Chapter Twenty-Eight - Second Chances

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Mackenzie regrettably left Dean, she wished they could forget the world and stay in bed, like a normal couple but they were not normal and their life was not normal.

They had a job to do, they had a shtriga to stop before anymore innocent children got hurt. Which was why Dean was heading for the library to research and with Sam and Quinn still at the hospital with Asher and his mom, Joanna, Mackenzie stayed behind at the hotel to keep an eye on Michael, Joanna oldest son.

For several hours, the two hung out and ordered pizza for dinner since Mackenzie couldn't even boil water, then they began to watch a movie together.

She hoped putting in a movie would help keep his mind off of what was going on with his brother, since she knew he was worried about Asher, but about half-way through the movie, she noticed he had become really withdrawn and quiet.

She turned down the volume on the tv to ask him if he wanted to talk. At first he tried to appear strong and wouldn't say a word. She couldn't help but softly smile, he reminded her a lot of Dean, the strong and silent type, plus Michael also had to the whole protective big brother thing going on too.

When she realized he wasn't going to talk, she did like she would with Dean and decided not to push Michael to talk before he was ready. Instead she turned the volume back up and went back to watching the movie, but kept glancing at the younger boy from the corner of her eye.

A few minutes later, the phone rang and Mackenzie paused the movie then stood up to answer it. It was Joanna, calling to check on Michael and update her on Asher.

After thanking Mackenzie for her help with Michael, she spoke to her eldest son and tried to stay positive for his behalf. After he ended the call, he sat back down beside Mackenzie, looking even more depressed than before, if that was possible.

She watched him for a few moments as he tried to get control of his emotions.

He reached up to wipe at his eyes, then turned to look at her as he said,"Asher's getting worse."

"Is that what your mom said?" Mackenzie asked.

"No. She's trying to be positive but I can tell. He's getting worse." Michael answered sadly.

"I'm sorry." Mackenzie said softly, as she laid a hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him.

"I would do anything to save him. I have to save him and not just cause he's my brother but because this is my fault." Michael said, as more tears filled his eyes.

'Yep, he's exactly like Dean.' She thought to herself, as she watched him drop his head when a few tears fell from his eyes.

It was sad to see him beat himself up, just like Dean had been doing for years, over something that was out of both boys hands. As she lightly ran a hand in a circular motion on his back, she silently vowed to herself to stop this shtriga once and for all.

By the time the movie had silently finished, Michael had fell asleep on the couch, his head resting in her lap, after crying himself to sleep. She left him resting on her and would run her fingers through his hair, like a mother would a child, whenever his sleep became restless from what she would guess was nightmares.

They stayed in the same position for a bit longer, until she heard the door open. Dean poked his head in and opened his mouth to tell her they were back, but before he could say a word, she placed a finger against her lips, telling him to be quiet.

She slowly stood up, careful to not wake Michael up. She rearranged his body on the couch where he would be more comfortable then after covering him up with a blanket that was on the back of the couch, she followed Dean outside and over to his motel room, which is where Sam was, waiting for them.

"Please tell me you all have found something." Mackenzie said, praying they had some good news.

"It's the doctor." Dean said, getting right to the point.

"Dr. Hydeker?" Mackenzie asked surprised. When the two brothers in front of her nodded their heads, she added,"Are you serious?"

"We should have thought of this before. A doctor's a perfect disguise. You're trusted, you can control the whole thing." Sam pointed out.

Mackenzie folded her arms across her chest as she shook her head with a sigh of disgust. Sam was right, it was a perfect disguise, but she just couldn't believe this whole time it was the doctor; the one who claimed he cared about the kids and just wanted to help, he was the one harming them.

Now she was racking her brain, trying to think of the best way to stop the son of a bitch from striking again and hopefully find a way to save Asher. She knew how it felt to lose a sibling and she did not want to see Michael go through that.

Speaking of siblings, Mackenzie finally realized her sister was not in the room with them, causing her to ask,"Hey, where's Quinn?"

"She's in her room, resting." Sam answered.

Mackenzie nodded her head at the comment, glad she was okay, then asked,"So do we have a plan?"

