The next day, Mackenzie sat in the waiting room of Dr. James Ellicott. She crossed her right leg over her left, then began to tap her right foot nervously as she looked around the brightly lit room. There wasn't much in the room- just a couch, coffee table and fake plant in the corner.

Biting her bottom lip, she glanced down at her hands which were resting in her lap. She messed with the bracelet on her wrist for a few minutes, then leaned forward to grab a magazine from the coffee table. Trying to distract her racing mind, she flipped through the pages, not really reading anything until she heard someone call her name.

Glancing up, she gave the doctor a polite smile, then stood up and dropped the magazine back on the table as she followed him into his office- which was about the same size as the room she just left.

"Thanks for seeing me on short notice." Mackenzie sat down on a couch similar to the one in the waiting area. She couldn't help but wonder if he bought 'em both at the same time- maybe even got a good deal for buying two at once, then quickly shook her head as she realized she was getting distracted from the job she was sent to do.

"No problem," Dr. Ellicott said kindly to her earlier comment as he sat in a chair across from her and waited for her to speak.

Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced around the room feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't really big on sharing her feelings, especially to a psychiatrist but unfortunately, she lost against Sam in 'rock, paper, scissors' or he would be the one sitting here right now.

Spying a plaque on the wall with his name on it, she feigned surprise. "Ellicott...that name. Wasn't there a Dr. Sandford Ellicott?" She turned to look at him. "I think he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."

"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?" he asked confused.

"I'm just a bit of a local history buff," she lied, then paused for a moment, pretending to be in deep thought. "Wasn't there an incident or something? In the hospital, the south wing?"

"We're supposed to be talking about you, you know?" he reminded her as he flashed her a kind smile.

"Right, sorry."

"So, how are things?"

"Good, great even. Pretty much perfect," she said with a fake smile.

"If things are so great, Mackenzie, why are you here? What have you been doing?" Dr. Ellicott asked, hoping to get her to open up. She wouldn't be the first one who was hesitant to speak up, but he was patient enough to wait.

"Not a lot, just road tripping with my ex-boyfriend and his brother," Mackenzie answered. She thought about it for a moment, then began to ramble, "Well I guess he's not really an ex-boyfriend. We just hooked up once- two years ago, so I guess ex-fling would be the right word."

"Is that all you see him as? Just a fling? Or was he more?" he asked.

"He's just a guy, Doc," she answered, trying to convince herself more than him. She cleared her throat, then desperately tried to change the subject. "So the south wing? What exactly happened again?"

"If you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot," he pointed out.

"Right, of course, the riot. I-I remember...it's just...my memory of it is a little fuzzy," she stuttered. She flashed him a smile. "Could you just refresh my memory a little."

Letting out a sigh, he leaned toward her. "Cut the bull, Mackenzie, you're avoiding the subject."

"What subject?" she asked confused. She didn't realize there was a subject, she was just there to get information.

"You." Sitting back in the chair, he shifted the notebook around on his lap. "Now I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself."

He waited for a moment, waiting for her to nod her head to accept the deal before he began to question her.

"Like uh, this ex-fling you're road tripping with. How do you feel about him?"

Mackenzie looked at the doctor with wide eyes as she opened and closed her mouth with no words forming. She honestly wasn't sure how she felt about Dean anymore.

Two years ago she would have said without hesitation that she loved him- if she was being honest, she had loved him since she was twelve and they ran into each other in the library. She never thought she was the type that believed in love at first sight until it happened to her. Some might argue and say she was too young to know what love was back then, they would tell her it was just a case of puppy love, but she knew better.

Those feelings only intensified when she ran into him again ten years later. She thought she was in the middle of a dream that day when she looked into those familiar green eyes and felt a fluttering in her stomach. Then, just when she thought things couldn't get better she lost her virginity to him and it was better than anything she could have imagined, but then it was like the world just couldn't let her be happy.

After one incredible night and day together, he didn't show up at the library to meet her and her heart shattered. And don't even get her started on what happened once she made it back to the motel and she found her father dead on the floor. The world had a funny way of knocking her down once she was already as low as she thought she could go.

Now here she was, two years later, and her path has crossed with Dean again. She joined him and his brother on the road, meaning she was having to spend time with him on and off- one of those times resulted in him kissing her, and as much as she hated to admit it, she really enjoyed that kiss. Maybe she was just a glutton for punishment or something. She couldn't help but think that there was something definitely wrong with her.

"It's okay, take your time," Dr. Ellicott said as he noticed she had a hard time sorting out her feeling.

With a sigh, Mackenzie sat back on the couch, this session was going to take longer than she thought.

