Wasted

“Dean! Behind you!” she shouted, throwing the man her shot gun. He caught it almost falling into the grave they’ve been digging in the process. “A little graces would probably save your ass!” he caught himself and steadied himself on both fee, and shot the grey-haired ghost behind him.

“We can’t all be as awesome as you, Ken!” Dean shouted. McKenly smirked. “How’s it going down there, he asked, looking into the hole.

“I’m trying. I can only dig so fast. Why do I get stuck with the dirty work? You’re the dude.” She groaned, sticking the shovel into the dirt, hitting the wood beneath it.

“Dude? Yes. Gentleman? Absolutely not.” McKenly could just hear the cockiness in his voice. She rolled her eyes. McKenly grabbed the shovel and used it as a way of opening the coffin. She grabbed the salt and lighter fluid and poured both on the bones. I heard another shot fire.

“You alright?” McKenly called.

“It’s getting pissed. Lighter ‘er up, Ken!” he replied. McKenly flicked up her zippo and started its flame.

“Eat hell, you son of a bitch.” She said, dropping her lighter into the coffin as the flames erupted into the air. It flamed too fast and her hand got a tad scorched. She cursed, but heard the ghost scream out in pain and Dean let out a breath. McKenly looked up and saw that he was laying on the ground, his back turned to her, but his head was a little over the edge of the grave. “You let it get the upper hand?” he turned his head and McKenly saw his glare. I laughed.

“Shut up.” he said, simply. “Or I might just leave you down there.”

“And risk the chance of your partner getting caught by the fuzz? You would never.” She said, a matter-of-factly, raising my eyebrows. Dean rolled his eyes and reached an arm down into the grave. She smiled, realizing that she won. McKenly grabbed his hand and he helped pull her up. “Besides, obviously I just saved your ass.”

“I wouldn’t have needed it, if you had loaded this thing right.” He said, tossing McKenly back her gun.

“I loaded it perfectly fine.” She fought, picking up their duffel of other necessary supplies to walk back to the Impala. “My gun is always loaded right. I learned from the best.” She said, winking back at him.

“’Bout time you admit that, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I love it when you use pet names.” McKenly fake-swooned. Sure, Dean and her flirted with each other often. A lot actually. But it never actually led to anything. They were just partners. Friends. Best-friends, actually. Everyone was okay with that. He had his normal hot night and McKenly had spent those nights alone. She didn’t really like sleeping around. She has only ever had sex with one guy that she went out with. The family had been there long enough for some sort of relationship to bloom. McKenly had too much self-respect to let herself become one of Dean’s one night stands. She always thought it would be awkward for the two of them if they had. They had known each other for as long as they could remember. Their parents were best friends. None of their parents were ever hunters. They didn’t know anything about the supernatural. At least, until Mary and McKenly’s parents died.

That’s when John took in McKenly. He told her that the same thing that killed Marry, killed her parents, too, and that he was going to find whoever did it and waste ‘em. So, of course, him being the only form of a guardian that McKenly had left, she had to go with him. Not that she minded. The Winchesters were like her second family. She looked to John like she would her own father. Or, how she would think that she would look at her own father. She didn’t remember him much. She was only four when the whole thing happened.

“So, McKenly. Where to next?” McKenly shrugged my shoulders, removing herself from her thoughts. Dean slammed the Impala’s trunk down and leaned against his car. McKenly copied him, crossing her arms over her chest, being careful with her scorched hand.

“You wanna try your dad again?” McKenly suggested. “Maybe he’s found something.” Dean nodded, sticking his hands in his pocked for his cell phone. He dialed the number and waited for an answer. She climbed up onto the trunk, hopeful that John would answer. Dean closed his phone and cursed under his breath. “Maybe he’s just busy fighting ghosts.” McKenly shrugged.

“It’s been a few weeks, Ken, you think he woulda picked up a freaking phone by now.” McKenly nodded, agreeing.

“Yeah, but he’s your dad. Remember when you ran away and didn’t call us for a couple weeks?” Dean nodded. “You scared us half to death. It was the first time that you were really on your own.”

“I’m fine, aren’t I?” he grumbled. McKenly rolled her eyes.

“Not the point.” He sighed.

“I don’t know. I just… I have a bad feeling about this one. I think we’re gonna need some help.”

McKenly shook her head. “Don’t say it.” She begged. “Dean, we can do this. Just you and me, like it has been.”

Dean shook his head. “I think we need to get Sam.”

McKenly groaned, rolling her eyes. “Is there any way that I can talk you out of this?” she asked.

“Sorry, sourpuss.” Dean apologized. McKenly pushed herself off of the trunk and walked around to the passenger side door. Her copied her, going to the driver’s side. McKenly got in and dug through the glove compartment for the burn heal. “You get yourself?” Dean asked, gesturing to her hand.

“No, I just like the way that it feels. It’s good moisturizer.” She said, shortly.

“I know you’re not all that happy about this ‘Sam thing’ but you don’t have to be an ass to me.” Dean complained. McKenly humphed in her head, rubbing some of the crème on her burn. It felt immensely cool on her burned flesh. “Can you at least tell me why you’re not Team Sam?”