Sam shook his head no as Dean spoke up and said,"Yeah we do."

"We do?" Sam asked confused.

Dean nodded his head, then said,"Shtriga, works through siblings, right?"

As Mackenzie and Sam mumbled an answer, Dean continued,"Well last night..."

"It went after Asher." Mackenzie finished, understanding what he was saying now.

"So I'm thinking tonight it's probably gonna come after Michael." Dean added.

"Well we gotta get him outta here." Sam said, with Mackenzie nodded her head in agreement.

"No, no. That would blow the deal." Dean argued.

"You're kidding, right?" Mackenzie asked.

"You want to use the kid as bait?" Sam asked. "Are you nuts?"

"It's the only way. If this thing disappears it could be years before we get another chance." Dean explained.

"No, no we are not doing this." Mackenzie said. "Michael is just a kid. I am not letting you do this, Dean."

"Dad did not send me here to just walk away." Dean said with a determined looked on his face.

"Send you here?" Sam asked confused. "He didn't send you here, he sent us."

"This isn't about you, Sam. I'm the one who screwed up, all right. It's my fault. There's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me." Dean finally admitted to his brother with a pained look on his face.

"What are you saying, Dean. How is it your fault?" Sam asked. When Dean didn't answer, he sighed then added,"Dean. You've been hiding something from the get go. Since when does dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now talk to me man. Tell me what's going on "

Mackenzie felt her heart break when she saw the look on Dean's face. The guilt was eating him alive and it hurt her to see him in pain.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze, letting him know she was there for him and hoped to give him strength. He glanced over at her, glad she was by his side, then he looked over at Sam as he finally told him what happened all those years ago when he went against John's orders and almost got Sam killed.

When Dean was done with his story, Sam looked down at the floor, he honestly didn't remember any of that. He was just a kid so it's not surprising, but Dean was just a kid too, which is what he told his brother as he raised his head to look at him.

"Don't. Don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it." Dean said back.

"And you will finish it, Dean." Mackenzie said to him, as she took a step closer to him. She leaned into his side and waited until he turned his head to look at her, then she continued,"But you're not in this alone. We are all here to help and we will get him this time."

"She's right." Sam agreed. "But I'm still not sure about using Michael."

"Me either." Mackenzie said, then suggested,"How about one of us hides under the covers, we can be the bait?"

"No it won't work. For one; I'm not ever letting you be bait for anything." Dean said to the girl still pressed against his side, then added,"And two; It's gotta get close enough to feed it'll see us. Believe me I don't like it, but it's gotta be the kid."

Sam sighed as he ran a hand over his face. He looked over at Dean, as he said,"Okay, I still don't like this and I know Kenzie doesn't either." He waited a moment as she nodded her head, letting him know he was right, then he continued,"But okay, you can at least ask him."

"Fair enough. We'll explain it all to him and-"

"No not 'we'." Sam said interrupting him. "You, Dean. You will explain it to him and ask if he wants to be used as bait. But just ask, don't force him into it."

"I never force anyone into anything." Dean argued back, then added,"I'm a nice, understanding guy."

"Yeah, right." Sam snorted, then added,"Well good luck with that." He wasn't sure if he was hoping Michael would agree to help or not.

He opened his mouth to say more, but before he could, he heard his cell phone ringing and pulled it out of his pocket. He looked at the caller id, then looked over at Dean to nod his head, letting him know it was someone he had called earlier to check out Quinn's story. He quickly answered the call then made his way outside for privacy.

Once Sam was gone, Dean sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, he suddenly felt very tired, but there was no time to rest. He had to somehow convince Michael to help out then they still had to stop that son of a bitch before it was too late.

He felt his muscles tighten up as the pressure of it all hit him at once, but just as quickly as his muscles began to stiffen up, he felt Mackenzie lay her hands on his shoulders and begin to rub them, instantly loosening them up.

Without raising his head, he reached out and rested his hands on her hips, then brought her toward him to straddle him. Once she was sitting comfortable on his lap, he raised his head to look at her then without a word, he leaned toward her and pressed his lips against hers, wanting to get lost in her and forget about everything for a moment.

