Highway to Hell {Makayla}

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Why was it that every time a man wanted to just relax and have a nice, cold beer, the city idiot /had/ to show up?

"You looked at me funny, friend." The drunk slurred, poking a meaty finger into his shoulder. "Waz your problem? Cat gawt your tongue?"

Seriously now. He'd had a long day, had to deal with all kinds of irritating people, and now this? Couldn't the man go and find someone else to vent his frustrations on? There were plenty other saps sitting all around him...

"I said, cat gawt your tongue? Answer me, you bastard!" The man- codenamed Dead Man Walking in his sleep deprived mind- grabbed his shoulder, making as if to turn him around.

His right hand swung around, as he swung his fist into DMW's chin and slid out of his stool with a predatory grace. Two more punches brought the drunkard down to the floor, and a round of evil glares later, he was back to his drink.

Much better. Now, where was he? Ah, yes; there are enough saps around here to pick on. But /they/ never got their shoulders poked, did they? It was always him. Poor, poor man.

"Good God in Heaven, Ben!" Hal, the barkeep, snarled from where he stood in front of the kitchen doors. "What'd you do now?! I swear, I leave you alone for a minute...!"

O'Halloran's Pub was one of his favorite haunts; its lazy ceilings and dirty-yet-clean-enough interior a nice relief from the high minded establishments his clients usually preferred. Here, in the smoke-filled haze, he could relax and pretend that he was a normal grunt, the memories that plagued his mind nothing but bad dreams; semi-forgotten nightmares. It was relief in its finest.

Leaning forward with his elbows on the bar counter, ‘Ben’ was a sight to see; tall and well built with a face of a gargoyle- cold and expressionless. Dressed in a casual pair of ripped blue jeans, a plain black shirt and a very worn leather jacket, one could pin him to being a handyman, or teacher. Certainly not a Hunter or, as the hypocrites liked to call him, the local crazy person.

A lazy grin strolled onto his face, breaking through the morning-shadow around his mouth. Ah yes, the local crazy person. Because it was just inconceivable; that there were Others that roamed the streets. Because humans, in all of their glory, were the only ones that could inhabit this good earth. Everything else was just legend and make-believe, right?

Haha, no.

It always amused him, the way people loved to hide their heads in the sand. No one wanted to believe in the darkness that surrounded them simply because of fear; uncertainty of what is before them. But that’s where he came in. He was Ben Winchester, protector of the weak, savior of the ignorant masses—

…And currently flat out broke. As Hal went back into the kitchen, he made a beeline for the booth near the back of the room. Maybe if the old guy didn’t see him, he could rob a few of those yuppies back there with a few games of pool and settle his tab. Or perhaps he could charm some dough out of a nice, well endowed blond?

Yeah, he’d stick to that first one. Gambling was so much more fun than getting vodka thrown into his face, after all. He liked his t-shirts semi-spotless, thanks so much.

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

The night had started to get pretty boring for Makayla Rose and she was tired of sitting around. She got most of her shopping done, presents wrapped, and surprisingly she did it herself. Kudos for her. Usually she had her assistant do it for her. She was paid well for the shopping and the wrapping. Kayla does make a decent amount of Cash. She does give her assistant some holidays to spend with her family she is not always a heartless bitch.

Makayla got dressed up for a night on the town and decided to take a drive maybe she would shop some more. She still had a few to shop for though her parents were hard to shop for seeing as they already have a lot of things what could she get them? SHe drove past a local bar and seen the all too familiar car of the Winchester’s the famous Impala. She was still shocked that Dean handed it over to Ben. She hoped that Ben had it and Dean wasn’t the one driving it for the night. Makayla Smirked to herself, and headed to a local supermarket and called a few of her mates. Oh yes, she was going to give Ben an X-Mas Pressie he would never forget. She bought a ton of different type pads and was going to get the boy good. Let’s see him have a melt down after this one.

Anyone that knows Makayla and Ben they bicker like an old married couple, and pull shit on each other well mostly it is her pulling stuff on him. She was always there to smack down his ego especially when it was getting two big… This was a bar that he seemed to be a regular at she has seen his car here before. No, she did not stalk him not really. She had better things to do, but she did love toying with the dear boy. Makayla could be a bit childish when it came to pranks. This one probably registered as one, but you know it would be priceless to see Ben’s face when he walks out to find his car plastered with pads. Some of her friends had come and helped her out with her mission of misery for the dear Winchester boy.

