Wasted

It had been a week. A week since my first date with Jason. The second date we ended up staying at him house and playing with Jacob because the babysitter had to back out at the last minute. She was a seventeen year old applying to colleges and taking exams, it was understandable. The third was a movie. I enjoyed that one since I couldn’t even remember the last time I had been to an actual theater. The fourth date was a dinner, that he made. I certainly missed home cooked meals that I didn’t have to make myself. This man was perfect. I hadn’t found anything wrong with him. He was nice to me, good with his kid, great at his job. I guess perfect is too much of a broad term, but that was the only way that I could think to describe him. So that means four dates in the eight days that I had known him. I enjoyed every single one of them. We hadn’t done anything affectionate other than hug each other. Not that I minded. I was well-aware of the fact that we had to take things slow, since he had a kid. And I was in no rush, being that I was unaware of when I would be going back to hunting with Dean, I didn’t want to get attached.

This also means it has been a week without Dean. I don’t think about him much when I’m with Jason, unless he brings Dean up. When I’m not with Jason, it’s like Dean is my entire life. I’m always worried about what he could be doing or what trouble he could be getting himself into. I know that he’s reckless and without me reigning him in, it’s probably ten times worse. I didn’t want to call him since he’s always the busy one. So after playing phone tag for a day, I decided to tell him to call me whenever he got the chance. After he started calling me every day, at the same time, I figured he was making time for me, which made me feel good. When we got on the phone, we asked each other politely how we were. We would talk about his case, whether it was stumping him or not. We would laugh at something stupid that Bobby or Sam did. Sometimes, when there was a lag in the conversation, he would hand the phone to Sam and he and I would talk. When we ended the call he would tell me that he missed me. I would tell him that I missed him. He wants me to come back, and I wanted to go back. There just wasn’t anything there for me since Sam was taking care of all the research now. I would go back when they had a lead on John.

Currently, I was waiting around for Dean’s call. I ended up sitting on my bed, with my cell phone in front of me. I checked my watch. 3:20. Twenty minutes after the time he usually called. I wasn’t worried. Dean normally doesn’t have this sort of knack for consistency. I was surprised he managed to keep it up as long as he had. It turned to four, then five, and still no call from Dean. I sighed, admitting it wouldn’t come so I picked up my phone and called Jason, knowing that he would be getting out of work now. He answered after a few rings.

“Hey, beautiful. I was just about to call you.” He said, smoothly into the phone. I smiled at his calling me beautiful.

“After a week of that you think I would have managed to calm my blushing my now.” I admitted. He laughed.

“So what is the reason I get to hear your voice so early in the afternoon? I would have figured you would be talking to Dean now.”

“He didn’t call. And I don’t want to call him. He’s probably busy with work, I don’t want to interrupt anything.” I shrugged. “But I was wondering if you and Jacob would like to hang out tonight. Rent a movie, get some pizza, cuddle on the couch after Jake falls asleep five minutes in?”

“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you go get the movie and come over. I’ll call for pizza and pick it up on the way home. It’ll be about an hour for me to get it and get back into town, so why don’t you go over to the house, tell Chelsea she can go home.”

“Really? You’ll let me watch Jacob on my own?” I questioned, confused.

“I won’t be long. I trust you. Just don’t feed him any cookies. He’ll be up all night and I won’t ever get some alone time with you.” Jason joked.

“Ha ha.” I laughed sarcastically. “You know, just for that, I’ll give him the jar. Let him just go at it.”

“Don’t you dare.” He warned. “Alright, well, I’ll see you when I get home.”

I nodded, rising from my bed to change. “Alright. See you.” I hung up the phone and threw it out of my hand so that I could quickly change into something a little more comfortable. I chose a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. We weren’t going out tonight, so I didn’t feel the need to do much with my appearance. I ran down the stairs into the library like room that Bobby had to see him sitting at his desk over a giant leather bound book.

“Hey, Bobby.” I said, sweetly.

“No.” he said, grumpily.

“I haven’t even asked you anything.”

“Yet.”

I sighed. “…yet.” I slouched. “How do you know absolutely everything?”

“I’m an old man, Blondie. I’ve been through a lot.”

“So I can’t borrow the truck?”

Bobby shook his head, standing from the desk. “No,” He started. He walked towards the front room and opened the front door. “But you can take that.” He said, gesturing outside. There was a blue truck parked right behind his own. My jaw dropped.

“Bobby? What is that?” I asked, already knowing what it was, but needing to hear it from him, just to be one hundred percent sure.

“It’s a 1970 Chevy Longhorn.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is.” Bobby argued. “And it’s yours.” He said, holding up a set of keys. I smiled, grabbing the keys from him and running out into the front drive.

“Where the hell did you get it?” I asked.

“Well, after you first came here when you were a kid, you told me what your favorite truck was. I’d already found it before the fight with John. It’s a nice truck. I didn’t want to get rid of it. Now you’re back, so I fixed it up and it’s yours.”

