Carry On Wayward Son {Kay and Ben}

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

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]

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

He really didn't want to think about why her scrutiny made him want to run for the nearest shower, and the realization pissed him off to no end. He'd never felt the urge to hit a woman, but hearing that snarky tone when he was like this, now...he wanted to scoop her up, chuck her inside the bar and run away. God DAMMIT, didn't she know him at all? Didn't she know that he needed to be alone? To fulfill his promise to Simi? He'd get Ryder back, goddammit. Somehow, he'd get him back...and HELL if Kay was going to make him weak, by forcing himself to think about his 'feelings.' Those fuckers were better off shoved in the back of his mind, where they belonged. He needed to be cool, be frosty, be a demon hunting MACHINE, if he was going to get those damned answers. Fuck if Kay's own sense of guilt and/or sympathy was going to make him do otherwise! "I'm fine," He growled, eyes flashing dangerously as he glared at her. "Whatever; I don't fuckin' care how you found out. Just take your goddamn annoying ass somewhere else. I don't need a hug and I don't need you. Alright? I'll call my own goddamn father when I'm goddamn ready to do so." Okay, so maybe he was being a bit harsh on her; she was there to make sure he was alright. Even though he and Kay had had many a war in the past, he'd always known that, despite her growly demeanor, she'd counted him as part of her family, as he did her. But...damn, there was just something about her face, the familiarity he felt in growling at her, even with the cursing, that made his chest ache. It was so normal, so familiar...but at the same time, it wasn't. Because Ryder was dead, everything was different. Everything had to be different. "Just leave me alone, Kay. I don't need your version of 'help.'" And with an indignant grumble, he turned about face and stalked toward the Impala. [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

He could be just as stubborn as her and now he was just being an ass for real and she didn’t need to be here, but she’d put up with the verbal abuse for a short time before she cracks and slaps his ass. She was not going to let him hurt himself. She may not know the promise he mad to Simi, but hell he is was like family to her in a way to and she was doing this for his own good. Part of her didn’t want to lose any one else. It would break his sisters’ heart more if she lost her big brother to. Kayla couldn’t let Chey and Jessica suffer more. She just couldn’t let alone his parents to bury another son. He can protest all he wants, but she will not back down. She in away is just like him and she’d put up them stone cold I am fine walls if it were her. She was good about hiding feelings and hiding behind those walls. Behind hers holds lots of secrets and sometimes you have to talk before you implode and the road he was heading down he was a going to burn out and fast. She maybe a biotch from hell digging at him about everything, but she is trying her damnest to help him and oh he got so snippy at her and her eyes narrowed at him. “Oh for fuck sake, Winchester! Don’t you growl at me that you are fine you are clearly not. I know. I know that road so well so don’t you dare tell me your fine.” In girl code, I am fine really meant you weren’t and he really wasn’t fine he was a mess even if he couldn’t see it. She didn’t like him or any of her family and close friend to hurt like this it pulled at her heart strings even if they think she is heartless she hides behind the walls she put up well. He snipped at her and about calling his own father and was telling her to take her annoying ass else where, and he began to turn and stalk away from her to the impala blurting our more things. She was told he doesn’t need her for of help and doesn’t need her. “Shut up, Winchester! Don’t you walk away from me! Your family is worried to hell about you. Don’t tell me to go away, because I am not going away. You can yell at me all you want. I don’t care. The road you are heading down your going to be next and I am not going to let that happen. Do you hear me?” She said walking after him. “I don’t care if you say you don’t need me I am here and I am not leaving and you can not make me.” She screamed after him, Getting closer to him. “You need to talk to someone. I may not be the person you want to talk to, but hell at least I care enough to be here.” She said to him as he now stalked towards the impala and she, had walked quickly behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind forcing him into a hug even if he didn’t want it he now go it. [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]

