After finishing the pizzas, Sam and Mackenzie continued to sit in the pizzeria to catch up with each other. Sam told her about his college life and then losing his girlfriend the same way he lost his mom. He then explained how he left that life behind to hit the road with Dean to look for their father.

Mackenzie told him about some of the cases she had been on the last few years but left out her past with Dean and her father's death. It wasn't that she didn't trust Sam or anything, she just wasn't ready to talk about the second worst day of her life- the first being losing her mother and baby sister all those years ago.

After realizing they lost track of time and a couple of hours had passed, they stood up from the table and agreed it was time to head back to the motel. The two argued briefly on who would pay until she suggested they flip a coin. He laughed, then called heads when she flipped a quarter in the air before catching it.

Seeing that he won- meaning she had to pay- she flashed him a smug smile before she dropped some money on the table. He offered to pay for her motel room since she paid for the pizza, which caused another playful argument between the two when they walked out of the restaurant.

As soon as they arrived back at the motel, the next few minutes were spent renting a room for Mackenzie. She had the option to rent the room beside the brothers or taking one several rooms away. She picked the latter, causing Sam to shoot her a bored look, earning an innocent shrug back from her. He shook his head, realizing she wasn't kidding before about wanting to stay away from Dean.

After getting her settled in the room, Sam made his way down to his own room- knowing he needed to tell Dean about asking her to join them. He figured it was best to just get it out in the open, like ripping off a band-aid, he just hoped it was easier to convince him than it was her.

Hearing the motel door crack open, Dean glanced at the time on the alarm clock beside his bed- something he had been doing every few minutes since Sam left with Mackenzie. He scoffed when he saw how much time had passed.

He knew he shouldn't let it bother him, Mackenzie was just a fling from his past. He obviously meant nothing to her, so she meant nothing to him, but he couldn't deny it got under his skin that she just spent so much time with his brother when all he got was a sore jaw from the punch she gave him earlier in the woods.

"How was your date?" he asked sarcastically when Sam walked into the room.

"It wasn't a date, Dean, and you know that." He rolled his eyes and sat down on the end of the other bed to remove his shoes.

"I'm just saying be careful with her." Dean flipped through channels on the television, hoping he sounded nonchalant since on the inside he was a mess. His mind was racing and his stomach was churning at the thought of the two together.

"It was nothing like that, I just wanted to catch up with her...that's all," Sam explained. "But there is something I wanted to talk to you about." He turned to face his brother, then lowered his head for a moment and ran a hand through his hair as a nervous gesture.

"Don't tell me you screwed her too?" He sat up in bed. The feeling in his stomach intensified when his mind imagined a quick flash of the two in bed together. He told himself that meant nothing though, he was just looking out for his brother- the anger he felt was not jealousy.

"What? No." He jerked his head up. Realizing what his brother said, he added, "Wait, what do you mean 'too'? Did you do it with Kenzie?"

"'Do it'?" he repeated with a mocking tone. "What are we in second grade or something? You can't say the word sex?" He shot him a serious look. "You know, they say if you can't say the word, that means you're not old enough to be having it, Sammy."

"Shut up." Sam scoffed with an eye roll. "You know what I mean, did you have sex with Kenzie or something? When would that have even happened?"

"Who said it did happen?" Dean questioned, trying to confuse him.

"But, you just said-"

"What did you need to talk about?" he cut him off, quickly changing the subject.

Shaking his head, Sam decided to drop it for now, and instead decided to get to the point. "I asked Kenzie to join us on the road."

"Let me guess...she said no because Daddy wouldn't approve." Dean turned his attention back to the television and began to channel surf again- hoping the activity would help distract him from the many thoughts running through his head at the moment.

"No, actually, she said she yes." Sam smiled.

Turning his eyes toward his brother, he couldn't stop the bitter tone in his voice, "Well, imagine that. Little Sammy asks her to hit the road with him and she jumps at the chance."

"Come on, Dean, what's the problem here?" he asked confused when Dean tossed the remote aside and stood up from the bed. "We're looking for Dad and could use some help. I mean, three pairs of eyes are better than two, right? Plus she needs help too."

"Help with what?" Dean lowered his eyebrows in concern. He couldn't help but wonder what she needed help with. She never mentioned needing help with anything two years ago- other than the way her father treated her, but he tried to help her with that by inviting her to leave with him, but apparently, he was the wrong brother to be asking.

"I can't say, I'm sorry." Sam shook his head. He didn't want to betray Mackenzie by telling Dean- he felt like it was up to her to tell Dean when she felt comfortable doing so.

"So you two have secrets now? That's just great." He snatched up his jacket and began to walk toward the door. He suddenly felt the need to get away; he needed to get away from his brother, from Mackenzie, and all the confusing thoughts in his head.

He had already hated the thought of them spending hours together eating pizza; now apparently in that time, the two become like two giggly girls passed secrets between each other and making plans for her to join them on the road.