“Thanks, Bobby!” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his cheek once. “I’ll probably be back late, but there is a leftover steak in the fridge from last night. Pop it in the nuker and you’re good to go.” He waved me off as I squealed with glee at the sound of the engine roaring to life. It was mine. I actually had my own car. I quickly drove away and to the Blockbuster to pick up a movie that would look interesting. I didn’t know anything about which movies had recently come out so I pretty much just picked one at random. When I got to Jason’s house, I knocked on the door quietly. Chelsea came to the door with Jacob on her hip.

“Kenly!” Jacob shouted, trying to wiggle out of Chelsea’s grasp and slide to the floor. He hopped over to me and into my arms.

“Hey, squirt.” I said, smiling at him.

“Hi, Miss Eden.” Chelsea said, smiling.

“Chelsea, please. I’m twenty-five. I don’t need that ‘Miss’ for another five years. It’s McKenly.”

She laughed. “Alright.”

“Jason said that I could watch him for a little bit. He said to let you go home.”

She nodded. “Yeah, he called. Said he would pay me tomorrow so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Good, because I left my wallet in the truck.” I said, walking through the front door.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later, Miss McKenly.” She said, sweetly. I turned and sent her a hard stare for using ‘Miss’ again. She smiled knowingly. “Bye, Jacob.” The child wished her good bye and she left, closing the door behind her. I sent Jacob down on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

“So, your dad and I decided to have a pizza-movie night and you, little man, are invited.” I said, poking his chest lightly.

“Yay!” he cheered.

“But to get in, you’ve got to be in your jammies, so you need to go change.” He nodded excitedly and hurried off into his room. I went to follow him, opening up his closet to see a bunch of games for him to play. I pulled down Hungry, Hungry Hippos, thinking that would pass the half hour we had left for his dad to get home. Jacob was quickly changed into a cute pair of pajamas with frogs on them. He was excited about playing a game. We played a few rounds before Jason walked through the door with a box of pizza.

“Daddy!” Jacob screamed when he saw his father enter his bedroom. Jacob got off up the floor and ran to his father. “Guess what!” he said when he was in his father’s tight grasp.

“What?” he asked.

“Kenly says we’re having a pizza movie night.”

“No way!” he said, faking surprise.

“Yeah, but you gotta be in your jammies or else you can’t get in.” he said, grinning. “See, Daddy, I’ve got mine on and Kenly does, too.” I smiled, and pushed myself off of the floor. He nodded his head at me in hello.

“Alright. Well, I guess that means I have to change out of this monkey suit, huh?” Jacob nodded. “Okay. You and Kenly go get the table set and I will go change, okay?” Jacob nodded again excitedly. He pushed himself out of his father’s arms like he had with Chelsea. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand, leading me from his bedroom.

“Come on, Kenly. Let’s go!” he said. I laughed at him.

“Alright, slow down, kiddo.” I smiled sweetly at Jason as we passed. Jacob and I set the kitchen table with paper plates and a few napkins. Jason came in wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a University of South Dakota t-shirt. Jacob was sitting in his spot at the table with a sippy cup full of warm milk. I hoped that would get him to sleep quickly. I was sitting next to him with a beer from the fridge. Jason came behind me and hugged my shoulders.

“Hi.” He said in my ear. My stomach exploded in a swarm of butterflies.

“Hi.” I whispered, breathy.

“Thank you for watching Jacob.” He said to me, dealing out a slice of pizza to each of us.

I shrugged. “I honestly had nothing better to do.” He smiled.

“So I saw the truck out there. It yours?”

I nodded. “A gift from Bobby. I’ve been wanting once since I was little. It’s my favorite car.” I admitted.

“Well, I’m glad you finally got your hands on it.” He said. I nodded, taking a bite from my pizza. The three of us spent most of dinner talking about what Jacob did at Pre-School and with Chelsea. It went by quickly and before we knew it, we were all sitting on the couch popping the movie in. Jason sat with his arm around my shoulders, massaging lightly. Jacob was cuddled in the middle of the two of us, laying with his head on my side. Twenty minutes in Jacob was asleep. Jason had to quietly get up from the couch and carry his son into his bedroom. I went into the kitchen to clean up the mess that we had made from dinner. Jason came out. “You didn’t need to do that.”

I shrugged. “I guess it’s the big sister in me that tells me to clean. It’s fine, really.” He grabbed my hand as I reached for the pizza box to put the leftover pizza away. “What?” I asked. Jason pulled me towards him and put a hand on the side of my face. My nerves were through the roof at this moment. I couldn’t breathe. He assisted in moving my head upwards to look at him.

“You, McKenly Eden, are absolutely perfect.” He said.

I shook my head. “Far from it actually.” I admitted. “I just try really hard to do the best that I can. It’s what I was grown up to do.”

“Whatever it is. You are the most astounding person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.” He told me. I scoffed.