Kay snickered to herself as she finished up the lovely pressie to Ben and placed a kiss on the driver’s side window, and wrote ‘XOXO Kay.’ with red lipstick. Oh how he was going to have a cow when he seen this. Kayla took a picture of the car, gave her girls hugs and headed into the bar. Kayla was dressed to kill as always. She was one that could turn heads in a bar wearing a little black dress and killer heels. She dressed to kill always. When she walked into bars, it surely made people’s heads turn that was for sure and their mouths drop with awww and gawking at her especially the old men who are not getting any from their wife. She did have assets most people would go gaga after, but currently for the moment she wasn't swinging that way, but if she met the right guy maybe she would get out of her funk, but for right now, she was one for fun.

She surely got a few wolf whistles. "Why thank you." she had said and slipped onto a stool and ordered cranberry vodka "Why thank you my dear." She said puckering her lips and giving the dear old bartender some air kisses and spotted Benjamin Winchester near the back probably hustling some people. "I must depart for now." She said wiggling her arse off the stool, and slipping off her jacket and leaving it on the stool. "Be a dear and keep and eye on it for me?" She said grabbing her drink and heading over to where Ben was. Oh tonight was going to be a fun night.

"There you are my lover. Did you think you could blow into town and not stop in and see me? Where is the love, dude?" She asked holding her glass of vodka in her hand. Some of the women were already talking shit about her, but she didn't play well with most women now did she. They were jealous biotches and half of them really didn't know what goes on in the world. Not like Ben and herself do. "I am hurt you don't call, you don't write." She said as she stepped closer to him, which she knew he soon would be telling her to stay away from him.

(( i hope this works i will make it prettier in a bit. Still working on kays layout
Her smexiiii outfit (( Clicky Clicky ))

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

So, there he was; owning it up in a bar full of yokels and reeling in the dough from a pair of pancake-faced bikers. Life was good, Hal was off ranting about how he hates everyone from the safety of the bar, and the beer at his side was good. At this rate, he’d be covered to pay off his tab in no time, and then the open road. It was calling to him; that sweet, siren song. It beckoned him to pack up his things, load ‘em up into the Impala and hit the streets; feel that crisp, slightly musky air in his face as he blasted his favorite tunes. There was nothing like that free feeling.

…Though, he couldn’t help but wonder if the sudden need for speed was due to the fact that he was about to have some cashola in his pocketa, or if it was the need to run the hell away from the familiar voice that piped up in his ear. Well hell…there went that shot.

With a loud ‘scrttttch,’ his pool cue practically dug a hole into the scratched green velvet of the table beneath him. His body did a similar lurch; movement for self preservation that had been banged into his brain from an early age, ever since the Rhys-Damara’s had come into his life. Ever since he was thirteen, and falling asleep under the tree in his front hard had cost him most of the hair on the back of his head, he’d learned to react quickly when hearing that dreaded, horrible, nasty, uninvited, saccharine voice.

Makayla Rhys-Damara. Why was there no dramatic music and thunder claps? There should always be thunder claps when the devil comes around…

He should’ve known something was up when the wolf whistles started, he thought with a curse. Straightening, he gritted his teeth as the bikers next to him started chuckling, then turned to face his childhood friend…or was it frenemy?

“Makayla Rhys-Damara…what a pleasure,” He drawled, raising a brow as she strutted toward him. From the strangled sounds the guys behind him were making, they were about ready to fall to their knees before her and beg for some attention. And, given that she had a body to die for, he could understand…and, in any other case, he’d probably be turning up the charm by now.

But this was Makayla; scourge of the family and the only woman who could successfully put him in his place. He knew that he had an ego that needed some adjusting every once in a while, but…damn! If there was anyone who knew how to castrate a guy, it would be the bombshell standing in front of him. Out of any of the women he’d ever met in his life, only Kay could cut him down.

He had yet to determine if he liked it or not; hence the step he took away from her.

