Wasted

Dean punched the copilot in the face as hard as he could, hoping to knock the man out. “Hurry up, Sam.” He said, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold this tool.” McKenly stayed off to the side, and sprayed the pilot again with the holy water, but it still wouldn’t tire him out. Sam started to read from his father’s journal. Not one of the others knew what he was saying because it was in Latin. It must have been working though, because the copilot started fighting the three more. He pushed the bottle out of McKenly’s hands, making her freeze up. While Dean and her were distracted, the pilot was able to push Dean off of him and then reach for McKenly, grabbing her shirt and throwing her clear over his body, on top of Dean.

She groaned. “Sorry.” She said to him, and got up. Sam had been pushed against the side of the plane, but he recuperated quickly. Dean moved McKenly out of his way as gently as he could in a hurry and pushed the pilot back down. Sam grabbed the journal again and continued from where he was forced to stop. The copilot pushed Dean back again and McKenly caught him. The man ripped the duct tape from his own mouth, without so much as a wince, and grabbed Sam’s shirt, pulling him down to his level.

“I know what happened to your girlfriend!” he screamed, his voice sounding off and very robotic. Sam was shocked. His eyes went wide as he stared at the possessed man. “She must have died screaming!” Sam’s faced hardened at the topic of Jessica. He didn’t even like it when Dean or McKenly brought her up.

“Sam!” McKenly shouted. “Don’t listen to him.” She steadied Dean, and pushed him over to the other two.

“Even now, she’s burning!” the copilot managed to say before Dean punched him in the face again. McKenly stood back, feeling slightly bad for the guy that the demon was possessing. The man was really taking a beating. Not that he could fight back or anything. Dean made sure that he had a better hold on the demon before yelling at Sam to get back in the game. Sam stared at the guy for a minute before he started reading front the journal again. He finished the chant, and dropped the journal. The tree gathered around him and grabbed his limbs that way he had a harder time fighting as the demon was expelled. It took a bit for it to happen, but when the black smoke like creature come out of his mouth it went into the vent of the plane. McKenly sighed, even though she knew that they weren’t done yet.

“Where’d he go?” Sam asked.

“He’s in the plane. Hurry up. We gotta finish it.” Dean answered.

“Where’s the book?” McKenly asked, turning to where she swore Sam dropped it. They all looked around the back area and couldn’t find it.

“He must have kicked it out there.” Sam said, already pushing his way through the curtain. The plane began to shake violently as McKenly and Dean were left alone in the back. The two tried to grab on what they could, but the plane tilted downwards without warning. Dean fell backwards into the corner. McKenly landed on the floor. Dean quickly tried to push himself up to reach for her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the corner that he came from. Dean held McKenly tight with one arm, holding her to his chest. His other arm was holding tight to the wall trying to keep the two there. McKenly held on to him tightly with both of her arms. She wasn’t going anywhere unless it was with him.

“McKenly!” he shouted. She looked up at him. “I – ”

“Shut up!” she interrupted. Dean was confused. “You wouldn’t do it under normal circumstances. Don’t do it now because you think we’re gonna die. Sam will fix this.” She promise. “We’re getting out of here alive and if you say it now, you could regret it later.”

Dean groaned. “Urgh, dammit!” he cursed, before pulling the girl up so they were face to face and smashing her lips to his. Shocked by his actions, McKenly pulled away from Dean, holding herself against the wall they were leaning on. McKenly stared angrily away from his direction, thinking about what happened. She had been wanting him to do that since she got back. She wanted him to go and get her from South Dakota even though she told him not to. Dean made her heart beat out of her chest, just like it was then. Everything she felt wasn’t just because they were falling from the sky.

The exact same thing could be said about Dean. He really cared about McKenly, but he wasn’t sure exactly what it was quite yet. He liked kissing her, but she was right. They didn’t need their “relationship” to get in the way of their job. He didn’t regret kissing her right then. If they were going to die, that’s how he wanted to go, showing her how he felt.

