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She didn't mean to get so… distracted.

Yet again, three days cooped up in Chris' house was exactly what she was needing. The easy company, the enjoyment, the sex. It was better than therapy.

When they finally decided to put some clothes on and head down the creaky oak stairs, laughing to themselves as they flirted, they noticed Pastor Jim sitting in his rocking chair, casually cleaning an axe.

"Uh… d-dad" Chris spluttered, glancing down to make sure his fly was up, "what-what are you doing here?"

"I live here son" Jim smirked as Mackenzie tried to stop her sniggers, "nice to see you again Mackenzie"

"You too pastor Jim" she smiled friendly, pretending to tip an imaginary hat, "fun hunt?"

"Not as fun as you two presumably had" He remarked with a sly, humorous spark in his gaze and she could feel Chris seizing up next to her, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.

"Dad" Chris whined, "stop"

Pastor Jim held up his hands, coincidentally lifting the axe as well, "relax son-" and if Mackenzie didn't know he was messing around, his presence could be interpreted as threatening, "-take a joke"

"Yeah Chris-" Mackenzie played along, nudging his arm, "-take a joke, Jesus" before pursing her lips at Pastor Jim, "-I mean, praise the lord, Jesus and the holy spirit"

Pastor Jim just smiled kindly, "any plans you two?"

"Well I got to dash" she stepped forward and grabbed a banana off his coffee table, "I got a little, um, waylaid-" she smirked to herself, remembering all the unholy things Chris and herself had just done, "-but gotta hit the road. Try and catch a case"

"Need some company?" Chris asked, his adorable brown hair falling a little in front of his eyes but she shook her head, patting his chest.

"I'm good, don't want to risk that pretty face of yours getting damaged" she remarked lightly, tapping his cheek before leaning up and kissing it tenderly.

"Oh and-" she turned to Pastor Jim, pointing a finger at him, "-if you happen to talk to any member of my family, no I haven't been here, no you haven't seen me and-"

"-no I don't know where you are or what plans you have" Jim re-enacted perfectly, used to her spiel by now, "don't worry, my lips are sealed sweetheart"

She nodded in appreciation, "thank you, catch you both later"

Chris walked her to the door though, tucking some loose hair behind her ear, "I'm only a phone call away if you need me"

"I know" she smiled, falling deep into those crystal clear eyes that she could lose herself in forever, "you're the one person I can count on right now"

He smiled sadly, "you have your brothers too, you know"

"Don't ruin these amazing last three days we had by bringing up them" she warned lightly, but her tone held something much more ferocious bubbling beneath the surface, "not yet, I can't deal with it"

"Okay, okay" he soothed, sliding his hands through her long loose hair, tilting her head forward so he could press a delicate kiss along her hairline, "my bad. No mention of dickhead brothers"

She chuckled, slapping his chest playfully, "exactly" smiling goofily like a little kid at a theme park, "but seriously, thank you. I didn't realise how much I needed that"

"Anytime" he winked flirtatiously, "drive safe"

As she walked away from the secluded house she turned around, quirking a brow, "really? With everything we do, you're concerned about my driving?"

"Well you do drive like a maniac" he laughed, "are you sure you actually passed your driving test?"

"Oh shut up" she flipped him the bird playfully, pulling her car door open, "I can ride my car perfectly amazingly, just like how I ride you"

"Oooooh" was the last thing she heard, followed by an amused laugh as she started up the engine and left him in the dust, not so secretly watching his figure hovering by the door, making sure she left in one piece and couldn't stop the giddy smile tugging at her lips.

He just made her happy. He brought out this innocent, goofy side to her that not many people saw these days. When she was around him, the constant emotional pain she was in was dampened, like he was her very own pain relief. They were just great companions and a great team, and she missed him when he wasn't near her.

But hey - just friends, right?

Hunters didn't really do relationships. It just got too messy and complicated and pressurised. Living on the road, the constant stress, the disagreements… it wasn't exactly healthy. And being a hunter was dangerous work… imagine falling for someone, building that unbreakable connection only for something terrible to happen to that other person. It was heart wrenching just imagining it.

So yes, they were just really good, really close – in more than one way – friends. And it worked for them. Just now, at least. And just now was all that really mattered.

She drove across states from Minnesota to Indiana, a long drive that lasted well into the early hours of the night but she didn't mind, listening to music and doing well over the speed limit, stopping at random gas stations to fill up and get snacks.

The reason for Indiana was because she heard there may be a case. A radio station spoke about girls and women going missing from a small town near Lafayette and she thought "hm, could be interesting" so high tailed it over there asap.

It was too late to do much and she was seriously sleep deprived but she decided to hit up the areas the women were last seen after finding a dingy motel in the area. Turned out, last place they were seen were at a bar.

How cliché.

Yet she wasn't complaining – she could really use a drink right about now.

Turned out, she needed ten.