For a moment, he wanted to put the job aside and lose himself in the woman he loves.

As he deepened the kiss, he thought about their past. He thought about how they met and how quickly he fell for her. He had loved her since he was fourteen. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he knew it was more than just a crush or even puppy love, he knew it was something real and he had never came close to feeling something like that for anyone else. She was it for him and that thought excited him and terrified him all at once.

After the kiss, Dean softly kissed her one more time, then pulled back to look at her, as much as he hated to stop kissing her or touching her, the moment was over and it was time to get back to the job.

He rested his hands on the small of her back, holding her close to him, as he said with a sigh,"I should go talk to Michael."

"I'll come with you." Mackenzie offered.

"I can do it on my own." Dean said back. It wasn't that he didn't want her help, it's just he still felt responsible for all the bad that has happened and felt like he alone should fix it.

"I know you can, but you don't have to." Mackenzie said, as she rested her hand on the back of his neck. She twirled his hair around her fingers, then added,"You're not alone in this, remember? You got me."

Dean couldn't help but softly smile at her comment, then said,"I like the sound of that."

Mackenzie smiled back. Earlier she told him she wasn't sure if she was ready to start a relationship, she didn't want to go to far too fast but the truth was, he has had her since the beginning. From the moment he first kissed her, she was his, no other guy has had her and she didn't want another guy but him. But now wasn't the time to talk about that, right now, they needed to talk to Michael.

"Come on. We should go." Mackenzie said, as she stood up from his lap then grabbed his hand to pull him up from the bed.

"Hey, hold on." Dean said, as he grabbed her hand to keep her from walking to the door. He waited until she turned around to face him then said,"I know you want to help and I appreciate that, I really do, but I need to do this alone."

"Okay, I understand." Mackenzie said. As much as she wanted to help him with this, she did understand where he was coming from. She laid her other hand on the side of his face then said,"I'll be right here waiting for you."

Dean smiled at her words, he could really get use to hearing that. He moved his head toward her arm and kissed the inside of her wrist then leaned down to kiss her lips quickly before turning around and walking out the door.

Mackenzie stood alone in the middle of the room for a moment. She thought about walking down to her hotel room to check on Quinn, but since Sam mentioned she was resting, she didn't want to disturb her, instead she stayed where she was and thought about cleaning up their room or doing something to keep herself busy, but before she could move Sam walked back into the room with a disappointed expression on his face.

"Everything okay?" Mackenzie asked him.

"Yeah, yeah, everything is good." Sam answered. He was just a little disappoint that one of his contacts didn't have any answers to his questions about Quinn. He and Dean both didn't trust her or her story and wanted to find out the truth before Mackenzie got too close to her.

"How are things going with you and Dean?" Sam asked back, changing the subject.

"Good." Mackenzie said with a smile.

"So you two are together now?" Sam asked, hoping they were. He knew how Dean felt about her and from the looks of it, she felt the same about him.

"I don't know." Mackenzie answered with a sigh. "I told him we would talk about all of that later. After the case and all."

"But after this case, there will be another case and another after that. It's never going to end." Sam pointed out.

"I know. I just... I don't know what we should do, Sam. I'm scared." Mackenzie admitted, as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Sam walked over toward her and squatted down in front of her, then said,"I get it, Kenzie, I do, love is scary. But if there is one thing I have learned it's life is short and like I said before there is always going to be another case, so don't put your feelings or happiness aside for another day cause there might not be another day."

Mackenzie nodded her head at his comment, she knew Sam was right, but that didn't stop her from being scared. What if she put her trust in Dean again and began to count on him then he left her again? She knew the first time wasn't really his fault, but it still hurt. She waited for hours, thinking he would show and he never did, that wasn't a memory that was easy to forget.

"Look I'm not trying to push you to make a decision before you are ready, but I do know that Dean cares about you a lot and I think you should at least talk to him. Tell him your fears and go from there." Sam suggested.

"You're right." Mackenzie said, as she stood up from the bed. She waited until Sam stood up too, then leaned forward to hug him. "Thank you, Sam."

The two had just stepped back when the hotel door opened and Dean walked in with an unreadable expression on his face.

