Chapter 9
Sunday Night
I stepped in the Impala only to find that Castiel was already there. I rolled my eyes at him and sat down next to him. The boys got in the front and soon we were off to Bobby's house. I yawed and rested my head on Castiel's shoulder.
"Why don't you go ahead and sleep, we've got an hour before we get home." Sam said, looking at me from the front seat. I smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, getting the crap kicked out of you by monsters is pretty tiring." I admitted, feeling my eyelids become heavy. "Cas, if you teleport anywhere while I'm using you as a pillow I will murder you." I warned him half-heartedly, looking up to meet his eyes.
"I won't." He promised. Then, get this, he put his arm around me. I cuddled up closer to him and as soon as I closed my eyes I was asleep.
Third Person
As soon as the red head was asleep the angel turned to the brothers. "We need to save her from Crowley."
"How? When Dean went to Hell I spent six months trying to get him out. I couldn't find a damn thing." Sam said.
"Why do you care so much anyways?" Dean wondered.
"I don't know. I just, feel the need to, protect her." Castiel said, looking down at the sleeping girl. Seeing her frown as a nightmare played out in her head.
"When did this happen?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. The angel thought for a moment.
"When she thought I was Jesus Christ." He said. Dean furrowed his brow.
"You mean when you first met her?" Dean clarified. When the angel nodded the brothers looked at each other. "Do you wanna tell him, or should I?" Dean asked.
"I'll let you take this one." Sam answered. Dean gave him an irritated look before looking at Castiel through the rearview mirror.
"Cas, it's time we had the talk." Dean said.
"We're talking right now." Castiel pointed out. Dean sighed and looked to his brother for help.
"I know, but it's a different kind of talk. It's a talk about your feelings for Mackenzie. It sounds to me like you like her. Maybe even love." Sam said.
"I don't understand. Do you mean like how Dean feels about pie?" Castiel asked.
"Something like that." Sam said, smirking at Dean. "Maybe you should tell her how you feel before Crowley gets her."
"But how does one, express, this feeling?" Castiel wondered.
"Aww, our little angel has his first crush. That's adorable." Dean smiled at the angel.
"I'm supposed to crush her?" Castiel asked, his eyes widening a little.
"No, no, no. Dean you're confusing him!" Sam turned towards his older brother.
"It's not my fault! How am I supposed to know what he'll take literally?" Dean shot back.
"Dean, he takes everything literally!" Sam accused.
"I don't like confrontation." Castiel said then vanished. Causing the sleeping red head to fall face first into the seat.
"Ah! What the hell?" She yelled angrily. She sat back up and rubbed her forehead, looking at the brothers.
"Where did Castiel go? I swear to God I'm gonna kill him." Mackenzie muttered.
"Sorry, Dean and I were fighting and we forgot that Cas doesn't like confrontation." Sam said apologetically.
"Let me get this straight, he left so he didn't have to hear you fighting?" She confirmed.
"Basically, yeah." Dean said, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
She smiled and shook her head. "He's such a child." She said, but the boys heard her whisper under her breath. "That's adorable."
"What was that last part?" Dean asked. The red head looked up at him.
"What last part? I didn't say anything else: that you can prove at least." She defended.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Sam said. She rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
"Nothing helps me sleep at night." She said, barely audible, looking out the window. She turned back to the boys and crossed her arms. "Are we there yet?" She whined.
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, and Cas is the child."
She pointed her finger at him. "Hey, I was just rudely woken up from a somewhat decent nap, I'm allowed to be child-ish."
"We're almost there, ten more minutes." Sam reassured.
"That's ten more minutes I could have been napping." She grumbled, looking out the window.
"Well you can kill Cas when he comes back, until then you're stuck with us." Dean said.
The car was silent for a couple of minutes before Mackenzie sighed and leaned against the back of the front seat.
"Can I, ask you a question?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, what's up?" Sam asked turning to face her.
She thought for a moment then shook her head, frowning. "Never mind." She said and leaned back.
"You can ask us anything, we'll most likely have an answer." Dean said.
"Oh I know you have the answer, I'm just not sure if I want to know it." She said, staring out the window, deep in thought.
The brothers looked at each other, knowing what she was going to ask.
"No, you probably don't." Sam said, looking out the window.
"That's what I was afraid of." She whispered, barely audible.
Mackenzie's POV
"Maria, Olivia?" I whispered, walking into the room Bobby was letting them sleep in.
"You're home! We were getting worried." Maria said, jumping up and running over to me, followed by Olivia.
"Excuse me, that's my job." I smiled.
"If that's your job then you're a workaholic." Olivia said.
"Su me." I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bed. "So what'd you guys do all day?" I asked.
"We watched some movies, memorized some more monsters. The usual." Maria said.
"Plus we went to the grocery store to buy food. That man does not know the difference between fresh and rotten." Olivia stated.
I scoffed. "And you do?"
"Hey, at least I don't treat three week old left overs like they were just taken out of the oven." She defended. I laughed and sat down.
"When are we going to work a case with you guys?" Maria asked, always the impatient one.
