This is a shorter chapter. Sorry, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. Anyways, enjoy!
"Phew, finally got away from mother hen, Samantha," Dean sighed, sounding thankful.
Charlie looked at him with a confused look on her face, "what do you mean?" she questioned, watching him stare out at the road.
"Well, Sam's been watching everything I do. I can't do a single thing without him worrying about me," Dean explained, "it just makes me frustrated that he won't let me have any personal space, anymore," he added.
Charlie stared at Dean in sympathy, and then she glanced at the mark on his arm, which flexed as his hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"He's just worried about you," Charlie stated, not removing her eyes from his arm. Dean looked at Charlie, and shifted uncomfortably. His eyebrows furrowed, and Charlie almost squeezed her eyes closed because she was preparing herself for him to blow up.
Instead, he just sighed, and looked back at the road. "I know."
The rest of the drive was silent, and Charlie found herself wondering where the Dean she had once known had gone. She knew he was still there, underneath all of the trauma that he had undergone.
"We're here," Dean said to Charlie, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"Alright," Charlie replied, opening the door of the Impala after he had parked.
"Okay, so we are just going to interrogate this Kenzie girl, and find out what really happened," Dean explained, laying it down for Charlie, as if she hadn't been hunting on her own.
"Okay, got it," Charlie replied. She was going to say something sassy but decided not to. Maybe giving him control was the best thing she could do for his mental state.
Charlie walked in right after Dean and they both flashed their fake badges.
"Agent Plant and Agent Cobain, FBI," Dean said, to the woman at the front desk of the police station.
"We're here to talk to McKenzie Smith," Charlie said, closing her badge and putting it back in her pocket.
"That'll do you no good," the woman replied, "she keeps saying pretty crazy stuff," she added, not even bothering to look at them.
"Don't worry, we'll find out what happened," Charlie smiled, before her and Dean walked in the direction the woman pointed them towards.
Charlie and Dean went into the interrogation room and found that Kenzie was already there, being grilled by two cops.
"Agent Plant and Agent Cobain, FBI," Dean said, as both of them flashed their badges to the cops.
Kenzie was sitting at the table, she had her arms crossed, leaned back in her chair, and blew her short brown hair out of her face.
"I swear I didn't do it," she said to the two cops.
"You know what, Chris. I'm done with this one. Let the feds handle her," the cop next to Charlie blurted out. The two cops quickly exited the room, only sparing Dean a quick "have fun with her" comment, as they made their escape.
Dean decided to take action, "hey, Kenzie, do you wanna tell me and my partner what happened?" Dean questioned, trying to sound sympathetic but not having the energy for it to sound convincing.
"My partner and I," Charlie corrected his grammar. Dean just looked back at Charlie with a look that read 'you've got to be kidding me' before he turned back to Kenzie.
"I didn't do anything," she stated, her face unremorseful.
"You can tell us what happened," Dean said, trying to manage a smile.
"I don't want to tell you anything, old man," she spat, crossing her arms, and leaning back in the chair.
Dean sucked in a big breath and Charlie watched him clench one of his fists, "Kenzie, we can help-" Dean started.
"I already went over this with the other cops. I didn't do shit," Kenzie stated, "you have no right to-" she started but Charlie cut her off.
"Kenzie, we just want to help," Charlie smiled compassionately, getting closer to her, "we've heard a lot of weird things, and you can trust us. We believe that you didn't do anything, but we just want you to tell us what happened, so we can help you," Charlie explained, much more comforting than Dean had been.
Kenzie stood up, then paced around the room and pondered what Charlie had said for a couple of seconds, "okay, I'll tell you what happened. I didn't have anything to do with Mr. Thompson's death," Kenzie started, and Charlie looked over at Dean, whose jaw was set rigidly. "So, lady, you can fuck right off," Kenzie got right up in Charlie's face and then spat right on Charlie's shoes.
Before Charlie could even react, Dean had rushed Kenzie and had her pinned on the wall by the neck.
"What did you just say, you son of a bitch?" Dean yelled, holding her tightly to the wall.
Kenzie looked absolutely terrified, but tried to hide it, "you heard what I said," she stated.
The next thing Charlie knew, there was a loud crack and Kenzie hit the ground, hard. Dean fell on top of her, and just started pounding her with his fist. Kenzie and Charlie screamed in unison.
"Dean!" Charlie cried out, running over to one of the best guys she had ever known. She tried to pry Dean off of Kenzie's screaming body, he turned towards her, and she didn't even recognize him.
Flecks of Kenzie's blood from her face were splattered on his face, and the rest of the damage he had done was smeared all over his hands. When he looked at her, all she saw was the mark of Cain. There was nothing left. His eyes were like a starving animal who had just seen its first fresh meat in days. Charlie knew that he was beyond recognizing her or himself by this point, and that scared the shit out of Charlie.
"Dean, stop!" Charlie yelled, trying to pull him off of the screaming girl. But, that wasn't very successful because Dean hit her so hard across the face that she crumbled to the ground. He then turned back to Kenzie and pounded on her. Kenzie kept screaming and then the two cops that were here before ran in, and they both tried to pull Dean off of Kenzie.
They grabbed Dean from behind, and he elbowed one of the cops, who stumbled back. Then he hit the other cop with his fist on the side of the head. He stepped off of Kenzie, who had now passed out. One of the cops swung at him, and Dean ducked before giving the cop a hard uppercut to the ribs, and the cop crumbled to the ground. He then swung at the other cop and managed to collide with the side of his face. The cop on the floor said something into his radio and then five other guys burst into the room. It took all seven of them, but they were eventually able to take Dean out of the room. He screamed and struggled, as they dragged him out of the room.
Charlie immediately crawled over to Kenzie and checked her pulse. Charlie sighed in relief when she felt it underneath her finger tips. Charlie called out for help, and two more cops came into the room. They called the paramedics, and Charlie felt her muscles relax slightly. At least she knew that Kenzie would be taken care of.
Charlie felt sick, as she looked over Kenzie's still form. Her face was almost unrecognizable to the stubborn girl Charlie had seen minutes before. There was blood everywhere and all Charlie could picture was Dean. It was barely even Dean, just the shell of him. He looked completely foreign to Charlie, and his eyes lusted for blood, for pain.
Before, Charlie could reminisce too much, she hastily fished her phone out of her pocket. Her hands shook as she dialed a number of someone she needed to talk to desperately. She wasn't calling for herself, she was calling for Dean. She swore that it would always be for Dean.