"How did it go?" Mackenzie asked him.

"Crappy." Dean answered. He felt like he couldn't do anything right.

"What did you expect? You can't ask an adult to do something like that, much less a kid." Sam pointed out.

"Hey, it's okay, we'll think of something else." Mackenzie said softly, as she reached out to hold his hand, letting him know she was there for him.

"She's right. We'll do something else." Sam agreed.

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say a word, they heard a knock at the door. Mackenzie released Dean's hand then walked over to the door to open it. She was surprised to see Michael on the other side.

Michael didn't say anything until he walked into room, then he looked at Dean and asked,"If you kill it, will Asher get better?"

"Honestly? We don't know." Dean answered.

"You said you were a big brother." Michael said. He waited until Dean nodded his head, then continued,"You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?"

"Yeah, I would." Dean said back.

"Me too. I'll help." Michael said, trying to be brave.

Mackenzie walked up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder, hoping to offer him some of her strength, as she said,"You're doing the right thing. We'll get him."

"You'll be there, right? Like in the room with me?" Michael asked, as he looked up at her.

Mackenzie opened her mouth to answer but before she could Dean beat her to it,"I'm sorry, Michael, but she can't be in there. We need him to think you are all alone or he might not show."

"I'll be watching though and if you need me all you have to do is yell, okay?" Mackenzie said to the younger boy. When he nodded his head, she squeezed his should then said,"You can do this, Michael. I believe in you."

"I can do this." Michael repeated, feeling like he could actually do this.

- (o0o) -

Unfortunately that feeling didn't last for long. Later that night, Michael, Mackenzie and Dean were standing in Michael's room.

While Mackenzie tried to keep the younger boy calm, Dean was hooking up a security camera in the corner of the room, pointing it toward the bed so they could watch from a distance until the shtriga showed up.

"I can't do this." Michael mumbled, as the nerves began to set in.

"You can do this. Just think of Asher." Mackenzie said to him, as she threw an arm around his shoulders.

Michael hesitated for a moment then thought about what she said and thought about his little brother. Finally he took a deep breath and nodded his head, she was right, he could do this or at least he hoped so.

"This camera has night vision on it so we'll be able to see clear as day." Dean said, hoping to ease his fears. He knew the young boy was terrified.

He looked into the camera, knowing Sam was watching in a room nearby, then asked him,"Are we good?"

"A hair to the right." Sam answered, then after Dean moved the camera called out,"Okay, good now."

"What do I do?" Michael asked, as he looked up at Dean.

"Just stay under the covers." Dean answered him.

"And if it shows up?" Michael asked, meaning the shtriga.

"We'll be right in the next room. We're gonna come in with guns. So as soon as we do you roll off this bed and you crawl under it." Dean instructed.

"What if you shoot me?" Michael asked, starting to have second thoughts.

"They won't shoot you. Dean and Sam are two of the best shooters ever. They're not going to fire until you're clear, okay?" Mackenzie said to him, hoping to calm him down. When he nodded his head, she added,"Have you heard a gunshot before?"

"Like in the movies?" Michael asked.

"It's gonna be a lot louder than in the movies." Dean answered. "So I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears, do not come out until we say so. Understand?"

Michael nodded his head a little, still unsure about everything. Dean looked up at Mackenzie, they could tell he was still nervous about the plan.

Mackenzie squatted down to face Michael then asked,"Michael, are you sure you want to do this?" When he didn't answer, she added,"You don't have to, it's okay, I won't be mad and neither will Dean."

"No, it's okay, I'll do it." Michael said to her. He turned his head to look at Dean, as he added,"Just don't shoot me."

Dean softly smiled as he patted his shoulder, then said,"We're not going to let anything happen to you, I promise you."

"Okay." Michael said, letting them know he was ready to do this.

Mackenzie tucked him in and hated to leave him alone, but knew she had to. She gave him a smile, trying to show him that everything will be okay, then followed Dean out of the room as the two began to walk toward the hotel room where Sam was waiting for them.

They were almost to the room when Dean reached out to grab her hand, giving it a squeeze then waited until she looked up at him before he gave her a smile the way she did at Michael earlier.