“I figured that I wasn’t staying long, so I wouldn’t bother you. Y’know; just in town to finish up some business, then I’m back on the road. Anyway, after the last time we met, I didn’t think you’d wanna see me. What did you call me…oh yeah; a ‘boob with an ego the size of Mount Everest?’ Not very ‘I wanna see you again’ to me, Kay.”

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Makayla knew if Dean ever found out what happened to the Impala she may very well be a dead woman walking, but for now, she was having a little fun with Ben. He always had been fun to play with. He was one that needed his ego adjusted at times and she was very good at adjusting men’s ego’s at times. None, of the fella’s in this biker bar stood a chance with her really, she would eat them up and spit them out, and steal their wives or girlfriends and show them ladies that they are missing.

She watched as Ben made the shot in the game, and he totally messed and missed the shot he intended to make. Was it all because of her? The pool que screeched into the table digging a hole which it wouldn’t surprise her if the bar wanted money for repairs at that damage. The bikers beside Ben seemed the snicker at that shot he made.

"“Oh you know for a fact it is even if you try to deny it.” she said teasingly, knowing very well how the two of them are and home much he is going to hate her when he leaves this place tonight. "“Nice shot by the way” She was full of shit now seeing as it was a crappy shoot and scrapped the table up pretty good.

He had told her that he wasn’t going to be in town for much longer and didn’t want to bother her… The other dudes in the bar were practically drooling over her as she walked past strutting her hot little ass passed them, and the dress she was wearing just made her look all the more smoking hot. "“You a bother? Now, Now Benjamin. You are letting that little spat of words drive a wedge. You know it was the truth your ego is huge, far bigger then my boob mass combined, and these girls have some weight to them.” She smirked knowing now most men would be gawking at them, but too bad for them they can’t have them.

"“I am shocked that ego of yours doesn’t weight them shoulders down.” Makayla placed her drink on the pool table their game was pretty much over unless Ben really did want to play the dude, and well Ben did have a chance of winning seeing as she was sure she would be a big distraction to the person he was playing so Ben could make a come back and steal the dudes cash. She asked on of the dudes to buy her another drink, he went off willingly, and she was thinking what a sucker.

"“What brings you to this neck of the woods are you going to spend the holidays with the family, Benjamin. I know they must miss you to bits and pieces.” She was leaning against the pool table, running her fingertips teasingly against the table. "“I so totally get to play winner of this game. It has been a while since I played a good game of pool.” she said a cheeky smile gracing her freshly painted lips.


(( i hope this works i will make it prettier in a bit. Still working on kays layout
Her smexiiii outfit (( Clicky Clicky ))

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Whoof, was he going to have to pay for the damages on the table…and from the looks on his competitions’ faces, they weren’t appreciating the new ditch that ran through it. Well, he had to hand it to Makayla; she was good at distracting hard gamblers from realizing that the next few shots they had at winning just got more challenging.

And if the smaller one leaned forward any more, he’d be diving toward her boobs. It was strange how that made him want to knock out some teeth, but he chalked it up to the fact that Kay was like family to him. Even if she scared the ever living daylights out of him AND pissed him off with every breath she took. He swore; it was like living with…gah, with a kid whose sole purpose was to poke him with a stick every other second.

Ah, family. A guy had to love them.

Giving her a ‘ha, ha, so funny…NOT’ look, Ben hooked an arm around his pool cue and leaned on it. Man, some things never changed, and Kay’s warped sense of humor was definitely on the list. She was looking all sultry, with those exotic eyes, but he knew the devil underneath. Good Lord, he hoped that she wasn’t there in an angry sort of mood. He remembered the last time he’d met up with a pissed off Makayla Rhys-Damara…and he was still icing his ass.

As one of the guys went off to get his new Mistress a drink, the hunter just rolled his eyes. “Nah, your sarcasm does that just fine,” He said, in response to her ‘ego’ remark. “And for the record; I really don’t understand why you keep talking about my supposed ego. I’m just awesome; it’s a fact.”

He grinned, then shrugged and placed the cue back into its rack. The other guy he was supposed to be beating was studying another of its kind, and Ben knew that he wasn’t about to earn any cash on this round. He could always spick out some much needed mullah later.

“Yeah, I’m heading towards the James’ for some family time. Then it’s back on the road, ‘cause you know me; if I stay in one place for too long, I’ll go stir crazy.” He just snorted and rolled his eyes when she mentioned playing the winner, and resisted the urge to smack his forehead when the two guys he’d been playing proceeded to declare that they wore that crown.