“He left us.” McKenly said, turning her body in the seat to look at him straight on.

“You think that I don’t know that?”

“He fought with your dad about it. You really think that he wants to come back?” McKenly asked him, raising her voice, but only a little bit. “Sam made his decision. He didn’t want to do this anymore and I don’t want to push him back into it. He’ll just leave again when we find John.” She paused. “If we find him.”

“We’ll find him. But if we don’t, I’m gonna need Sam. Maybe this is a chance for us to get back to being a family again.”

McKenly rolled her eyes. “Some fucked up family.”

“I’m trying here, Ken.” Dean said. McKenly looked at him. Dean was pleading to her now.

McKenly groaned and relaxed back into her seat. “Fine.” Dean laughed to himself, reaching to turn on the car. “But we are stopping to sleep first. I need a good night’s sleep if I’m going to be acting civil towards Samuel tomorrow.” He drove the car back onto the main road and began his search for motels.

“Drop the ‘Samuel’ crap. You know he hates it.”

McKenly smiled. “Oh, I know.”

“Dean smirked. “That’s my girl.” McKenly raised an eyebrow that Dean saw. “You know what I mean.” He said. McKenly gave Dean a disbelieving look. “You know what…” he said reaching for the radio dial to turn up the music. McKenly smiled at his awkwardness and turned to the window, leaning her head on the door. She felt her eyes get heavier but forced them to stay open. She couldn’t’ fight them for long and passed out on the drive.

~~~~~

“Mommy!” the little girl cried. Her father was tackling her onto her twin bed with pink sheets trying to tickle her. She laughed and tried to avoid her father’s tickles. “Daddy, stop!” she squealed. She jumped off her bed and ran to her the door. Her mother was standing there and the little girl ran into her with an ‘ooph.’

“McKenly Olivia Eden, it is way past your bedtime. What in the world are you still doing awake?” her mom asked crouching down to be at the girl’s level.

“I can’t sleep, Mommy. Daddy’s tickling me.” the girl’s father snuck up behind her and tickled her again. McKenly jumped into her mother’s arms and she stood up.

“Is that so?” her mom asked.

“I have no idea what she is talking about.” Her father smiled big at his wife.

“Kenneth, you know that she has to get some sleep. It’s really too late for her to be up.” He moved forward, to kiss his wife’s forehead.

“I’m sorry, Susan.” He took his daughter from her and wrapped his arms around her. “Come on, Moe. Mommy says it’s time for bed.” The little girl awhed, protesting. “I know. But tomorrow, we are going out with the neighbors to the zoo.” He said, trying to make the girl excited, but she only pouted. Kenneth put McKenly down on her bed.

“I don’t wanna go. Dean is mean to me.” she crossed her arms over her chest. Her father laughed.

“Don’t take it to heart, honey. It only means that he likes you.”

“Likes me?” she questioned, raising her eyebrows. “Yuck.” She said sticking her tongue out. Her parents laughed.

“Alright now. Let’s go to bed.” Susan said from behind her husband. McKenly laid down in the bed that, to her, was huge. Her father tucked her into her comforter.

“Where’s Bunny?” her father asked. McKenly reached behind her to grab her stuffed bunny. It was worn out so much from trips to the playground and many nights of sleeping on it. “Got him?” the girl nodded. “Good.”

“Good night, sweetheart.” Her mom said.

“Sleep well, Moe. We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy.” She yawned, turning onto her side. Her mother and father crept out of the room leaving the door open only a little so some light from the hallway would shine in. McKenly was close to falling asleep when she heard a floorboard creak. She opened her eyes to see in the dark the best that she could. “Daddy?” she asked. The figure shushed her, opening its eyes. They were yellow. But her parents didn’t have yellow eyes. She screamed loudly. Both of her parents ran into the room.

“McKenly?!” they shouted. Then they looked up at the tall shadow closing in on their daughter.

“Who the hell are you?” Kenneth asked. The figure turned to them and raised a hand. They both flew to the wall. McKenly watched as her parents were stuck to the wall and were somehow sliding up. they stopped on the ceiling where they started to bleed. McKenly cried, not know what else to do. Then the figure disappeared.

“Mommy? Daddy?”

“Moe…” her father called. “Run!” he managed to scream before he erupted into flames. But McKenly couldn’t move. She was to scared she didn’t know what to do.

“McKenly!” she heard a voice from the hallway. She was still crying and couldn’t call out to it. Then John burst into the door. He looked at her, then to the flaming ceiling with her parents being burned alive. He cursed under his breath. “McKenly, come on!” he said, walking over to her, reaching out to her. McKenly grabbed her bunny and crawled up into John’s arms. She cried into John’s shoulder, unsure of what just happened. John ran out of the house and down to his own boys. Dean was sitting in the back of an ambulance holding Sam. John set McKenly down in the ambulance next to Dean and took Sam from Dean. McKenly just continued to cry. She leaned up against John and Dean hugged her shoulders not sure of what to do himself. He doesn’t know what just happened. He didn’t see anything. McKenly closed her eyes but all that she could see were a pair of yellow ones looking right back at her.