"You're good with him." Dean said, meaning Michael.

"He's a good kid. He actually kind of reminds me of you." Mackenzie said. "The way you would do anything for Sam."

As Dean nodded his head at her comment, she stopped walking and waited for him to face her then asked,"He's going to be okay, right? I mean I trust you, I do, but everything is going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah, everything is going to be okay." Dean promised her. He felt his heart race at hearing her say she trusted him. He raised a hand and rested it on the side of her face as he said,"No matter what, we'll be okay."

Mackenzie softly smiled as she leaned against his hand, getting the double meaning in his comment. He was letting her know no matter what she decided to do, he was okay with it and they would be okay.

In that moment she knew what she wanted, she wanted him. She had always wanted him. Sam was right, life was too short to be cautious and scared.

With a smile still on her face, she leaned forward to press her lips against his for a short, but sweet kiss. She took a small step back and wiped her lipstick off of his lips, as she said,"Come on, let's go kill that son of bitch."

A few hours later, Sam, Mackenzie and Dean were sitting side by side as they watched Michael on the computer screen. Mackenzie felt bad for the young boy as she watched him sit like a stone, afraid to move.

"What time is it?" Mackenzie asked the brothers; who were sitting on either side of her.

"Almost three." Sam answered her. He looked toward Dean, as he asked,"Are you sure these iron rounds are gonna work?"

"Consecrated iron rounds, and yeah it's what dad used last time." Dean answered.

The three stayed silent for a few more minutes until Sam spoke up and softly said,"Hey, Dean, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Dean asked, as he turned his head and looked over Mackenzie's head to look at his brother.

"You know, I've really given you a lot of crap, for always following dad's orders. But I know why you do it." Sam said with an apologetic smile.

"Oh, God. Kill me now." Dean mumbled, not in the mood for a chick flick moment with his brother. He turned his head back to look at the screen, then jumped a little in surprise when he felt Mackenzie grab his hand. He glanced over at her and saw her staring back at him with a small smile on her face.

"Hey, look." Sam suddenly called out, breaking the moment between them.

Mackenzie and Dean turned their heads to look back at the screen as a hand began to lift the window then the shtriga appeared in his room. Without looking away from the screen, Dean and Sam reached out to grab their guns, ready to charge in at the right moment.

"Now?" Sam asked.

"Not yet." Dean answered.

Mackenzie chewed on her bottom lip and felt knots in her stomach as they continued to watch the screen. She wished they would rush in now and save Michael, but she meant what she said before, she trusted Dean and knew he would spring into action at the right moment.

As the shtriga leaned down toward a terrified Michael and began to draw out his energy, Mackenzie hit Dean's arm and called out,"Now! Go now!"

Dean and Sam quickly jumped up and ran to Michael's room then burst in the door, guns raised and ready to shoot. Dean yelled for Michael to get down, then as soon as he rolled out of the bed and crawled underneath, the two brothers opened fire, hitting the shtriga multiple times each.

After seeing the shtriga fall to the floor, believing it was dead, Mackenzie ran to the bedroom and rushed inside, taking the brothers by surprise as they both turned around and pointed their guns at her.

She held up her hands in surrender, as she said,"It's okay, it's just me. Is everyone okay? Michael?"

"I'm okay." Michael answered.

"Good, just stay where you are." Mackenzie said. She looked at the brothers, then asked,"Is it dead?"

"I'm not sure." Dean mumbled, as he inched closer to it with his gun still pointed at it. When it didn't move, he glanced over at Sam and Mackenzie and relaxed a little, thinking it was over until the shtriga suddenly stood up and grabbed Dean by the throat before throwing him against the wall.

Mackenzie called out his name and tried to rush to his side until the shtriga appeared in front of her and threw her across the other side of the room.

She hit the wall then fell to the floor with a loud and painful thud near the bed where Michael was still hiding under. He scooted closer to her body and reached out to grab her hand, worried about her, then sighed with relief when she groaned and began to move around.

Sam pointed his gun at the shtriga but before he could fire off a shot, he knocked the gun out of his hands and threw him on the floor to begin drawing out his energy.