Two years ago, he had spent- what he thought was a passionate night with her, followed by a great day exploring the town they were in. He was doing things he had never done before with a girl because of the intense feelings he felt for her. In that short time, he thought they had connected and bonded- something else he had never done before- but then in a flash, she was gone; like none of that even mattered...like he didn't matter.

"Where are you going?" Sam stood up from the bed, a confused look on his face. He knew something had happened between the two, he still wasn't sure what yet, but he didn't expect this kind of reaction out of his brother. It was almost like he felt offended that she agreed to leave with them.

"Out," Dean simply stated as he jerked the door open.

Sam opened his mouth to comment, but before he could utter a word, Dean had walked out and slammed the door behind him- putting their conversation to an end.

Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, he shoving anything he was thinking or feeling down. He was too sober to deal with this right now.

With that thought in mind, he began to walk across the parking lot, remembering seeing a small rundown bar across the street from their motel. The only thought he allowed himself to have was wondering what to drink- preferably something that would get him drunk fast.

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After many strong drinks, Dean walked out of the bar and blew out a breath. He had hoped getting drunk would help him get Mackenzie out of his mind, but he was wrong. If anything, it made him think of her more- which he chalked up to because they had started their night that time in a bar and now he was in a similar one.

He tried to push her out of his mind as he played a few rounds of pool, but that didn't work either. He even tried to flirt with a couple of different girls- one even offered him a night he would never forget, but he couldn't stop thinking of a certain brunette and compare her to this other girl as she suggestively ran a hand up his thigh.

Flashing the girl a smile, he laid a hand on top of hers to stop her, then brushed her hand from his leg as he politely turned down her request. Ignoring the childish pout on her face, he tossed some money down on the bar, then stood up from the stool and headed for the door.

Stumbling slightly, he quickly caught himself, then began to walk back toward the motel. Kicking a can across the empty parking lot, he raised his head to see how close he was to the motel room, then paused for a moment when he caught a glimpse of Mackenzie as she walked past several rooms heading for her own down the covered walkway.

For a moment, he wondered if his drunk mind had conjured her up. He couldn't stop himself from eyeing her lean legs in a pair of short black shorts. He swallowed hard, feeling a tightening in his pants when his eyes roamed up her body to the oversized t-shirt she was wearing- one side had fallen off of her shoulder, giving him a peck of her smooth skin, and he suddenly remembered the night his lips were against that shoulder as he tasted her skin and heard her breath out his name.

He knew he was probably about to make a huge mistake, but he couldn't stop himself from jogging over to her. He called out her name, seeing her look out at the dark parking lot. When her eyes landed on him, they widen for a moment in surprise, then quickly narrowed as she shot him a look.

"Hey," he greeted as he came to a stop in front of her.

"Hi," she mumbled back, wondering what the hell he wanted.

"What you doing?" he questioned, then held back a groan at how lame he sounded.

"Getting ice." She held up the off-white bucket that was now filled with ice. She watched him closely for a moment, wondering what he was up to- she found it hard to believe he approached her just to ask what she was doing when the answer was obvious.

Slipping his hands in his pockets, Dean stood in front of her and just looked at her while memories of two years ago hit him all at once. He was overcome by several emotions at once as he remembered how excited he was when he ran into her again outside a library. Then how nervous he was later when he left to meet her at the bar, followed by anger and concern when he found her drunk and dancing on a bar while a group of men gawked at her.

He remembered going back to his motel room and the two had a moment, then all the intense feelings that hit him when the night took a turn and the two were tumbling onto the bed, where they couldn't keep their hands or lips off of each other. As sappy as it sounded, he never forgot that time with her, and it wasn't just about the sex, it was the next day too when the two went out to explore the town and just enjoyed each other's company.

But then he remembered what happened next. He had asked her to leave with him and he had been hopeful that she would choose him; he was hopeful that she was having the same feelings that he had, that the time they spent together had meant just as much to her as it did him, but when the time came, she left with her father and crushed his heart.

Now here she was again- their paths had crossed again and she has even agreed to join them on the road this time around, only it wasn't him that had asked, and that thought bothered him more than he cared to admit.

"So I hear you're hitting the road with me and Sammy for a secret mission I'm not allowed to know," he said, the bitterness in his tone evident.

"I'm not doing this with you right now, Dean." She sighed, then turned to continue walking to her motel room.

She heard Dean's footsteps coming up behind her, but she ignored him as she placed the ice bucket against her side and wrapped an arm around it while she reached out her other hand to stick the key in the lock.

"Kenz, wait," he breathed out and reached out to grab her arm, turning her to face him. He released her and held up his hands. "You're right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have." She shook her head. "Plus, there's no secret mission, Dean. I wasn't even going to say yes, but Sam made some good points, so I finally agreed."

"Yeah, Sammy's good at that," he said sarcastically. "He hits you with those puppy dogs eyes and it's hard to say no. Trust me, sweetheart, you're not the first to fall for it."

Realizing he had the wrong idea about her and Sam, but not in the mood to correct him, she rolled her eyes and turned back toward the door. "Again, I'm not doing this with you."

