An un-manicured hand slid over the cold metal of a gun. The woman it belonged to pushed her long blonde hair back over her right shoulder and let the waves cascade over her bare arm. She reached down and rubbed a sore spot on her butt from sitting down on a nail that hadn't been hammered into the porch well enough. She winced when her finger touched the spot and she silently cursed the home's owner.

Her fingers caressed the gun's metal, smearing the blood that still remained there. It was the same blood that still caked her skin and the rough tips of her hair. Another successful hunt. One of many, in fact. But it was beginning to get old. The constant long car trips. The never ending lack of sleep. The inexhaustible amount of bloodshed.

Yes, it was beginning to get old. And for the first time…it was beginning to get to her.

"Kenna."

She lifted her head and followed the familiar, deep voice. Her eyes met his mud and blood soaked boots first and continued up onto his dirty jeans, sweaty t-shirt, and finally his strong, green eyes. They were eyes that she could lose herself in. Eyes she felt safe looking into and wanted to continue to look into them forever, until they were cloudy and surrounded with wrinkles.

"Hey," Kenna whispered and tried to smile.

Dean moved forward and knelt down next to Kenna. He tapped her leg with his knuckle and jerked his chin at her. "Scoot," he grunted.

Kenna moved over and allowed him to sit next to her on the steps of Bobby's front porch. Without a single word of asking permission, Dean took the gun from Kenna's hands and placed it on the other side of him, away from her.

"I could practically hear you thinking all the way inside, babe," he said. Kenna chuckled nervously and refused to look at him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, softly.

Kenna wanted shake her head and say "nothing," but Dean would know better. He always did.

"Don't you ever get tired of all this?" she questioned, softly. "Don't you ever get sick of the long car rides, the rituals, and the amount of money we spend on detergent to wash all the blood out of our clothes?"

"I'd probably like that money to be used for extra beer, maybe, yeah," he answered quickly. The corner of Dean's lips curled and a soft chuckle that quickly died rose up from his chest. Kenna was serious. And Dean had been suspecting her insecurity for weeks now. She had yet to say anything, and he knew better than to ask questions first. He had to wait until she chose to come to him and say her piece.

"I'm tired, Dean," Kenna whispered. "I'm just…I'm tired."

Her shoulders slumped and her head drooped forward. She looked like a woman defeated. Dean had never seen Kenna like this before. And it scared him to death.

"It just never ends, Dean," Kenna continued. "I mean, hell, we've talked about it for months. All we want to do is run in and out of the courthouse for a five minute wedding and we haven't even had time for that."

She glanced down at the small but still impressive ring on her left hand.

Dean had given it to her almost two months ago and it was probably the most romantic moment she'd ever experienced in her entire life.

At the time they had been hauling ass to the Impala, a nest of vampires hot on their trail. They both still had blood and brain matter caked across their skin as sweat dripped down into their eyes. Dean swung a gun wielding arm back behind him and shot off a few more rounds. He placed his free hand on Kenna's back and pushed her onward, ahead of him.

"Go, go, go!" he screamed and Kenna squealed as she nearly lost her footing on the rain slicked ground. The Impala was only another few thousand feet ahead. They were almost there.

They were almost there.

Something that felt like a claw grasped Kenna's ankle and tugged. Her head smacked against the hard ground and knocked the air out of her lungs before she even had time to think. The pain didn't even register. It was fight or die time and Kenna was not ready to die.

"Dean!" Kenna screamed and clawed the ground in a desperate effort to pull free of the vampire's grasp. Dean turned back, took aim at the vampire's head and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

He was out of bullets. The vampire pulled at Kenna's ankle with one hand and took hold of her calf with the other. It flipped her over onto her back and threaded its white fingers through her belt loops, pulling her even closer.

"Dean!"

Everything went fuzzy. Dean could hear nothing, see nothing except Kenna. Everything slowed down as the vampire's lips pressed against Kenna's belly and began to lick its way up her chest. Any second it was going to either bite her neck or snap it. And honestly Dean couldn't decide which would be worse.

He shook his head free of the fuzziness, lifted his shotgun above his head and brought the butt of it down into the vampire's skull. It immediately released its hold on Kenna and Dean helped her to her feet. The two took off running, but not before Dean smashed the thing's skull in a few more times, just to be safe.

The couple made it to the Impala, climbed inside and took off, leaving the rest of the vampires far behind them.

Kenna rubbed the sore spot on her head and winced. She turned her head and looked back for a moment.

"That was close," she wheezed.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Too close."

He slammed his foot on the brake and pulled off onto the side of the road. He threw open the door and climbed out, walked a few feet into the empty field beside the road and fell to his knees. Overhead, thunder rumbled and a few heavy drops of rain fell to the ground.

"Dean!" Kenna called as she rolled down the window. "What are you doing? It's starting to rain!"

Dean said nothing. Instead his hands went up into his wet, sweaty hair and combed through it. Then his head lolled back, looked to the stormy sky, arms outstretched.

"Come here," he groaned so softly Kenna almost couldn't hear him over the rolling thunder. She shook her head, wanted to say no, but got out of the car anyway. Dean grabbed her hand and tugged her down in front of him as soon as she was in reaching distance. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her to him.

"I love you," he whispered as the rain began to pour. Kenna smiled against his chest.

"I love you," he said again. "You know that?"

Kenna nodded. "Of course I know that."

Dean pulled back, reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Before she had a chance to sneak a peek, he placed it in her hand and closed her fist around it.

"Put that on," he demanded, but quickly changed his tone. "Please."

"What is it?" Kenna asked as she opened her palm with a gasp. Inside her fist was a small, but lovely engagement ring. It was a simple three stone ring, each diamond symbolizing past, present, and future. Each of which Dean wanted to give to Kenna.

"How long have you had this?" Kenna asked. Tears filled her eyes and for once she didn't try to stop them.

"What difference does it make?" Dean countered. "It doesn't matter how long I've had it. I'm just asking you to promise to wear it forever."

A tear slid down Kenna's cheek and Dean reached up to catch it with his thumb. "Marry me, Kenna," he whispered. "Please."

Kenna didn't say a word. She simply nodded, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

Neither one could say how long they had stayed in that field that night. Neither one cared. But both of them would remember that night for the rest of their lives.

That was almost two months ago. And they still weren't married yet.

And now they were sitting on Bobby's porch, gun in hand, blood from another hunt staining their skin, and still nothing had changed.

"I'm tired, Dean," Kenna said again. "I can understand why Sam left."

Dean nodded. It had taken him years, but finally he could understand that too. In fact, now he couldn't understand why Sam was coming back again.

"I want to go home," Kenna whimpered.

"Me too," Dean answered.

But neither one of them knew where home was anymore.

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