Sam laid still, unable to move as he took more and more of his energy away. Dean painfully stood up and called out to the shtriga, as soon as he turned his head to look at Dean, he fired off a shot, hitting him in the head and knocking him to the floor.

"You okay, little brother?" Dean asked Sam. He waited until Sam nodded his head and began to stand up, then he called out Mackenzie's name, needing to know if she was okay as well, but was scared to look away from the shtriga again.

"She's oka. I-I think." Michael called out, nervously.

Dean called out his brother's name, then nodded his head toward them, wanting Sam to go check on them as he took a step closer to the shtriga.

He pulled the trigger on his gun a few more times, hitting him in the heart and saw all the energy it stole began to escape from its mouth before he began to disintegrating.

It was finally over, it was dead. Dean might not have been able to save his brother all those years ago, but he was able to do it this time.

Now that he knew the shtriga really was dead, he rushed over to the other side of the bed where Mackenzie was laying, surrounded by Michael and Sam.

He gently pushed them aside and picked her up, holding her in his arms. He softly called out her name and pushed her brown hair aside to get a better look at her.

She had a small cut on her forehead but other than that she looked fine, he would just feel better if she woke up. He breath of sigh relief when she finally did open her eyes.

"Hi." Mackenzie mumbled, once her eyes were open with a smile at her face when she saw Dean.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean softly asked.

"Mm-hm." Mackenzie answered. She sat up then looked at the three set of eyes staring at her, before she asking,"Did we get it?"

"Yeah, they got it, it's over now." Michael said, as he smiled at her.

"Good. That's great to hear." Mackenzie said back, as she reached out to ruffle his hair.

Michael laughed then moved his head aside, as he smiled at her then the two other guys, thankful that it was all finally over.

- (o0o) -

The next morning, everyone was packed and ready to go. Other than a cut here and there and some sore muscles, Dean, Sam and Mackenzie were okay.

Quinn played the part of concern sister and placed a new band-aid on Mackenzie's cut then made her way outside to place her bag in the Jeep.

Mackenzie walked out of her hotel room and looked over at the Impala where Dean and Sam were, putting their bags in the trunk. Now that the case was over, she needed to talk to Dean and the sooner the better.

She tossed her bag into the Jeep then made her way over to the brothers with Quinn following along behind her.

As they got closer to them, they saw Joanna walk over toward the boys, wondering where Michael was until he ran toward his mom and gave her a big hug. They were all relieved to hear that Asher, as well as all the other kids, were going to be okay.

With Joanna and Michael planning to go to the hospital to be with Asher, they quickly told the small group goodbye. No one was all that surprised when Michael rushed toward Mackenzie and gave her a hug, it was plain to see the two had got close and she had to admit, she would miss the young boy.

With the mother and son now gone, it was time to hit the road. Quinn walked away from the group to get into the Jeep, as Dean walked over to driver side of the Impala and slide behind the wheel, leaving Sam and Mackenzie standing at the back of the car.

"Hey, Sam, can you do me a favor?" Mackenzie asked him.

"Yeah?" Sam asked and was surprised when she held out her car keys. "Will you drive the Jeep so I can talk to Dean?"

"Finally made up your mind?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Yes, I have." Mackenzie answered, smiling back.

"Then yes I will." Sam answered, as he took the keys from her hand and made his way toward her vehicle.

Once he was gone, she walked over to the passenger side of the Impala and opened the door, but instead of sitting down she leaned her head in to look at Dean, as she asked,"Is it okay if I ride with you?"

Dean looked up in surprise at her question and smiled before nodding his head to answer her. She smiled back then sat down in the passenger seat.

When she was seated and comfortable, Dean finally spoke up and said,"You can ride me anytime, babe."

Mackenzie chuckled at his comment then said,"Don't make me regret getting in the car with you."

Dean laughed back then cranked up the car and pulled out of the parking lot with Sam following along behind him in the Jeep. He drove silently down the road for a few minutes then glanced over at her and said,"Not that I'm complaining, but why did you want to ride with me?"