“Please. That’s only on Saturdays.” He smiled at my joke. His eyes glanced down to my lips. It was slight, but I saw it. Jason started to lean in closer, and guiding me forward with one hand still on my face, and the other on my waist. My eyes fluttered closed when he got so close that I felt his breath on my face. Then, when he was almost there, he stopped.

“McKenly?” he whispered. I wanted to answer him but all I could get out was a mumble. “I’m going to kiss you now.” I nodded my head, slightly. He softly brushed his lips against my own. I held my breath, shocked by all of the butterflies, swirling in my stomach. He pulled away, just a little. My eyes opened slowly, to see him smiling back at me. I grumbled. “What?”

“You stopped.” I smiled. He grinned, and dipped down again, to grab my lips into another kiss. I smiled into it and pushed my lips hard against his. My hands went around his neck and I pulled him into me. Both of his hands were now on my waist, doing the exact same I was. Our kisses started to be more urgent and rushed. The heat between us starting to grow as our lips moved in sync. I moaned quietly when he moved his lips to my neck under my ear. As I lifted my chin to give him more access to my neck, his lips kept moving down as he sucked and bit at my neck. My breathing became labored as I tried to catch it up.

“Is this better?” he mumbled, buried in the crook between my neck and shoulder. I nodded. His hands traveled lower to the back of my thighs as he pulled me up, and pushed me onto the counter. My hands ran through his hair as I used it to move him to kiss my lips again. He bit my lip lightly. Jason started to kiss me again and I moaned into his touch. I thought it couldn’t get any better until my phone started to ring in my pocket, making us both jump.

I groaned. “I’m sorry. Just a second. I’ll turn the ringer off.” I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the caller ID. Dean was calling. I stuttered. “Uh…” Jason looked down to see the name on the phone.

“Do you want to take it?” I looked down at the phone and back at him. I bit my lip, thinking quickly.

“Nah, I’ll call him later.” I said, dropping the phone onto the counter after it stopped ringing. I smiled, and used his shirt to pull him back towards me into another kiss. Halfway through my phone rang again. I groaned a second time. “You know what? Maybe I should. He doesn’t normally call right back unless it was important. I’m sorry.” He nodded. I smiled at him and answered the phone. “What is it, Dean?” I said, frustrated.

“Look, I know that you’re mad that I didn’t call you earlier. But I’ve got something you might want to know about.”

“What?”

“Black eyes.” He said, simply. Instantly, I pictured the man from the motel we stayed at just before we went to get Sam. My heart beat loudly, but I couldn’t show Jason that anything was wrong, just yet.

“What?” I asked. “Where?”

“I’ll give you a minute.” Jason said, leaving the room, probably to go check on Jacob. There was a chance that he heard the urgency in my voice and figured that I would need to talk to Dean. I pushed myself off of the counter.

“Here.” Dean told me. “We need you.”

“Dean. I’m on a vacation. I’m not gonna just up and leave because you say something is wrong. You and Sam can handle it.”

“Jerry Panowski.” Dean said. “Remember him?”

“I do. We helped him with the uh…”

“Poltergeist. He’s the one who called us. You heard of that plane crash yet?”

“Yeah.” I agreed. “But it didn’t look like it was a big deal.”

“It doesn’t, to the public. But there was EVP on a call for help that we got from Jerry. And a survivor claimed to see a man with black eyes open the open the emergency exit door causing the plane crash.”

“But that’s impossible. No one can get those doors open without being Superman or something.” I explained. Jason came back into the room.

“That’s why I’m calling you. I figured you would want to help out with this one.”

I sighed. “Well, I want to help out. But like I said, Dean, I can’t just up and go. I mean I’ve got to help out Bobby and – ” I looked up to Jason in front of me. I almost said his name, but decided it was a bad idea. He had a look on his face like he was thinking deeply about something.

“Go.” Jason said to me. I looked to him questioningly.

“Dean, I’ll have to call you back.”

“Hurry.” Dean ordered before I closed the phone, ending the call. I turned to Jason.

“Jason…”

“Go. It sounds important.”

“It’s really not.” I insisted. “He can handle it without me. Besides, I’ve got you and Jacob.”

“McKenly, Jacob and I have been fine for two years without a woman in our lives. We can’t ask you to drop everything for us. You’ve known us for a week. You can’t be ready for this sort of commitment.”

I nodded. “You’re right. I have been freaking out about it, ever since I first called you.”

“So you should go.” Jason said. “You can always come back. Will you come back?”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah.” I said, not knowing if it were the truth or not. “Just don’t wait around for me. There are more fish in the sea.”

“Not the way I see it.”

I smiled. I looked around to make sure I had everything. Jason walked me to the door. I turned to face him and put a hand on his face, pulling him down for one last kiss. The both of us smiled. “I’ll be seeing you.” I said to him. He nodded. I quickly walked to my car. I had to keep telling myself not to turn around and go back. I climbed in my truck and quickly dialed Dean’s number.

“Ken?” he answered.

“Where are you?”