Disclaimer- Sadly I do NOT own these beautiful beautiful boys! Or its show. :(
This is not a characters point of view.
Two Days Earlier
Kenz came bouncing into the motel room, holding a stack of papers.
Sam and Dean were eating their lunch and sipping on beers, at the table in the kitchenette. The were sitting on opposite sides facing each other when she came in. She set the papers down on the table and grabbed the chair in front of her ricking on her heels, smile bright on her face.
"Let me guess," Dean said, setting his beer down and leaning back in his chair. "you found a hunt." The smile on Kenz's face, if possible, got bigger.
"I found a hunt!" she finally managed to squeal out.
"She found a hunt!" Sam declared, setting his beer down too, and resting his elbows on his knees leaning forward to study his older brother.
Both Sam and Kenz where waiting for Dean to approve of Kenz running her first hunt.
Kenz has always been the third wheel, only there for when they absolutely need her, which is actually quite often. Its almost every hunt that they need help.
In the past four months she has put more souls to rest, then either of the boys. They were too busy getting attacked by vengeful spirits to burn the bones, so she's been doing the burning the past few months.
She knew she was ready for this, she had been training for twelve years, she just needed Dean to say, yes.
"Absolutely not." he said after what felt like a year of silence. Kenz's face fell.
"Why the hell not?!" she demanded, pissed at her big brother "I've trained for this nearly my whole life! Dad trained me so you can't say I'm not good enough, because you and I both know I am! And you can't say I'm not old enough because you were only twelve when you ran your first salt and burn!"
She had him there and they all knew it too. Dean had only been twelve when he ran his first hunt, nothing serious just a salt and burn.
"I said 'no'. No arguments. No backtalk." when he said this he didn't sound like her brother so much as her dad. Truth be told, he felt like a father more then a brother to her most days because of the age difference. Dean, knowing how stubborn Kenz can be gave her a 'don't bring this up again' look, but she is a Winchester.
"Give me one good reason why I can't." she was still pissed at the 'no' he had just given her, and there was a little too much venom behind her words.
"Because," his voice was stern but a hint of worry coated his words. "you'll be the one doing all the dangerous stuff. You'll be the one calling all the shots, which will put you right in harms way, and I won't have that. I just won't Kenz." he was the one that sounded pissed now.
Sam had just been sitting there listening to his siblings work it out, but he felt Kenz should be aloud to run this hunt. He had been looking through the papers she had put on the table. A simple exorcism, that's all this was. It looked like there was only one, maybe two, demons at the most. The demons were at this old abandoned warehouse. Which was odd, they normally wouldn't stay at an abandoned warehouse, but they were there and needed to be taken care of. Sam put the papers down. They were going on this hunt no matter what, it was just a matter of who was leading it.
"Look man, we gotta let her do it sooner or later so why not just let her have this one? It looks like there is only one, possibly two, demons camping out at this old abandoned warehouse in the next town over. And if we don't give her this one she'll just find another and beg you to let her do that one." Sam and Kenz both waited for Deans reply.
"You said one or two at the most right?" Dean said, scratching the back of his neck. Kenz nodded. Dean sat there, contemplating in his head. He knew what Sam said was right, she would find another one and beg for that one too.
He looked up at his seventeen year old sister, and took her in. Trying to decide if she really was ready. "If I say no, you'll just run off with some hunter that Garth will send you, and I'll be sitting here worried sick not knowing if the demon ripped your insides out." he picked up his beer taking a long drink before resting the bottle on his knee. "So fine. Yes. We'll go. Happy now?" he picked his beer up again and finished it off. Before she had the chance to react he held a hand up to her and continued. "I'm only saying 'yes' now because if I don't you'll pester me with hunts you want to run. One time Kenz. You can run a hunt one time and you don't get to ask again. Ever. Clear?" he was looking hard at his sister.
"Clear." she said in a sweet soft innocent voice, then sat down in the seat she had been holding onto. Sam gave her a smirk before finishing his beer off and setting the empty bottle down on the table.
Dean got up and went over the the mini fridge and pulled out three more beers, setting one down next to his empty bottle handing one to Sam and then finally popping the top off the last one and handing it to Kenz. She looked from the beer in her hands to Dean, who was eating his sandwich and not looking at her, to Sam who had the same questioning look on his face. Dean had never willingly given a beer to Kenz, not that she didn't drink. She did drink, just not in front of Dean. Sam handed Kenz her roasted tofu, sill watching Dean with a questioning look.
All three of them picked up their full beers and took a sip, then setting them down at the same time, almost as if it was rehearsed.
They all smiled at this, the mood relaxed as Dean propped his feet up on Kenz's lap, as if she was a foot stool. She didn't mind, its something he's done since almost day one, it made her feel like family, and she liked that feeling.
She missed that feeling.
Sorry this chapter is so short, I wrote as much as I could but I didn't see anything else I could do to this chapter without ruining the vibe I wanted to create.
Chapter five coming soon! I have up till chapter 8 written down (on paper) I just have to find the time to type them up and edit them! Please leave a review and let me know what you think! If you have an idea for a up coming chapter let me know! Good night my beauties!