"Wait, wait, Kenz." He grabbed her arm to turn her back toward him again.

"What, Dean? What do you want?" she snapped, getting tired of the back and forth with them. It was already hard being around him- remembering all that happened between them and thinking they had something special between them, only to have her heart broken when he didn't show up the next day to leave with her.

"You," he mumbled, the drunk side of him taking over as his eyes dropped down to look at her lips. "I want you, Kenz."

She opened her mouth to speak, her voice going out when his eyes slammed into hers- the color of them darken like the night he kissed her and took her virginity. Without a word, he laid a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her toward him as he captured her lips for a heated kiss.

Laying her free hand on his chest, she had planned to push him back, but instead, she heard the bucket hit the ground as she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. It was like she had no control over herself; her mind went blank and her heart took over.

In the two years they had been apart, Dean had kissed many other girls as he tried to forget how it felt to kiss her. It took time, but he had finally convinced himself that it didn't feel as good as he thought. He told himself he just got caught up in the moment with her back then, there was no way her kiss had affected him the way he thought.

But now that he was kissing her again, he knew he would never be able to convince himself of that again. Kissing her was like coming across a storm; you knew you should seek shelter to escape the wild chaos it caused, but there was also a sense of calmness and you've never felt more alive.

She couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping her lips when she felt him grab her leg and hook it around his waist. She felt him grin against her neck before he pushed his hips toward her, letting her feel exactly what she did to him. She couldn't deny that the thought of being with him again did cross her mind in this moment, but she knew that would only cause more problems between them.

She breathed out his name, trying to stop him, but it came out as a moan instead when she felt him run his fingertips down her outer thigh before he slipped them under the leg of her shorts to grab her butt. The feel of his hand on her bare skin causing a familiar fluttering in her stomach.

Feeling his other hand leave her hip, she heard him unlocking the door and pushing it open. When he began to lead her inside, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back out.

"Wait, Dean, we can't do this."

"Why not?" He laid his hands on her hips and took a step forward to kiss her again.

Pushing him away again, she pointed out, "Because you're obviously drunk and just want to hook up with someone, but I'm not going to be some girl you screw."

"You were two years ago," he said without thinking.

"Goodbye, Dean." She scoffed, then pushed him further away from her, not wanting to be near him after that comment.

Leaning down she jerked up the ice bucket and groaned when she realized most of the ice had spilled out when she dropped it. She hoped what was left would be enough for the night, she didn't feel like going all the way back to the other side of the motel for more.

She turned toward the door to walk in, then felt him grab her arm to turn her toward him as an apology spilled from his lips. He didn't mean to say what he did- the comment was something else he could blame on the liquor he had earlier.

"I'm getting a little tired of apologizes tonight, Dean," she pointed out.

"Look, believe it or not, I don't like fighting with you, so I'm sorry for the way I acted," he said sincerely.

Mackenzie was quiet for a moment, wondering if there was something else he was going to apologize for- like standing her up two years ago.

When he didn't say anything else, she raised her eyebrows. "And?"

"And what?" he asked confused.

"Anything else you want to apologize for?"

"No, anything you want to apologize for?" he questioned, wondering if she would apologize for choosing her asshole father over him.

"Nope." She shook her head.

Releasing a breath, he turned his head away from her in thought. He had two options now- he could say screw it and just walk away, it was obvious she was never going to apologize for what she did, or he could try to push that aside and offer to start over.

His stubborn side wanted to walk away, but when he turned his head back to look at her, he felt like he couldn't move away from her.

It didn't matter that her lips were set in a hard line and her chest was rapidly rising and falling as she tried to control her anger at him, cause when he stared into her dark eyes, he saw that glimpse of the girl he bumped into years ago. In that moment he realized he couldn't walk away, because honestly, he didn't want to lose her from his life a third time.

He couldn't help but wonder how many more chances were they gonna get to make things right.

"Look, Kenz, why don't we just put everything aside and try to get along since we're going to be working together?" His plan was if they could just get along for now, maybe after working together for a while, they could at least become friends one day.

"Okay," she agreed after a few silent minutes. A secret smile appeared on her face. "Starting tomorrow, we'll get along."

"Why tomorrow?" he asked confused.

Running a hand down his chest, she stopped when her hand hit the waistband of his jeans. She leaned toward him and softly said, "'Cause tonight there's something I really want to do to you. Something that I think you need."

"Really? And what is that?" he asked with a grin, thinking she was having second thoughts about turning him down.

She smirked and leaned in more, her lips were only inches from his when she whispered, "I think you need to cool down."

He looked at her confused until he felt her pull on his pants and pour ice down them. He cried out in pain when the cold water and ice hit his private parts then run down his legs.

"Damn it, Kenz!" He reached down his pants to pull out as much ice as he could, but the damage has already been done.

"Oops, sorry. It slipped," she said innocently.

Turning toward her room, she walked inside and couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping her lips when she heard Dean yelling and cursing outside her door. She knew her antics were childish, but couldn't deny it felt good as hell.

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A/N; Big thanks to everyone reading!

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