss anything.

"Oh, uh, here's my laundry. I already took a shower. Thanks, don't be surprised if Dean or myself get some beer in the middle of the night. And did you say bacon pancakes?" He asked with almost the same excitement as his brother. I took the clothes in one hand and nodded again with a smile.

"I did indeed. I think that's it. Good night! Don't let the monsters bite." I said and ignored him as he rolled his eyes at me. I set the clothes down near the top of the steps and walked into Olivia and Maria's room.

"Hey girls, bacon pancakes at eleven." I said walking in to find them huddled on one of their beds. Probably discussing the guys. I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the bed next to them.

"Rest your breasts for a second, if you will." I started.

"Is that your way of telling us to calm our tits?" Maria asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, but that's not very mature now is it?" I asked.

"Well my breasts cannot be tamed, thank you very much." Olivia stated. We laughed at our own stupidity.

"Alright, alright. We are going to go with the boys tomorrow to their friend Bobby's house. I'm gonna see if I can help them with a case, you guys will stay there. And hopefully stay safe. Okay?" I explained.

"We know how to protect ourselves." Maria reminded me.

"I know, but I don't want you to have to. At least not while I'm still here. Just stay with Bobby, please?" I pleaded. They sighed and nodded.

"Just for you, my ginger." Olivia said with a smile on her face.

I grinned and wrapped my arms around them. "You guys are the best, you know that right?" I whispered. I felt them nod into my shoulders.

I stood up and walked to the closed door. "Go to bed, and don't stay up and talk about the boys all night." I warned. They smiled meekly. Rolling my eyes I said my good nights and walked into the hall. I saw that Dean had put his laundry outside my door. I grabbed that in my right hand and picked up Sam's in my left. Trudging down the stairs I saw Carol turning off the TV.

"Hey, you can sleep in tomorrow, I'll make breakfast. The girls and I are going to Bobby's house tomorrow, he's a friend of Sam and Dean's. I'll have Olivia call you when we get there." I explained as she walked towards me.

"Alright dear, stay safe okay?" I nodded and bent down so she could kiss the top of my head like she always did.

"Goodnight blonde." I called to her retreated figure.

"Night ginger." She called back before heading up the stairs.

I smiled and went to the laundry room, throwing them in the washer I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Looking at the clock I found that it was only about 10:30 at night. Groaning I walked back into the living room and plopped on the couch. Within seconds I was fast asleep.