Kay's voice practically echoed in the parking lot, causing him to cringe. Good fucking GOD, didn't she take a hint?! He didn't want her there, didn't want to see her goddamn face, and obviously didn't want her sympathy! Why couldn't she just leave him the hell alone? Everyone else seemed to have the common sense, but Kay? Of course not; Kay was fucking Kay, and as such, she was always right. Noooo, Ben couldn't need some time to come to terms with things...or go through half the demon population for ha-ha's. Noooo, Ben had to show emotion, because that's what Kay wanted. Well...he didn't want it! He just wanted to be left alone! He knew when he heard the sounds of heels on concrete that she'd never let him get away with having the last word. Stopping, he was about to turn right around and blast her with a few insults himself...but he never got the chance. Her words practically boomed in his head, as her arms came around his waist and her front pressed against his back. As if on command, his body proceeded to react in ways he...really hadn't expected and for a cool ten seconds, he couldn't breathe. Then reality came smashing back in and he realized that he was pissed off, and it was Kay Rhys-Damara hugging the shit out of him. For all he knew, she could be stapling shit to his coat without him knowing. But, at the same time...he was touched at her words. His family was mourning the loss of their beloved Ryder and seemed to respect Ben's desire to stay off the grid. But Kay...Kay had gone one step further. She'd tracked him down and was intent on sharing his pain...whether he liked it or not. He wasn't sure if he was a fan of her idea of sympathy, but for some odd reason, it struck a cord in him that resonated much more than a pat on the back, or simple condolances. And so, with a shuddery sigh, he turned in her arms and put his arms around her, resting his cheek on the top of her head. "You're such a stubborn bitch, Kay," He said, voice a bit hoarse. After clearing his throat, he continued. "And I still don't need you here. As long as we're clear. But...thanks. For being here." [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