~~~~~

McKenly shot up in her bed, unaware of her surroundings. She started gasping for air, suddenly feeling like she was in a room full of smoke and flame. She coughed. Dean sat up slowly in his bed, still only half-awake. McKenly’s last cough turned into a sob and at that point she noticed tears running down her cheeks.

“Ken?” Dean questioned, groggily, turning to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn’t have a shirt on, but he knew better than to sleep naked with McKenly around. he had on a pair of pajama pants. He reached to turn on the light in the middle of the two beds. “McKenly? What’s wrong?” he pushed himself out of bed and rushed to his friend’s side. The tears wouldn’t stop their descent from her eyes, but she was crying silently now. Dean sat down on McKenly’s bed, next to her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her. She turned into his shoulder and held onto his waist for dear life. He shushed his friend to stop her from crying. “It’s alright.” He soothed. “It was only a dream.” McKenly calmed down a little, hoping to stop crying altogether. She hated it when Dean saw her cry. It was like he would start to think that she was weak and couldn’t handle this job. She wasn’t brave enough. However, whenever she had this dream, it was like I couldn’t hold back. Everything would come back to her all at once an
d she would see them so vividly.

“It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory. It was that night.” McKenly said, knowing that he would understand exactly which night she was talking about. He leaned back in the bed, putting his feet up, and pulling her down with him. She laid down and continued to hug him.

“It’s alright, Ken. I swear. We will get that son of a bitch.” Dean promised. McKenly nodded against his chest, as her tears slowly began to stop and she relaxed. She listened to the sound of Dean’s heartbeat, feeling his chest moving up and down from his breathing. McKenly managed to stay focused on those two things and instantly fell back to sleep.

~~~~~

The next morning McKenly woke up and was surprised by her position. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around Dean and her head was laying on his chest. He was sound asleep, but she backed away, surprised, and he shot up, reaching under his pillow for his knife. When he couldn’t find it he looked around at his surroundings, too. He saw McKenly lying in bed with him and the bed that he got up from last night. McKenly scratched at the back of her neck, completely embarrassed. Once he figured things out he seemed calm about it.

“Well, that was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.” He stated, confidently. McKenly rolled her eyes and scoffed at him, getting out of bed. “What?” he asked, raising his arms to the side. McKenly grabbed his shirt from the top of the dresser and through it at him. She walked quickly to get her back pack from the corner and get to the bathroom. McKenly slammed the door, started the shower and leaned against the wall. Did he actually enjoy that? McKenly sighed and threw back her head. There was a knock at the door. “Ken?” Dean called. At first, she didn’t answer, scared of what he was going to say next.

“Yeah?” she said, sounding somewhat hopeful.

“Uh, wheels up in thirty.” She nodded her head to Dean’s request, thankful that he hadn’t brought up what happened. McKenly couldn’t believe that he said that he liked sleeping with her. Sure, nothing happened and they were just sleeping, but they haven’t slept in the same bed together since they were kids. It’s definitely not the same as it was back then. McKenly tried to avoid the feeling that she liked it and Dean comes right out and said that he did. They had agreed to never let anything get beyond their friendship and she was afraid this might have.

McKenly showered quickly, giving Dean time to jump in before they took off. She knew she wasn’t driving so she took a beer out of the fridge and took a big swig of it. Dean came out of the bathroom to see her with a beer in her hand, half gone.

“You’re starting a little early today, don’t you think?” Dean asked. McKenly just glared at him. He laughed to himself, throwing his clothes back into his duffel bag. McKenly quickly finished her bottle and slammed it down on the table. Dean looked at her for a moment, astonished. “Uh, you ready?”

McKenly nodded, and grabbed her bag from the bed. She forgot that she hadn’t closet it yet and everything came spilling out. She groaned, crouching down to pick everything up. When she thought she had grabbed everything, she stood up to close it, but her eyes caught on Dean. He was holding a worn-out pink fabric between his hands. She got a closer look at it and saw it was her stuffed rabbit. Her eyes widened. “Shit!” she said, quickly reaching for it. He pulled it away quickly. “Dean, I’m not going to play this game with you.” McKenly got closer to him but he just put it over his head so that she couldn’t’ reach it. She tried, but he was much taller than her. then She noticed the closeness and backed up. She sighed, “Dean, please. We gotta get goin’.” She said. He held it out to her with a smile on his face.

“You still have that thing?” Dean asked.

McKenly shrugged her shoulders, but nodded, grabbing the rabbit from his hands. “It’s the only thing that I have left of them. I like to think it’s okay that I have it.” She said, not looking at him, but stuffing the rabbit back into her bag. Dean didn’t’ say anything. She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn’t look his direction. Between him finding her rabbit, and them sleeping together, she didn’t want to show him her embarrassment. She knew that he was probably mocking her in his head and she didn’t want him doing it out loud. He wasn’t though.

Dean felt incredibly bad for slightly teasing her about her stuff rabbit. He put his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys. “Let’s roll.” He said. McKenly grabbed her bag and left out of the room first.