Shaking his head, he eyed his childhood nemesis and started for the bar. “You know damn well that you messed up the game when you came over here unannounced. Now c’mon, devil woman; lemme buy you a drink. The one you just ordered probably has drool in it.”



((You mean, Kay doesn't have a header already? 00 And HA, he's half drooling and half smacking himself over that outfit. LOL ))

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Kayla loved to tease and that was exactly what she was doing to the men that were in the bar with Benjamin. She seen him roll his eyes as one of the males went to go get her a drink. It wasn’t often she paid at bars. She was one that had males falling at her feet and it was probably due to her flirty nature and natural beauty she did get her good looks from both her parents that was for sure. She could have anyone in this bar wrapped around her finger just by making kissy faces at them yet they are probably wondering why she was speaking with this fool who isn’t throwing himself at her and giving her shit, but Kayla loved dishing it to Ben. She had to when every she seen him.“ Your awesome eh? Since when sweetums?” She said playfully, liking to yank his chain a little bit. She knew how to play him real well, and his ego did need smacking sometimes…

She had mentioned about playing the winner, and the men declared they won, and were fighting over it which made her chuckle a little as Ben moaned a bit about her throwing his game off showing up unannounced. “ Well if I announced it your ass would have been long gone before I got here, Winchester.” She knows him. He would be long gone if she was coming so the wicked surprise was fun. She asked if he was going home for xmas at the James house. She half expected he wouldn’t show because she would be there. She could just see the lot of them trying to get the two of them under the mistletoe. The family loved to tease them about getting together. While they were at each others throats most of the time and not the tongue down the throat type. “ Wow, I figured you would have stayed clear since I am going to be there.” She had remarked at him.


“ Should I alert the media?” He had also told her he goes stir crazy when he is in one place too long. She shook her head at that. Ben had offered to buy her a drink and she told the fella’s she had to take care of something’s and would be back to play them later. She followed Ben to the bar shocked he was going to buy her a drink and moaning about the other one having drool in it. Wouldn’t he want her to choke on it? She really was a little shocked by it. She figured it would be her buying the drinks and not the other way around. She had slipped on a stool beside where she left her jacket and stuff, she was waiting for Ben to order their drinks and couldn’t wait till he seen his car smirking to herself at the thought of it.

Ben’s phone started to ring so she fondled around in his pockets for it to steal it. “ Who’s this your girlfriend?” she asked her brows arched as the phone rang to see who it was and if he indeed had a girlfriend. She did seem to scare his girlfriends or potential ones off. Was there reasons why? Maybe there was a little bit, but she wouldn’t admit it if questioned. She would deny having any feelings for him if asked. She stuck it in her bra, just to see if he would go get it making him miss the call. Seeing if he would have a go at her. “You can have it back after you play with me.” She said pointing at the dart boards. Most men would take that to the gutter and be perverted about it, but she knew he didn’t think of her like that.

“ If you hit a bullseye. I’ll buy the drinks.” That was cut short when his phone started ringing again in her bra, taking it out she handed it back to him in case it was important she didn’t want to be royal bitch. She was curious to who keeps calling him. She sipped on the drink once it arrived and tried to ease drop on the convo.

(( I hope this works, and we can start what we talked about why I asked if she could steal his phone and I had it ring some and her be nosey. Feel free to power play a lil if you have to. Let me know if anything needs changing))


Her smexiiii outfit (( Clicky Clicky ))

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Ben just shook his head and rolled his eyes. It was kind of nice to know that some things never changed…even if said ‘things’ were at his expense. For some reason, Makayla had always loved to pick on him; to pop his ego with her cutting tongue. Where others just smiled and shook their heads at his sense of humor, Kay met it tit for tat. It was sometimes amusing to trade insults with her. There weren’t many people who could stand his normally flippant nature and dish out as much as he could.

”God, Kay, you really know how to make a guy regret ever hitting a bar,” He couldn’t help but drawl, raising a brow. ”You better be nice to me, or I’ll leave. I know how my absence makes you cry.”

