Carry On Wayward Son {Kay and Ben}

The scent of burning flesh and blood was heady in the muggy air; so thick that he could almost taste it. He had to bite back the instinctive urge to turn away, to vomit, and focus on the job at hand. The man beneath him writhed, screaming, pulling against the ropes that bound him to the chair he'd been secured to. The fiery brand pressed against the skin of his neck made a sizzling sound, as the hot metal happily singed through flesh and muscle. "I don't know who's holding the contract!" The man in front of him screamed, trying to escape the pain of the charmed brand. "I swear to God! I don't know anything! Please, please, stoooop!" The sound of the pained howl cut through the damp warehouse, echoing. Ben winced at the sound; it cut through his head sharper than the smell of blood and gore. He had to hand it to these evil fuckers; they were like cockroaches when it came to having their parts ripped off. Even with only half a leg still attached, his insides leaking out and now, the flesh being burnt from his neck, he was still moving around; still conscience. For a brief second, he wondered if the man inside, the real man, could feel everything that was being done to his body. But the thought was immediately swatted away, his initial goal the only important thing in his mind. He needed answers. Demons had those answers. He would do whatever it took to get his brother back. Even if it meant sending his own ass to hell in the process. With a mercilessness that he'd never known he possessed, Ben looked down at the demon cooly. "Fine," He said in a toneless voice. "Then you're useless to me." A scream of denial replaced the pained howls from before, and black eyes widened sickeningly at the Latin weapon being used against it. Shortly after, with the spent body of the previously possessed man tucked away under a tarp in the back of the warehouse, Ben looked up at the sky with a sigh. The sun was almost ready to rise; he would have to get out of there, before the work crew arrived to do whatever they did in the warehouse. They'd be finding one hell of a surprise, when they got there. Ben: Absently, he looked down at his red stained hands and bloodied clothes. Spotting a spigot off to the side of the building, he let the water run over his hands and arms until the ground below his feet was stained red. And still, he didn't feel anything. It had been almost two weeks since he'd watched his brother die, and still, he couldn't find the demon who'd stolen his soul. It was as if the fucker had gone into hiding; not even bartering at the nearest crossroads had done the trick, as irritating as it was. So, he searched, capturing any mid-level demon he could find, in an attempt to work the information out of them. But he was no closer to the truth, than he'd been before Ryder's time had run out. Watching the blood sink into the dirt, he couldn't help but picture Simi's face in his mind; the anger, the grief. She'd blamed him for her husband's death, and rightly so. He could have done more, could have saved him. But he hadn't. Then, there had been bringing the news home. At first, Dean had just stared at him; old ghosts of his own experiences rising in his mind. He would never get the sounds that his mother made out of his head...or the devastated look on Chey's face. He'd left the house shortly after; tearing off in the Impala without a word. His cell phone beeped at his side, as if reminding him of the many messages his family had left him, but he ignored it. He had more pressing matters to deal with. Someone had to pay for all this pain. He wouldn't rest until they had. [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

Ever since Christmas, life was becoming more and more stressful with all her family and friends. Christmas was where they learned of Ryder’s deal and now the clock was up. He was dead they didn’t find the right answers in time and he is gone. Her cousin is hurting and so are many of her family and friends. It was a vicious circle all over again with the Winchester clan something their father and uncle couldn’t protect them from at all. Her life was far from perfect. She has tried to get out of the hunting world and do her own thing, but she always tended to get roped back into it one way or another. It really sucked, but hell she is a Rhys- Damara and had close affiliation with the Winchesters, and was a cousin to the James brood. Makayla heard threw the grapevine that Benjamin Winchester seen his own flesh and blood brother die right before his eyes as the hell hounds had torn Ryder to pieces as if her were a rag doll and after breaking the news to the family took off in a massive huff with his panties in a wad well maybe it wasn’t said exactly that, but it is what she had imagined. Which she knew that wasn’t good. She tried to stop him from making his own deal on Christmas was she going to have to find him and stop him yet again? She had even tried calling him a few times to see if he is okay. She wanted to stay in the loop. It was a rough ordeal to deal with and his family and some of hers would need all the support they could have. She could be cruel and heartless at times, but he was practically family and it hurt that her family and friends were suffering none of them deserved this. Ryder made a simple mistake and now he was gone. Gone so fast before they could get the right answers. Two weeks had passed and she had been trying to find the missing in action Winchester. She figured he’d go looking for answers and tried to catch him at some crossroads bars. He would ignore her calls and that was starting to tick her off. She put out a call to some contacts of hers and told her to ring if they seen him and if she has a general direction he headed she could cut him off at the nearest bar close to a crossroad. She knew he was in pain and part of it was killing her that he was suffering alone and he shouldn’t broody mc brood pants needed a shoulder to lean on. She would get him to talk to her even if she had to kick his ass in the process or something. She got a call and she headed to the nearest bar and waited. She knew he’d show up. He had to off, and when he did, she’d confront him. She would stalk him all over town if she had to until he talked to her. When he arrived at a bar that she knew he’d come into probably for a few rounds, and go call on a demon. So predictable. She’d probably do the same thing given it was her in his shoes and he could really use a friend even if he didn’t want one. So when he showed she was there waiting. “Benjamin Winchester. How dare you ignore my phone calls.” She spat as soon as she was in ear distance knowing all to well that he’d probably try to brush her off. He looked like hell ran him over twice with his own car, and he had that dead look in his eyes like he was just looking for revenge or something to make up for this pain he was feeling, but could anything be done about that pain. " Come here. You look like you could use a hug you big oaf." People were worried about him. Could she blame them? Hell no she was worried to even if they are basically frienemies. She didn't want him to suffer. She was waiting for the ' leave me alone Kayla. ' , ' go away', go to hell. She could handle the words he'd dish at her, but she would not go anywhere at all. He needed someone she knew that even if he didn't want her there she wouldn't leave. [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]