She didn't realise how stressed she had been with seeing her brothers again until she sat down and thought about it. She had been keeping them away for so long, that meeting in with them again – especially Dean – was hard work. Interacting with them, being civil, hiding and closing herself off was difficult. Too difficult.

When she glanced up, there were only a few remaining people in the bar – mainly older, middle aged trucker type men and a couple of bar staff and when she glanced at the clock it was soon turning three.

No luck tonight. She didn't have her thinking, detective hat on anyway. Plus she was kind of drunk – not exactly prime hunter material. She picked herself up off the bar stool and headed out the door, the cool night air hitting her square in the face and making her stumble before she found her balance, grabbing a hold of the wall.

And just like the others, she vanished. Gone in the blink of an eye. Like the wind carried her far far away. Only no one noticed straight away, not like they did with the others. She was lost and no one even knew they had to find her.

Chris was a worrier. Not about a lot of things, but the things he did worry about he worried a lot. Take his dad for example – he was always concerned over losing him, that one day he would walk out the door and never come back. The nature of the job, yes, but something he had still yet to accept.

He and Ze – Mackenzie – could go a week without talking. Maybe two. Life got busy, and when they were states away from each other with people they were trying to save, it was understandable. But they always tried to send each other a text, just to check in. And his last twenty-seven texts had gone unanswered.

He was way past concerned. He was freaking the hell out.

He paced the length of his empty and bare Livingroom countless times, his nimble fingers spinning his cell phone nervously in the palm of his hand as he debated dialling a number.

Mackenzie would hate him for it, especially if it turned out he was just jumping to conclusions, but it had been five weeks. Five weeks of no contact. He needed help.

He immediately scrolled down to Dean's name, deciding he would rather Mackenzie be safe and mad at him as he waited for him to answer, his right foot tapping the ground nervously.

He heard a click, followed by a gruff "Chris?" and thanked his lucky stars the older hunter answered.

"Uh yeah, hey" he greeted, "sorry to just call out of the blue but uh… where are you?"

"Not far from you actually – we just ganked a ghost, why didn't you take care of it? Losing your touch?" Dean joked but Chris was too worried and stressed to go along with Dean's joke, blowing out a long anxious breath.

"Can you come around?" he asked, "it's important"

He heard Dean pause, mulling over what he had said and inhaled sharply, "sure. Be there within the hour"

They hung up and Chris shuffled about his house waiting for the two Winchesters to show up. He was sure it had to have been at least ten years since they had visited the house, their dads growing apart and the kids – them – growing apart too.

He heard the familiar growl of the impala outside and hurried outside to the porch, watching the two brothers pull themselves from the car and walk towards him.

"Everything okay Chris?" Sam enquired, his brows furrowing as his long strides overtook Dean's, "what's going on?"

He was suddenly lost for words, staring between the two Winchesters and just knew they – well, Dean – were going to give him absolute hell. The Winchesters went ape shit over family.

"Uh… look-" he opened with, "-I made a promise okay? I made a promise to your sister not to tell you anything-" he noticed Dean's eyebrows shoot up, his lips making a hard thin line, "-and I want to stick to it for her sake but I'm worried about her"

"Why?" Sam asked innocently, "have you two been in contact this whole time?"

Much more than contact, he thought, but decided it was best they never know about that.

"She needed someone" he said quietly, seeing from the corner of his eye Dean quietly fuming, his face twisted into anger, "I kept an eye on her, that's all. But I haven't heard anything in over a month… not long after you guys saw her"

"And you're only telling us now?" Dean growled, taking a purposeful step forward but Sam grabbed the arm of his leather jacket and kept him still, "what the hell?"

"I know" Chris rushed out, "but she really really didn't want you guys knowing where she was or what she was doing. It was the one thing she insisted upon. I couldn't betray her like that"

"Shut up Dean" Sam cut off his brother before he had a chance to swear and curse at curse, "did she say where she was going?"

Chris shrugged, "no – she just left here and that was it"

Dean let out a gruff snort, "and why was she here?"

He froze, slipping up and making a mistake right in front of two very big and very strong brothers.

"Um… uh… we were uh… we had to… eh…"

"It's not important" Sam said rationally, "what's important is Kez is missing"

"I swear to god if anything has happened to her-" Dean pointed a threatening, angry finger at Chris, "-I'm going to blame you. I knew she would be better sticking with us, at least we would know how to keep her safe"

Chris deflated a little, "I wasn't her keeper. She's her own woman, I was just making sure she could trust at least one person in her life"

It was a low blow, but he didn't like getting all the blame put on him. Especially not from Dean.

"Stop" Sam shouted, stepping in front of Dean before he could rush Chris, "Dean, get in the car. Chris, do the same. You're going to tell us everything that's happened these past eight months, and if you miss a single detail… next time, I won't stop Dean"

A/N a little short but I need to know people are still reading lol ooooh, will this be the event that brings them all back together? What could have happened to Mackenzie? Let me know what you think and please please review and I shall see you all super soon xxx