There was a teasing glint to his eyes as he settled into a barstool and motioned for her to sit. He was half tempted to put his foot up on the run and pull it out from under her, but he figured he was too old for such juvenile antics. Ordering himself a shot of whiskey and her the most ridiculously fruity drink he could think of, he leaned sideways on the bar with a grin. There was a busty blond down the counter who was giving him bedroom eyes, and his smile widened. Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to be too bad. Not too bad at all.

With a grunt of disapproval, Ben swatted at the hands groping his front. His phone was playing ‘Joy to the World,’ which meant that someone was calling about a job, and his heart sped up at the thought. He really did like his job a bit too much; the adrenaline rush, the hero-complex, the sense of danger. According to his father, it was going to get him killed, but until then, he could do nothing but enjoy the ride he was on. He was young and he was a bad ass; until any of those changed, he would be proud of the life he’d been introduced to as a child.

…And speaking of children, did his childhood friend just shove his phone into her BOOBS?! His eyes practically popped out of his head as his eyes were drawn to her chest. His throat felt suddenly dry, much to his confusion, and before he could stop them, his hand instinctively came up to dive right into her cleavage. It hovered there for a moment, before he realized that, yes, he was now air-grabbing Makayla Rhys-Damara’s boob. A curse escaped him as he quickly lowered his head and turned his best ‘I ain’t amused’ glare on her.

”Kay, that isn’t cool; I don’t need your boob-cooties on my phone. Hand it over! I gotta take that call.”

At the mention of darts, Ben just rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, like he’d get tricked into THAT game again! Out of all the people he knew, Kay had one of the best eyes in the business. She could hit the bullseye while flirting with a biker and stealing the guy’s beer. Why she hadn’t gone into Hunting was beyond him, but he was sure that her modeling profession hadn’t affected her aim.

”I’ll play with you after I take the call. Give it back, Kay,” He grumbled, and muttered out a ‘thank you’ when she handed it to him. Flipping open the side, he turned away from her and barked out a hello. The familiar voice of a fellow hunter rang through the speaker, and on a rush of words and curses, the other man informed him of a certain job going down three towns over. It was something about an irritated ghost, an inn that only allowed married couples in, and a slew of dead bodies…but it was a bit hard to hear over exclamations of ‘hey baby, how about that game?’

Ben eyed his former pool opponents out of the corner of his eyes as they waved and grinned at Kay. Man, some guys just did not know how to look under the surface, did they? Little did they know that there was a devil under that sultry smile.

After a few more minutes of crackling reception and cursing, the hunter begged for a Winchester’s assistance, then hung up. A sigh escaped him as he shut his phone and he shook his head. Yeah, he could definitely help his buddy out, but there was one major problem; he wasn’t married.

”God, this’ gonna be interesting,” He muttered. Turning back around to face Kay again, he downed his shot and gave her an apologetic smile. ”Sorry about that, babe. Just got a call about a job…something about a ghost and some kind of ‘couples’ inn.’ Too bad I can’t help out…unless I get hitched in the next hour.”

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Kayla loved picking on Ben. She enjoyed every minute of it when she could. It wasn’t often that she seen him these days not like she did when they were youngling’s. She knew how to press his buttons and she was probably the only woman in this bar that wouldn’t throw herself at his feet or beg to be in his bed like most women do to him. Kayla doesn’t beg at all. She is the one that likes people to gravel at her feet and what not. She is such a rich bitch at times and could be very stuck up and into herself. Ben was telling her that she best be nice or he will leave and she will cry… “So full of yourself Mr. Man. I wouldn’t cry if you left. When have you ever known me to cry?” It was one thing Kayla hated to do was cry. She would rather punch herself in the face then to cry in public. It isn’t very often she cries when she is alone either… Only a few times which is probably why people think she is a stone cold bitch. She thinks crying shows sign of weakness and that is one thing she doesn’t want her enemies of frenemies to know what makes her weak.

Kayla had sat down on the barstool where he motioned for her to sit she expected her would do something to make her fall flat on her ass or something, but he hadn’t making her raise a brow. He had ordered them drinks and got her something fruity. She rolled her eyes at that what did he take her for some bumbling bimbo he usually bought drinks for? She liked it strong and rough make it burn going down, but she sipped her fruity little drink and watched where his eyes traveled once that grin sprawled upon them lips she knew it wasn’t she he was grinning at. There was some bubbly blonde-haired woman at the end, and she rolled her eyes at that. When his phone had rang he tried to swat her away, but what Makayla wants Makayla gets and she wanted that phone and wanted to know who was calling especially if it was a girl. Oh yes she was the bitch that just threw his phone into her bra and boobs just to see what he would do, and when he was occupied with that she downed his drink and called the tender over for a few more. Giving the bartender a playful wink.