Ben wanted to be left alone her has made that very clear to her with the way he has been lashing out at her, but how could she do so? He wasn’t the only one that lost someone. They all were close and practically family and as much as they were at each other’s throats, she didn’t want to lose him too. She didn’t want his family and their friends to suffer more. She probably was the only one that wouldn’t back down when push comes to shove. She could take a verbal whip lashing when necessary. She is a stubborn and tough as nails girl due to her own experiences in life, but nothing really can prepare anyone for death. Even thought they knew this could happen it still hurt like hell and dug at her heart. Some would say what heart, but she did have one. She was in morning too not as bad as some, but she was. She wasn’t a complete cold-hearted bitch when it came to things such as this. Was she being selfish by trying to break him and make him see what he was doing and the road he was heading down? Kayla had good intentions really by the sight of him you could tell he would be warn down soon, and she could only imagine the out come. It would be the loss of him too because he slipped up from exhaustion and the demons got the better of him .For all she knew really was he could have already been killed by one of them and she was thankful and for everyone’s sake that he was okay. He was a little sore on the eyes to look at, but he was still alive so that was what had mattered. He had been ignoring everyone’s calls so how were they to know for real that he was still with them and didn’t do something stupid. She wished they could have found a way to get Ryder out of the deal, and they would get him back, but trying recklessly wouldn’t solve the problem they’d just end up burying another Winchester and be over flowing with the loss of another.Perhaps she cared for him a little more then she should who knows. She was there and she wanted to be there. She didn’t want him to be alone in this and he wouldn’t be if he wasn’t a stubborn butthead and run from the family... She had wrapped her arms around him no surprises at all, it was an honest to god general hug that she thought he needed and could use. She figured he’d be screaming and grunting bloody murder at her to go away yet again and would be trying to push her away. She had forced him into this hug she knew with how driven and angry he is he could actually hit her maybe, but she hadn’t cared she wanted to be there. She was shocked in a way that he turned around and wrapped his arms around her, she was expecting him to shove her away, but that hadn’t came and he rested his head cheek upon her head, and she let out a content sigh and held him close listening to his words, her hands grasping onto the material of his shirt, he was such a big broody man compared to her. “Why thank you I take that as a compliment.” She had said in a soft whisper. “ I know you don’t and you’re welcome. I.... I.......” She began to mumble and became real quiet, as she hugged him close to her, takin in the smell of him he smell of all sorts of things sweat, blood, booze, demons. None of those mattered to her she just was glad he was still alive. “Just didn’t want to lose you too, Benjamin. Can you blame me for worrying about you? I know you better then you think I do, and I didn’t want you getting hurt more then you already are and are trying to hide and bury deep inside, but you are running off fumes, bud and are gonna crash and burn and I can‘t have that .... and you may not want me here, but you got me and I am still not going anywhere till you at least eat, sleep, and shower.. It isn’t up for negotiation" She said putting her foot down and being a stubborn assed bitch one again. " because I will find you again if you try to take off... Then if you want me gone, I will be out of your sight. I just can’t let you do things recklessly," She said, looking down on the ground, before pulling away from him a little to look at him. " I care for your safety even if I shouldn’t or you don't want it. So please let me be a friend and make sure you’re okay. I will beat your ass, drag your to a motel, and make you sleep if I have to. Your head needs to be in the game and please call your family and let them know you are alive, stinky. It will make them sleep better." She said, before hugging him again burying her face in his chest. [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Ben wasn't surprised when Kay stiffened in his arms. Hell...he was also pretty damned shocked that he was standing there, hugging her like that. For one, he wasn't exactly big on PDA's and for another, he was still pissed off. All that frustration, the anger, the guilt; it was still there, swimming around in his gut like a pack of poisonous sharks. He couldn't stop seeing his brother's face in his mind, whenever he closed his eyes. He couldn't stop smelling the acrid scent of fresh blood, or stop hearing the squishy noises the body made when he carried Ryder home. It haunted him, followed him everywhere. Every minute of every single damn day, since he'd watched his little brother die, he just couldn't...move on. Which was exactly why he'd been chasing every demon in sight. Sure, he wanted to find someone dumb enough to barter for him, or to give up the evil sumbitch who'd made the deal in the first place, but...if he were really truthful with himself, he just wanted to hurt someone. And hurt them bad. So, the mere fact that he was standing there in the deserted parking lot, hugging the hell out of the one woman that never failed to get under his skin made his ass twitch. He wanted to let her go; to resume his angry walk toward the Impala and get the hell out of Dodge before he really lost it and broke down, but his arms just wouldn't friggin move. It was like his entire body was craving exactly what she was giving him; that to-the-point, down to earth, Kay version of understanding. Anyone else would be trying to sympathize with him, or baby him, but Kay? She just...knew exactly what to say, and how to act around him. And people thought the James family got the psychic powers. "Damn, Kay...you keep talking like this, and I'll start thinking you're actually human, and not hellspawn," Ben replied, finally managing to loosen his arms enough to step back from her. A bit awkwardly, he shoved his fingers through his hair and grimaced as he realized how gritty he felt. Funny...before her, he hadn't noticed any of the grime cacked under his fingernails. Or the fact that he pretty much stunk to high Heaven. Managing a martyred sigh, the Hunter just nodded and looked back at the Impala. "Fine, I'll head back to the motel. Happy? I'll call the family later, so...you can just go home now. Or something. I'll grab a burger from a takeout place. Anything else, Your Highness?" [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

Who would have ever thought really that these two would be standing right here hugging each other in a deserted parking lot at some crossroads bar and her telling him all this Shiit that could be sappy and emotional, but truth be told friend or enemy or frienemy he was still like family to her no matter what would be and she was worried about him doing something stupid who in their right mind wouldn't? She maybe a bitch, but hell she does care as much as he may protest and think he doesn't need anyone and to leave him be she knows she'd play that exact card and it would eventually eat her up till she explodes and she couldn't let that happen to him. She couldn't let him be reckless and get himself killed. The family don't need to bury another not when she could have stopped it. