Chapter 8

Sunday

Mackenzie's POV

This was way too easy. I found him within minutes of sitting down at the bar. He had tried to charm his way into my 'pants' all the while I was throwing up in my mouth.

"It's getting crowded in here, how about we get some air?" He asked me, a dumb smirk plastered on his face.

"Show me the way." I replied, winking. He got up and grabbed my hand, leading me to a back door.

Okay, now my guard was up. I doubt the victims would have invited him into their homes after he led them into an alley. I looked around the room, trying to spot the brothers. But before I could I was yanked into the alley, turning back towards the door I found that two more men had closed it behind us.

The original one came towards me, an excited smile on his face.

"This is for my family." He whispered in my ear.

"Wha-" I began but was cut off when he backhanded me, sending me flying into the alley wall.

I bounced off the wall and landed on the ground with a thud. Before I could react the Rakshasa latched onto my throat and rammed me into the wall yet again. I could feel the bricks cracking underneath my weight from the blow. There was no doubt in my mind that I created a dent.

I tried to pry his hands away from my throat but he was too strong. I reached for my knife but the other two grabbed my arms and held them away from me. I grunted in pain when they twisted them the wrong way.

"Aw, did that hurt?" The middle one taunted. He nodded to the one on my left. Before I could process anything I heard a sickening crack, and felt my arm bend in a way arms should never bend. They snickered at my cry of pain. I could feel tears gathering in my eyes but I held them in, refusing to even think of crying.

Pain is just a message.

The middle one tightened his grip on my throat so I was no longer getting oxygen. I tried and failed to get a breath, but his grip was too tight. I couldn't focus on anything but my burning lungs and broken arm.

"This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be." The one on my right smiled, leaning in to take a bite out of my arm. I felt his teeth graze the skin just before a noise interrupted him.

"Three against one? That doesn't seem fair." I heard a voice call out. I instantly recognized it as Dean's.

The three monsters turned around to see who had spoken, distracting them for a moment. But a moment was all I needed. I ripped my good arm away and elbowed the one on my right in the face. He groaned in pain and staggered back.

I launched a kick at the middle one, making him knock to the ground. He released my throat and I fell to the floor, landing on my back. The final one jumped on top of me, lunging for my throat before Castiel grabbed his head. His eyes started to glow and before I knew it, he was a burnt corpse.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Sam and Dean team up on the one that almost bit me. Sam grabbed him from behind and held his arms back while Dean stabbed him in the chest. The brothers let him fall when they were sure he was dead.

I got to me feet and grabbed the original Rakshasa, holding my brass knife in my hand I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Say hi to your family for me."

With one final jerk, my knife was in his heart. I dropped the body and leaned back against the wall, cradling my broken arm. I breathed in air that I had lost from being held up. Some would say I was panting, they would probably be correct.

"You okay?" Sam asked, crouching down in front of me.

"I'm peachy. Thanks for the help." I said. Nodding at Sam then Dean, who was collecting the knives out of the dead Rakshasas.

"Anytime, I mean, who doesn't want to save a damsel in distress?" Dean asked smirking.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, taking my knife from his hands.

"Oh please, I would have found a way out of that all by myself. Probably." I joked. But I knew that if the boys hadn't stepped in, I was a goner.

"Cas, you wanna… ?" Sam asked, pointing toward my arm.

I looked up and saw that the angel had been looking at me worriedly. He walked over and touched my arm, and all of a sudden it wasn't on fire anymore. I let out a breath of relief and straightened it out, testing it.

"Thank you Castiel." I said, patting his arm. "Shall we go get something to eat? I don't know about you but I'm starving." I said, kicking one of the bodies lightly, just because.

"Yeah, we could probably stop somewhere quick." Sam said. I shook my head at the idea of fast food.

"Oh no, I'm talking about really eating. How about Applebee's? We passed one on the way here. My treat." I said waving my credit card in the air. The brothers nodded enthusiastically and started down the alley. "Castiel, you'll come right? You could order a steak, some fries maybe, and I could eat it. Come on." I said hooking my arm through his and leading him out of the alley before he could refuse.


"Okay spill, what's up." I asked once the waitress left with our orders.

We had gotten to Applebee's about ten minutes ago. It took forever to find seats since the place was so packed. The boys had been acting strange ever since the incident in the alley. They would always be looking around and wouldn't let me out of their sight.

Castiel looked up then back at me. "Um, the ceiling." He answered. I sighed and shook my head, patting his shoulder.

"What do you mean what's up?" Sam asked me. I gave him a look that said don't-play-dumb.

"You know what I mean. All of you have been acting weird since the alley. And I don't mean normal weird, I mean weird, weird." I clarified.

The all looked at each other but still didn't say anything. "Would you quit that! Stop sharing knowing looks and leaving me in the dust. What's going on?" I asked starting to get irritated.

"You're in danger." Castiel said, the brothers looked at him and grumbled something.

"Of course I'm in danger, I'm a hunter, what's new?" I asked.

"What Cas meant to say was, you're in even more danger than usual." Sam said. I raised an eyebrow and waited for them to continue.