He had began to air grab her boobies, and of course she could tell her liked what he seen he is after all a typical man. She smirked to herself… “ Yea, I know you want to touch them.” He was all yelling at her that it wasn’t cool that she did that and to give him the phone back cursing under his breath at her. He doesn’t need her boob cooties. “They don’t have any cooties Benjamin you silly head.” He rolled his at her when she told him to play with her. If he hit a bull ’s eye, she would pay for the drinks. She was secretly drinking his shots and the glasses were adding up in front of him. She really was one of the best in the game and was damn good at black mailing most and could do some damage in the hunting world, but it wasn’t her thing it gets a little boring for her at times and she has a lot of needs and makes damn good money. She doesn’t like to be on the road 24/7 for whole life. It was Ben’s thing.

She had given him back his phone letting him answer it and he grunted a thank you at her, “ good boy.” she murmured softly and patted his ass while trying to hear the convo, but couldn’t and blew kisses at the former pool pals Ben had been playing with. She tossed back another shot while he wasn’t looking, and called over for another. She has to stop soon with the shots otherwise, she might just not be able to walk straight. She doesn’t like to get to that point and can handle a bit of booze, but she isn’t a boozehound. She would wait to see if he notices the three shot glasses sat next to the now full one. He had turned back around once he was done on that call, her sipping her fruity little drink, and eyed him suspiciously seeing as he had been cursing and said that it would be interesting and it peeked her interest. She would prod him if he didn’t tell her what was up.

He actually apologized to her but called her babe. She eyed him. “What did I tell you about calling me that.” She remarked, and listened to what he had said about the couples in and the dude needing help and how he said that he couldn’t help unless he gets hitched in the next hour. Naughty ghosts they are such a pain in the ass at times. “Too bad you didn’t know a girl eh?” She said playfully. “If you’re really desperate to go on this hunt. I can help. I am right here after all and I am a woman or else if it is only letting gay couples in then I can‘t help you there.” She didn’t know why she even said that, but hell she was itching for some ass kicking. “It isn’t like we really have to get married; it would be a cover after all an I could put up with you for a few nights.” Kayla and Ben already argue like an old married couple so they could easily fool a ghost. They were good frenemies after all. Kayla jumping for the job most defiantly had to be a shocker. She after all came out tonight to for some fun she had been very bored. She was waiting to see what he would say to that.


(( hope this works for you <3 let me know if it needs changing or anything and he can drag her outside and what not. With you saying she steals beers so Kayla and she had to steal his shots -snickers-))


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[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Ben was still doing his best to tamp down the warmth around his neck as he glared at Kay from over his beer bottle. Why the hell had he tried to grab her boobs? He knew that she was just doing it to make him crazy; shoving his phone into her bra so he'd start whining at her, and she could leverage the sanity out of him. Hell, she'd probably planned on making sure he played her lapdog for one phonecall from his cell...but, there he'd gone, making air-friendlies with her breasts.

It was enough to make him shiver. Kay didn't have breasts; she had...stuff. She was a girl, but she wasn't one; she was family, and one of the crazier ones at that. So why the hell was he going scarlett at having tried to feel her up? Lord knew she'd grabbed his package in the past...though, those were times he tried to forget. Friggin' man-hands had a grip...

Shoving the phone into his pocket, he grumbled and swiveled around on his stool until he could snatch a shot. ”I didn’t wanna grab anything!” He said, much too quickly. Good freaking GOD, this was just Kayla! What the hell was wrong with him? Sleep deprivation? Had to be…yeah, he was just too tired to realize that she was probably just playing him, or something.

Fuck, he had to get a hold of himself. He was actually getting flustered, for chrissakes! Ben Winchester did NOT get flustered!