"I figured since the case was over we could talk now." Mackenzie answered.

"Talk about what?" Dean asked innocently. He knew what he hoped she wanted to talk about, but he didn't want to get his hopes up.

"Us." Mackenzie answered softly. She turned to look at him, before adding,"I thought we could talk about us."

"Okay, I'm listening." Dean said, letting her have control of the conversation since she brought it up. Plus the last thing he wanted to do was push her into something before she was ready. He knew what he wanted, he was just waiting for her.

"Earlier today you asked me what we were now and I told you I didn't know. That I didn't want to mess things up and we had things to figure out first." Mackenzie started, reminding him of what they talked about earlier that day after they had sex for the first time since all the drama happened years ago.

He nodded his head, letting her know he remembered, then she continued,"I realize now that was the wrong thing to say. I mean, I was worried about things getting messed up, but there isn't really anything to figure out. I think it's plain to see what we both want."

"It is?" Dean asked, as he glanced over at her, not sure what she was trying to say.

"Mm-hm." Mackenzie said with a smile. She turned in her seat to face him, then added,"The truth is, I want you, Dean. I have wanted you since I was twelve and you kissed me for the first time outside my fake house."

Dean chuckled at the memory, remembering when she led him to a random house and told him she lived there since she didn't want him to know that she and her father hunted monsters like him and his family.

He reached out and rested a hand on her bare knee, thankful that she was wearing shorts, then said,"I've wanted you since then too. You are all I've ever wanted, Kenz."

Mackenzie rested her head on the headrest and smiled at his words, then softly said,"You have me, Dean. You've always had me. I was just scared. Scared of losing you again."

"Nothing like that will happen again. I'm not going anywhere." Dean promised, as he glanced over at her for a moment to show her how serious he was. "I won't ever leave you again."

"Good cause I can't go through that again." Mackenzie said. "I was devastated when you didn't show up years ago. I told myself I hated you and I tried to keep you off of my mind, just trying to do whatever to get over the pain, but the truth is, I never stopped caring about you, Dean. I never hated you and you were never far from my mind."

Dean glanced over at her and saw the pain in her eyes and felt guilty for causing that pain, even though it wasn't really his fault. He didn't know she had been waiting for him, he never got the message or he would have been there and nothing would have stopped him. He hated that they lost those two years, but was happy to see that she was giving him a second chance.

"You were never far from my mind either." Dean admitted. "At first I tried to tell myself that I didn't need you, but I was only lying to myself. I could never stop thinking about you or needing you."

Mackenzie nodded her head in agreement, then said,"Needing someone this badly scares the hell out of me, I was use to being on my own for so long, but I need you, Dean. I need you in my life."

"And in your bed?" Dean joked, as he looked over at her with a cocky grin on his face.

"You just had to ruin a good moment, didn't you?" Mackenzie said back with a laugh, as she lightly slapped his stomach.

The two laughed for a moment, then she scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "But to answer your question, yes, I need you in my life and in my bed. So what do you say?"

Dean looked away from the road to glance at her for a moment. A smile appeared on his face, as he said,"What would you think about leaving with me?"

Mackenzie chuckled at his question, remembering when he asked her that same question two years ago, when he had asked her to hit the road with him the very first time.

She couldn't help giving him the same answer she did back then,"Why, Dean Winchester, are you asking me to run away with you?"

"You bet your sweet ass I am." Dean said back, just like he did back then causing her to laugh again.

She leaned forward to quickly kiss his lips, before whispering in his ear,"I'll alway run away with you."

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a/n - hello readers! I know it's been a long time since I have updated this story, so sorry about that. I have really missed this story tho, so hopefully I can start getting back into it. Don't worry this story is not done. I plan to kinda follow along with season one then go into season two, then after that not sure, but I'll think about that later lol. Thank you to everyone reading and/or adding the story. Big thanks to Winchestergirl5, Carver Edlund, Deangirl93, BlackBloodRose64, adaddario, Guest, Sage Londyn, deanstheman, WinchesterSalvatoreLover, deangirl72 and Maggie Valo for reviewing. I hope you all are still around and reading, if not I completely understand. Happy reading!