He didn't know how he made it to the bar without getting pulled over by some random Podunk cop, or why in all that's holy he'd show up at a crowded bar...but, there he was, heading for the front door like some kind of demented robot. Thank God that he'd at least remembered to put on a clean shirt before he'd left the warehouse, so he wasn't showing up covered in gore. Though...damn, that was dried blood on his pants, wasn't it? Maybe the people inside would be too drunk to care. Which was how he planned on being in a few minutes; too damn drunk to give a fuck. He'd go drink himself senseless and pass out in the car, until the mid-afternoon light informed him that it was time to find another dark eyed friend. Just another day and just another bloodstain on his boots. He was living the American Dream. Moving into the bar like a dreamwalker, he made his way through the crowd, toward the bar. He could see the inviting shine of a bottle of cheap tequila, and his mouth watered at the thought of the burn. Just one bottle, and he'd be set; pay off the bartender to keep them coming, and he'd really be numb. Blissfully, beautifully numb. ...Or harassed by Makayla Rhys-Damara, the most annoying woman on the planet. What the FUCK? Disbelief shot across his face as he was spun around to look at her; the first true emotion he'd felt since leaving his parents' house. "What the HELL? Kay? How the hell did you find me?!" Grunting when a drunk stumbled into his back, he grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her outside. Her familiar, husky voice sounded again, but instead of going at him like he expected, she...good Lord. She was offering him a hug? When had the Pod People landed, and why hadn't he been informed? "I don't need a fucking hug," He spat back, releasing her to take a couple steps back. It was quite unlike him to curse so easily and he resisted the urge to turn tail and run. He didn't need this; he didn't WANT this. Why couldn't she have left him well enough alone? Shoving a hand through his oily, rumpled hair, he bared his teeth in a nasty snarl. "How the hell did you find me? Was it Dad? Please, for fuck's sake, tell me he isn't out on the road again." [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

She found him and he surely didn’t seem too pleased to see him of course he wouldn’t she would be the last person you’d expect to see in a situation like this. Ben is basically a frienemy to her, but she couldn’t let him suffer by himself and dude looked like shit! Some drunken dude stumbled into him right before she was being pulled outside. Giving him this what the fuck look? He was growling at her and baring his teeth sat her and she just rolled her eyes at him as she was being dragged not answering at the time how she found him and why should she give away her secrets? She did try to call to see if he was okay which maybe that you’d expect from her, but for her to go looking you could tell she was the last person he’d expect to see. She had offered him a hug yeah its her and she shouldn’t but she is still a friend too eh? He needed one his brother died. He shouldn’t be along. He had told her that he doesn’t need a fucking hug swearing at her she rolled her eyes. Yeah he was trying to be manly broody mcbroodypants here and she would only tolerate his shit for so long before she kicks his ass. The snappy bitterness was expected with what happened and who she is. He ran his fingers threw his oily and greasy hair and it made it look to her like he hasn’t showed in days and you could tell by the man stank her had going on there and smelt of blood. She looked him up and down and could see the stains on his pants and frowned a little. “ Yes, you do need a hug you big asshole! Have you looked at yourself lately? You are falling apart at the seams.” She had huffed. He was growling at her again asking how she found him. “ It’s not rocket science Benjamin. I will not tell my secrets. I’d have to kill you, but no it wasn’t your father, but you should give his ass a call and let him know his other son is still alive you big dumb-ass.” She said shaking her head at him. It made her wonder what else he was thinking. “What are you doing here Benjamin?” She said giving him the oh your growling doesn’t scare me you big hairy ape look. “Better question is when was the last time you ate, slept or showered?” Hmmmm she mumbled expecting him to answer her knowing he’d try to blow her off some more, but she isn’t going to take no for answer. [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]