McKenly sighed and shook her head, trying to get out of her thoughts. Light flashed outside like lightening. The plane steadied itself and began flying at a normal angle. McKenly pushed herself off of the wall. “This is exactly what I didn’t want happening.” She said, before walking out through the curtain and joining Sam in the main airplane area. Dean still didn’t regret what he had done. He followed McKenly out to meet Sam. The three shared a look, thankful that everything was over.

~~~~~

The plane was turned around and went right back to wear it came from. Dean and McKenly couldn’t have gotten off the plane faster than they had. Even though that the plane was landed, they still felt as if it could take them up again and fly them into the ground. The three were just standing around, checking up to make sure that Amanda had kept to her made-up story to tell the cops. Dean looked to Sam, ignoring McKenly’s gaze. Dean wanted to get out of the airport but Sam was unconvinced that the demon just ‘happened’ to know about what happened with Jessica. But demons lie and its possible that they read minds. So it was just better if they had let it go.

Dean drove them to the airplane hangar to talk to Jerry and let him know that everything was back to normal. There would be no more plane crashes caused by the supernatural.

“Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do.” Jerry admitted. “A lot of people could have been killed. Your dad’s gonna be real proud.” McKenly looked away from him, not sure that her dad would be as proud of her for what she’s doing. His plan for her was probably college and a steady sort of job.

“We’ll see you around, Jerry.” Sam said, shaking Jerry’s hand. Dean shook his hand next then moved onto McKenly, who smiled as best she could. She still had the kiss between her and Dean in her mind.

“You know, Jerry,” Dean said, making the man stop on his way back inside the building. “I mean to ask you… How did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I’ve only had it for like six months.”

“Your dad gave it to me.” Jerry responded.

“What?” Sam asked.

“When did you talk to him?” Dean questioned.

“I didn’t exactly talk to him.” Jerry said. “I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call.” Sam and Dean nodded, while McKenly just stood there, wanting to leave. “Thanks again.” Jerry told them before walking away. Sam looked to Dean and McKenly with a look that they couldn’t read. Sam walked around to their side of the car.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Sam said. “I’ve called Dad’s number like fifty times.” McKenly rolled her eyes and took out her cell phone. “It’s been out of service.” McKenly dialed John’s number and put the call on speaker phone. It rang until the call hit his voicemail message.

“This is John Winchester. I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean, at 785-555-0179. He can help.” John’s voice assured. The three stood together for a minute before Sam angrily walked back to his side of the car, leaving Dean and McKenly alone outside of the car.

McKenly sighed. “Why doesn’t he just help them himself? In fact, why doesn’t he help us?”

Finally, since the kiss, Dean looked at her. “He’s looking for the thing that killed our parents, Ken, you know that.”

“I know, but we could help. I’m tired of doing these small jobs.”

Dean shook his head. “Are we ever going to talk about what happened?”

McKenly groaned. “No. I told you not to do anything.”

“You told me not to say anything.” He corrected.

“Same thing.” She snapped.

“I wasn’t just doing it cause I thought we were gonna die. I did it for the same reason I did last time. Because I care about you. I would do it again if you let me.” Dean moved a little closer to McKenly who’s heart was beating out of her chest. She noticed what was going on and took her own step back.

“I’m not doing this, Dean.” She sighed. “You and me are not going to work. I’m not gonna argue with you about this anymore. I don’t want what you think I want anymore. After what happened with Jason, there is absolutely no hope for me in having any sort of relationship when I’ve got this job. I’m sticking to the job. Focusing on it and finding the bastard that killed my parents.”

Dean nodded, even though he wasn’t happy. However, it was what she wanted and for now, he was going to go along with it, and work on making her see a completely different side of him.

~~~~~

McKenly was tired. She didn’t like arguing with Dean. She hadn’t slept since the airplane. Not that she hadn’t tried, but that she couldn’t. Her thoughts were just running wild through her mind. McKenly didn’t want to lie to Dean. She wanted him to kiss her again. But what she said was true. She couldn’t do the job thinking about a guy. They had to find John and the thing that killed her parents. If there was anything she really wanted, it was revenge. She wanted to look the thing in the eye while she killed it.

Sam started to move around in the front sleep. He was sleeping finally. According to Dean, he hadn’t gotten much sleep since he lost Jessica. It was understandable. Now, though, it looked as if he was having a nightmare. She leaned forward in her seat to talk to Dean. “Wake him up.” she told him.

“Why? He’s asleep.”

“Yeah, but he’s having a nightmare. You don’t sleep well, if you’re being haunted in your dreams.” Dean rolled his eyes, and woke him up anyway.

“Sam, wake up!” Dean shouted, shaking his brother. Sam sat up in his seat of the Impala, breathing heavily and looking around. Dean and McKenly were giving him odd looks, but were worried about him.

“I take it I was having a nightmare?” Sam guessed.

“Yeah.” Dean said, “another one.”

“Hey, at least I got some sleep.” Sam said, jokingly.

“It’s not funny, Sam.” McKenly told him. “We’re gonna have to talk about what’s going on with you. You can’t keep going on like this.”