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After what felt like forever, Mackenzie finally walked out of the doctor's office in a daze. She had so many thoughts racing through her head, she didn't notice Dean leaning against the wall by the front door waiting for her.

"Hey!" Dean pushed away from the wall and scrambled to catch up with her. Realizing she wasn't going to answer him, he rolled his eyes thinking she was ignoring him on purpose. He let out a whistle before calling out her name, pulling her from her jumbled thoughts.

Turning around slowly, she was surprised to see the man who was weighing heavily on her mind. She wasn't sure if she could face him right now- she was too raw and emotional to deal with him.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of all the confusion in her mind. "What are you doing here? Where's Sam?"

"We tried to see what we could find from the local library, but came up short," he explained. "So he dropped me off here to wait for you, while he grabbed some food. He's gonna meet us back at the motel...which he's probably already at since you took so long."

"Sorry, I was getting information," she mumbled not realizing he was just teasing her. Wrapping her arms around herself, she remembered how the session with Dr. Ellicott went. It definitely didn't go the way she had planned- the last thing she wanted to do was talk about Dean, but that was all the doctor wanted to talk about.

Noticing she was looking anywhere but at him, Dean flashed her a concerned look. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Mackenzie answered, still refusing to look at him- instead she kept her eyes on a huge tree over his shoulder. She was thankful the leaves had begun to change, she didn't want to think about how sometimes his eyes resembled the green on the leaves.

"Hey, look at me," Dean said, his tone low and gentle, causing a shiver down her spine. Realizing she wasn't going to look at him on her own, he lightly grabbed her chin, turning her head toward him. Looking into her dark brown eyes, he lightly stroked her chin. "Are you okay, Kenz?"

Mackenzie pulled in a shaky breath and wanted to break eye contact, but she couldn't. She couldn't stop herself from staring into those damn green eyes- the ones that have haunted her dreams more times than she could count lately. She knew she should take a step back, especially when he took a step toward her, but she felt like she couldn't move. She really hated herself because in this moment, she wanted to open her mouth and spill everything- tell him every single thing she was feeling, but she knew that would be a huge mistake.

The longer she stayed silent, he couldn't stop himself from letting go of her chin and laying a hand on the side of her face. A soft smile appeared on his face when she slowly closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He swallowed hard and lightly ran his thumb over her bottom lip, causing her lips to part and a soft puff of air to escape.

Taking another step toward her, he rested his forehead against hers before closing his eyes along with her. He couldn't help but think about how much he missed this- being this close to her and feeling that connection with her he felt years ago. There was something about her that has been drawing him in since he was a kid.

Laying a hand on the back of her neck, he lightly rubbed it to comfort her, hearing her let out a content sigh; like whatever was bothering her was escaping her mind and she could finally relax. In this moment, she was basically putty in his hands and she was actually okay with that.

"Kenz?" Dean whispered.

"Hm?" Mackenzie whispered back with a soft smile. She was enjoying his touch, his comfort and his warm breath against her face.

"I-I...um...I..." he began to say until his cell phone rang and broke the moment between them.

Taking a quick step back from her, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and was silently grateful for the interruption. He had no idea what he was actually going to say to her. Maybe he was going to start by telling her how much he missed her or maybe tell her how much he needed her- neither one would be a good idea though. All that would do would open up old wounds and cause more heartache.

"Hello?" Dean placed the phone to his ear.

"Hey, did you two find out anything yet?" Sam asked over the phone.

"Yeah, actually, Kenzie was about to fill me in," Dean said, then glanced over at the girl in question. "Hold on I'll put you on speaker."

"Hey, Sam," Mackenzie called out after he hit the speaker button and held the phone out toward her.

"Hey, Kenzie, what did you find out?" Sam questioned.

"Okay, so, the south wing, it's where they housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane," Mackenzie explained. "And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff, attacked each other."

"So the patients took over the asylum? Any deaths?" Sam asked, already thinking maybe one of the patient's spirit was the thing they were hunting.

"Yes, and yes," Mackenzie answered. "Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory, some of the bodies were never even recovered. Including our chief of staff, Ellicott."

"Whoa, what do you mean 'never recovered'?" Dean questioned.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden," Mackenzie answered.

"That's grim," Dean mumbled.

"Yeah. So, they transferred all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down," Mackenzie finished, letting them know that was all she learned.

"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies.," Dean pointed out.

"And a bunch of angry spirits," Sam added.

"Yep, pretty much," Mackenzie stated.

"Awesome," Dean said sarcastically, then added, "So I guess after dark, we'll check out the hospital."

"Sounds like a plan," Sam said, as Mackenzie nodded her head in agreement.

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