I sighed and thought about it. "Maybe tomorrow, hell I might even let you help us with all of them. But you have to promise me you'll stay near Sam and Dean and not me." I said.
"Why can't we be near you?" Olivia asked.
"Cause I said so. Do you promise?" I made sure. After they nodded I sighed.
"Well, I'm gonna go to bed, it was a long day. Where am I sleeping?" I asked, standing up and yawning.
"There's only room on the bed for two, and since Olivia and I are the smallest we figured we would share." Maria said. I nodded and grabbed an extra pillow and blanket.
"Alright, I'll ask Bobby where I can sleep, cause that floor don't look too inviting. Night, don't let the monsters bite." I said before walking out of the room and back downstairs.
The boys were gathered in the living room, drinking and talking, I think I heard one of them laugh. I didn't want to ruin their conversation, I don't think they'll be getting time to talk with three new people in the house. So I set the blanket and pillow down by the door and walked out onto the porch.
It was late, about eleven at night maybe. The stars were out and shining with a couple of puffy clouds floating by. The moon was a waxing crescent, but was bright enough to allow me to see everything.
Sitting down on the steps I looked up, trying to spot some constellations. I was never good at pointing them out though, I only knew how to tell which direction is where. I heard the door open behind me, but I didn't turn around to see who it was.
"There you are, we were starting to wonder." Dean said, walking over to sit by me.
"Sorry, you guys seemed like you were having a moment back there. I didn't want to intrude." I snuck a glance at him to see that he was looking at the sky.
"It might have been better if you had." He sighed.
"You can't just keep putting off heart to heart conversations, no matter how much you want to." I warned him.
"Oh yeah? And why is that." He challenged.
"Because you're a hunter, and every time you leave the house you risk never going back. Look, I ain't good at the conversations either, but I know how you feel. You're the overprotective brother who worries about everyone but who you should be worried about."
"And how do you know who I should and shouldn't be worried about?" He asked. I looked back up at him to find him watching me.
"Because I'm the overprotective older friend who's going to hell in six days, but is still only worried about what's going to happen to my friends once I'm gone. I think I would know how exactly you're feeling." I reminded him.
He looked down in thought. I sighed and looked back at the stars.
"I'm sorry, it's just, hard." I muttered.
"Hey I get it, I've been where you are, I know how you feel." Dean said.
"You have to promise me that you'll let your brother in. He's probably more worried about you than he'll let on. All he wants is for you to be able to trust him with your worries. Same with Bobby, you're in a dark place. Fight your way out." I stood up and leaned against the railing.
"And if you want the other person's point of view, Maria probably knows exactly how you feel. I'm sure she'd love to help you." I winked and patted his shoulder, I knew I had said the right things by the smile on his face.
"Hey Bobby, where do you want me to set up camp?" I asked him, holding up the pillow and blanket that I grabbed.
"Well, let me think. The girls are taking the guestroom. The boys have their own room across the hall, but I think they have a couch that isn't overrun with dust. Why don't you ask them if you can room with 'em." Bobby said, packing up some papers.
"Thanks Bobby, is that another case?" I asked, pointing to the papers.
"Yeah, I think we found a Vamp's nest a little ways away. You think the girls would be interested in helping out with this one?" He asked.
I sighed and thought for a moment. "Um, yeah they would love to help. But, are they ready?"
"You've been training them, right?" After my a nod he continued. "Well, from what I heard about how you handled the Rakshasas, I think they would be just fine." He shrugged and got up.
"Alright, I'll tell them in the morning. Thanks Bobby." He smiled and I went upstairs, knocking on the boys' door.
"Yo! I believe I have a date with your couch." I called. I heard a chuckle on the other side of the door and waited.
"I though you said you didn't have a man in your life." Sam said, opening the door.
I shrugged. "I never deviated the gender of the couch."
"Kinky." I heard another voice say. I stepped in the room to find that Dean was sitting on his bed. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall.
"Oh yeah, very. Do you guys mind if I stay in here? The girls took the only other bed and I'm allergic to about 86% of the couch downstairs."
"Yeah, you sure you wouldn't want a bed instead? This is the second night in a row you've slept on a couch, and this time you're the guest." Sam said, closing the door.
"Please, I've spent more time in my car than in an actual house. I think I can handle the couch." I set the blanket and pillow down on the couch and took my hair out of the pony tail, shaking it out with my hands.
"I didn't ask you if you could sleep on the couch, I asked if you wanted to sleep on the couch." Sam clarified. Dean made some sort of burn noise, so I threw my pillow at him. It hit him in the face and bounced off. He held it close to him and pointed at me.
"I'm keeping it." He warned. Great, now I have no pillow. I glared at his smirk and sat on the couch.
"Sam, I'm fine on the couch. Just go to bed, oh, and do me a favor. Punch your brother for me." Shrugging off my leather jacket I set it down next to the couch, then pulled the blanket around me, using my hands as my pillow.
Just as I closed my eyes I felt something hit my face. I blew the hair out of my eyes and looked at Dean. "Watch it." I warned with a smile and grabbed the pillow, putting it under my head I drifted to sleep.