Sam shook his head. “Are we here?” he asked, trying to divert the subject. McKenly sighed, giving up for now. She was very uncomfortable with how Sam had been acting for the past few days that she’d been back.

Dean nodded at Sam’s question. “Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio.”

Sam picked up the newspaper that was set up between the two on the seat. There was a picture of a man circled in the obituary section, the place where they found most of their cases. “So what do you think really happened to this guy?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “That’s what we’re gonna find out.” He settled his stuff down on the seat and pulled the handle on his door. “Let’s go.” He said to Sam and McKenly. The three of them entered the police station and down into the basement to the morgue, where they believed the body of their victim was. The three of them passed by an empty desk, Dean taking special note and looking at the name plate on the edge. The next desk wasn’t empty and had someone sitting behind it.

“Hey,” Dean called, friendly-like with a smile on his face.

“Can I help you?” the man asked, looking up at the three of them confused. McKenly stood towards the back, looking around the place, checking it out, just in case things went wrong.

“Yeah, We’re the uh, Med students.” Dean told the guy behind the desk.

The man seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. “Sorry?”

“Oh, Doctor Fliglavitch didn’t tell you?” Dean pointed to the other desk. “We talked to him on the phone. We’re from Ohio State. He was supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It’s for the paper that we’re writing.”

“Well, I’m sorry.” The man said. “He’s at lunch.”

“Oh…” Dean trailed. “Well, he said that he uh… Oh, well, you know, it doesn’t matter. You don’t mind just showing us the body, do you?”

“Doc, will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want.”

“An hour?” Dean asked. The way Dean was handling things, the three of them would never see the body. “We got to be heading back to Columbus by then.”

McKenly stepped forward and rolled her eyes. “Hey.” She said, sexily, leaning down over his desk, squishing her chest together to give him something to be distracted by. “Listen, we really need to see this body. If I don’t pass this paper, then I have to go through another semester of class with these douchebags feeling me up at every chance they get.” McKenly gestured with her head back to Sam and Dean. “Please?” she asked. The man swallowed, looking between McKenly’s face and her chest. He nodded, and pushed away from his desk.

“Follow me.” the man said. The man walked away and Sam followed after, but Dean stopped and grabbed McKenly’s arm.

“What she asked him?”

“Don’t do that again.” He said.

“You don’t own me. I can handle myself.”

“Well, fine. I’m asking you. Could you not do that again?”

McKenly shook her head at Dean. “Dean, as I recall you told me to do that. Back when we stopped at the motel? You said, flaunt my sexuality and I can get anything.” McKenly smirked and tilted her head to the side. “I’m only following your advice.” She left Dean to follow Sam and the morgue tech. She entered the next room where Sam was already questioning him.

“Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding.”

“More than that,” the tech said, creepily like he was excited about the gruesomeness. “They practically liquefied.” The man pulled the sheet from over the body. McKenly sucked in her breath a little disgusted by the sight of the man’s face in front of her. They were posing as med students though, so she had to keep her cool.

“Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did that to him?” Dean asked.

The morgue tech shook his head. “Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone.”

“What’s the official cause of death?” McKenly asked, holding her breath.

“Doc’s not sure. He’s thinking it was some sort of massive stroke, or maybe an aneurysm. Something burst up in there, that’s for sure.

“What do you mean?”

“Intense cerebral bleeding.” The morgue tech answered. “This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

Sam nodded. “But the eyes? What would cause something like that?”

“Capillaries can burst. I see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims.”

“Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?” Dean asked.

“That’s a first for me. But, hey, I’m not the doctor.”

“You think we could take a look at that police report? You know for our, uh, our paper?”

“I’m not really supposed to show you that.” the morgue tech said, then looking at McKenly, licking his lip.

“In your dreams, buddy.” McKenly groaned internally, not liking what he was probably thinking. Dean shifted nervously next to her, really wishing that he could reach out and beat the shit out of this guy. McKenly grabbed Dean’s arm, out of sight. “Money will have to do.” McKenly said, looking back at Sam, who reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a few twenties.

The three left after looking at the police report. Heading to the stairs, Sam wasn’t all that sure about their case. “This might not be one of ours. It could be just some freak medical thing.”

“How many times in Dad’s long and varied career has it actually been some freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?” Dean asked.

Sam sighed. “Almost never.”

“This is too weird, Sam.” McKenly said. “This has got to be one of ours. Eyes just don’t explode in someone’s head. I say that we go talk to the daughter and see if she noticed anything off about her father before it happened.”