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Kenz
"Hey kiddo, its time to get up." Sleep. I just want to sleep, but Dean is shaking me awake by the shoulder. I struggle to pry my eyes open but after what feels like a minutes I manage to open them. He's leaning over me waiting for me to gain enough energy to get out of bed and into the shower.
"What time is it?" my words came out all chopped up and missing bits of them but I knew Dean would understand what I was trying to say. He replied but I have no idea what the hell he said. My head was already back in Sleep Vill and I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, bring myself to wake up. The next thing I know Dean is pulling me up by the arms and I feel myself start to fall but he catches me. After what feels like two seconds I'm sitting alone in the bathroom, shower running and Dean closing the door behind him. I sit there for what feels like thirty seconds but i know it was really closer to about five minutes. I struggled to get my shirt over my head and had to sit down to pull off my pants because my balance was currently total crap.
The shower is nice and hot, boiling the dirt of the hunt off my skin, it stings but I don't care. I let it was over my face, stinging my eyes but it was a good sting and I welcomed it. As I stood there I became more and more awake, which means I became more and more aware of the burning ache in my side and the throbbing in my ribs. I look down, to find dried blood flaking off several angry looking cuts on my side and running down the drain. One in particular looks real nasty and angry. They weren't bad, they'd be healed by the end of the week or the beginning of the next. I wasn't too worried about them, but boy did they hurt like hell. The bruising was another thing though, I didn't want to admit it but I think that there was also a bruised a rib or two. Nothing I couldn't live with though.
I'm awake now. Awake and alert.
I quickly wash my hair and shave and when I move the shower curtain I notice a pile of cloths and my bathroom bag, waiting for me on the sink. I start putting my cloths on, but pulling my tee-shirt over my head brought tears to my eyes, but I didn't let any of them fall. I'm not one to cry over some scrapes and bruises and a booboo rib. I took a deep breath and finished getting dressed. I hadn't realized how long my hair had gotten. Unlike the boys my hair is dark brown and wavy, something I picked up from my moms side.
I start brushing my knotted tangled hair till I could run my brush through it without it catching on a knot. Once that was done I opened the door and throw my bathroom bag over my shoulder, I know my face looked pained at the pain shooting up my side and was immediately greeted by the too bright of a sun, the cool spring breeze. I close my eyes and I felt tired again.
Someone was pressing my sunglasses into my hand. I gladly took them and slipped them on before opening my eyes to find Sam holding out my sunscreen to me.
"Thanks." I said. One of these two idiots decided to open the curtains and let all the sunlight in the world in. Sam just smirked at me, and I knew what he was thinking. If I weren't related to you I might mistake you for a vampire.
I probably would too, to be honest. The boys were just about done packing up the car so I handed Sam my bag in exchange for the sunscreen. I went back to the bathroom to apply the sunscreen to my arms face and any other exposed skin I could find. When I was done I looked up into the mirror and couldn't help but smile. It was my first time running a hunt, and it was about time too. Sure I haven't slept in two days, and I'm all beaten up, but the excitement and thrill of running your first hunt was worth the fatigue, and anyways I could always sleep in the car.
At the moment sleeping in the car was sounding better and better. The boys were all but in the impala when I walked out. I slid right into my seat behind the drivers seat and was about half asleep, when Sam opened the door on the other side and placed a blanket over me. It took my all of three seconds to realize it was the blanket John gave me for my fifth birthday. Its not like a baby blanket, its actually an afghan. A very VERY worn in afghan, which made it comfortable as hell.
By the time Dean started the car I was already well on the way to sleep and if it weren't for the ache in my side I would have already been sleeping, but after a few minutes I forgot all about my side and fell asleep.
I'm dreaming, I tell myself.
I know I'm dreaming because I'm at the beach with Adam and mom.
I'm seven my brother is my hero and my mom is my best friend.
It's mom's birthday, she's smiling.
Adam is scooping me up in his arms and is smiling up at me.
I start screaming.
Someone is torching my side.
Adam's not doing anything, he's just standing there giving me a weird look.
I want to scream for him to help me but for the first time ever I don't think he would have helped me, his little sister.
I'm screaming and he's just looking at me.
Someones shaking me.
Not the me in the dream but the real me... the sleeping me.
"Open your eyes Kenzie!" Adam mouth is moving but it's not Adam's voice.
It's Sam's
"Damn it Kenz!" and that's Deans, why are they trying to pull me from this dream?
"Come on kiddo." Sam's still shaking me.
I open my eyes. We were pulled over on the side of the road and Sam had me half way out of the car sitting in his lap and Dean was kneeling down in front of me. It took me a second to realize I was breathing really heavy and I was covered in sweat. All of that gets canceled out when the burning in my side comes back reminding me that I forgot to get into the first aid kit to sanitize it, but I had washed it in the shower so I really wasn't that worried about it.
I slide out of Sam's grasp and lay back down in the back seat covering myself with my afghan and gong back to sleep before either of the boys could say anything.
It's not the first time I had a dream that caused me to scream, in fact the first night I was with the boys I had one. It scared the hell out of them, but after I told them they're just dreams where I lose Adam and mom they leave it alone. Most of the time I scream from the pain of losing them. I've never screamed from real physical pain before, but it didn't worry me too much. There's a first and last time for everything, let's just hope in this case its both.

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