Downing his newly refilled glass, he concentrated on the sweet burn before finally turning back to her. What had started out as an entertaining meeting with an old friend was quickly becoming its usual furry self. He always felt this way with Kayla; suave and sophisticated one minute, and twitchy the next. She never failed to throw him off guard, and he hated it with a passion. He loved being in control, dammit! Why couldn’t she just fall at his feet like everyone else?

When she spoke again, he was imagining another wise crack that he could shrug off. Hearing her offer to pose as his wife instead, he inhaled his drink and bent over, coughing. His eyes watered as he did his best to breathe air instead of hard liquor, and he pounded at his chest with a closed fist.

”That…that’s a really nice offer, Kay,” He wheezed a little as he did his best not to break into laughter. Him and her…pretend to be a couple? Oh hell yeah, that would be the day! ”But I don’t think so; we wouldn’t work well together. I’ll have to come up with something else.”

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Kayla smirked to herself. How could she not. She knew she got him going and loved it. It was fun to her it really was. She liked to pick on Mr. Winchester and though it wasn’t planned, it played out quiet nice. He took a drink, and said he didn’t want to grab at anything… “Keep telling yourself that. If it helps you sleep tonight, keep telling yourself that. I can‘t blame you for wanting to grab at them” She said to him and patted him on the back which she knew would just make him grit his teeth, and grinned, straighten up in the seat drinking the fruity ass drink he had got her. He didn’t seem to notice the line of shot glasses in front of him, which she drank while he wasn’t looking making him look like some dude wit a drinking problem. “Seriously who doesn’t want to?” She was trying to get him all flustered and frustrated now part of her typical game. Seriously, even at the academy she had no issues with flaunting her goods. Hey, if you got it flaunt it.

She loved to make the eldest Winchester twitch. She surely wouldn’t fall at his feet like the bubbly blonde-haired woman at the end of the bar giving him the tale me home bedroom eyes. Kayla rolled her eyes at that. Twirling a finger in the fruity little cocktail, and then licking it off her finger. Smirking and waving at the bubbly chick. He had told Kayla about the job he had been called about. It sounded interesting. It was strange it only let married couples in. What she offered next would have floored her and she expected he would have given her the whole what the hell are you on Kayla no way in hell I would rather marry the devil or something. When she had said it, he seemed to choke on his drink, she shook her head at that eyeing him “Don’t kill yourself now over my niceness and offering to help.” she remarked. It surely had caught him off guard.

He was then telling her it was a nice offer, but he didn’t think so he would have to find someone else that they wouldn’t work well together. She rolled her eyes at that. “ And who are you going to find on such short notice, Benjamin? That hot blonde down the bar that I would totally take home and lick. Look at that ass!“ she said scooping it out, “ But anyways good luck trying to explain to her about things… “She had told him as she sipped her drink.. “ I know you just don’t think we would work well together because you know you love me and you don’t want to admit it.” She teased and even snickered slightly under her breath at the idea of that. These two they argued non stop and surely did argue like married couples do. They always prod at how much they each one loves the other jokingly. They both knew very well how to cut the other down and surely know how to call each other out on stupid stuff. It had been a while since Kayla went on a hunt and she was offering to help. How often did Kayla offer?

“Let me know when you think of someone sweet heart who could stand to be falsely being married to you… You snore like a trucker, Benjamin.” Hell she didn’t really know if he snored like that, but she knew he would try to deny it. “ You very well know I am a damn good actress and am probably the only one who could deal with you on such short notice. People need time to mentally prepare for you.” She can see him in her head going hey to that comment, but she couldn’t help herself it just slipped. It really was amusing the idea of them doing a hunt together who would have thought it really. She knew most marriages weren’t like her parents marriage. Perhaps this is why she never considered getting married. She was afraid of it failing like her brothers. Most marriages are strained and bicker worthy and bickering is something they surely were good at and totally could fool a ghost.

The bartender had set them up with more drinks. “ Are you gonna drink that?” Kayla didn’t even wait for an answer, and just snagged it and drank down the shot. It was better then the fruity drink, but she wasn’t going to say. He really must buy them for all his ladies and they just fall at his feet in a giggle manner telling him they are drunk. “ Well then if you don’t want my help can you at least drive a lady home?” She asked sweetly batting her lashes. Would he notice all the glasses in front of him? She surely wouldn’t be driving herself home and would call a friend to pick her up or a cab.


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