"Basically you've got a whole bunch of monsters that are after you. They've heard that this is your last week and they want to, um, pay their respects." Dean explained.

"So they want revenge." I thought about this new information for a moment. "Okay, I can handle whatever they throw at me. I'll just be on guard more. You can't tell the girls though, okay? Please, they don't need to worry about me more than they already do." I said.

Before they could answer the waiter brought us our food. I had gotten a 9 oz. steak with a side of fries, Castiel ordered the same as me so I could eat his food. Sam and Dean ordered some sort of huge burger sandwich thing with fries and mozzarella sticks.

"Here's your order. Do you need a refill?" The water asked me.

"No thank you, I'm set." I answered, cutting my steak. After a moment of him just standing there he walked away without another word. "Why didn't he ask any of you if you need refills?" I asked, taking a bite of my steak.

"Isn't it obvious?" Sam asked, pausing mid-bite.

I paused, fries sticking out of my mouth, to look at the boys. "Should it be?" I asked through the fries.

"Are you sure you're a girl?" Dean asked, putting his sandwich down.

I swallowed my fries. "I'm pretty sure. I mean, I can go check if you want me to." I said in mock seriousness, pointing behind me towards the bathroom.

Sam laughed a little and Dean shook his head, but he was still smiling.

"Is there a chance your gender has changed within the past few days?" Castiel asked. He was so serious I couldn't help but laugh.

"Not unless I was hexed, Cas." I said between laughs and bites. "Which I could quite possibly be, I've killed several witches in the last few years." I added.

"How have you not died yet?" Dean asked. "I mean, we've died dozens of times. Hell, we've even been to Hell."

"Well, I don't have my own guardian angel like you boys do. So I haven't died yet, I think. But I have been many different monsters. I've been a Vampire, a Skin Walker, a Reaper, infected by a Siren, abducted by Fairies, an Arachnes, a meat suit for both a Demon and an Angel, and infected by a Djinn. If I have died before, I don't remember." I said, then took a sip of my water.

"You're like the both of us put together. How can you handle that? I can barely handle being myself." Sam said. I thought about that while finishing my fries.

"That's the thing, I can't handle it. But I have to for the girls. If I didn't have people that need me to lean on, I'd probably be in a fetal position in the corner doing nothing but crying and eating chocolate pie. It comes with the job of being a Hunter. All the shit that has been put on our plates over the years has been piling up and sooner or later, it's gonna be high enough to hit the fan."

"Wow, I think that's the best I've ever heard it put. Especially the one with the pie." Dean said. By then I had cleared my plate of food and began working on Castiel's.

"Yeah, I'm a freaking poet." I said waving my fork around.

"What are you planning on doing when we get back to Bobby's? You're not gonna let the girls go on a mission now, are you?" Sam asked.

I sighed, what am I supposed to do with those two knuckle-heads? "Well, I want to spend time with them. But I don't want to be around them in case a monster attacks. And I bet they want to spend some time with you two before they go back to Carol's."

I probably shouldn't have said that. Oops, they'll kill me if they found out I said that.

"You mean they like us?" Sam said. I looked between the two happy boys and nodded my head.

"Yes. But, if you ever tell them I told you I will gag you with a rusty spoon." I warned them. They both visibly gulped but continued eating.

"So how about you? Have you got a man in your life? Cause, I'm sure our waiter would like to have a chance." Dean said nodding behind me. I turned around and found that the waiter was watching me. When he caught my eye he winked. I quickly turned around and started eating again.

"What would be the point? I'll be in Hell in less than seven days from now, all I'd be doing is leading him on." I reasoned.

"Well at least you'd have some fun before you died." Dean said. Sam elbowed him and gave him a look.

"Did you forget that you were talking to a girl, or are you just that stupid?" Sam asked.

I laughed and finished Castiel's plate. "I'd bet on the latter." The waiter came as soon as I swallowed my last fry.

"Are you all set?" He asked, grabbing some plates.

"Yeah, I'll have the check now." I said, sipping on my water. He grabbed something out of his apron and handed it to me, the check. He walked towards the kitchen and with that, he was gone. I opened the bill and saw that there was a note scribbled at the bottom.

Call me ;) 765-1234 –Jensen

I held up the note to the boys. "Is this what you were talking about?" I asked. The brothers laughed and shook their heads at me.

"I think even Cas could have caught on to what we were talking about." Dean said, standing up. I put the cash in the bill and tipped the waiter. Sliding out of the booth I stood up myself, glaring at the brothers.

"I resent that. No offense Cas." I turned and started for the door, followed by Castiel, Sam and lastly Dean.

"None taken?" He said, sounding confused. I was almost out the door until a certain waiter started heading my way. I panicked and turned around to Castiel.

"Don't freak out." I said before I grabbed his head in my hands and pressed my lips against his. After a second he started to kiss back, but I didn't break off until I heard the waiter mutter an "Excuse me." and felt him brush past Cas and I.

I pulled back and rested my head against his chin, looking behind his shoulder to make sure the waiter was gone. I took a step back and looked at the confused angel and shocked brothers.

"I had to do something to let him off easy." I shrugged and continued out the door and to the car. But I was secretly hoping I would be able to do that again sometime soon.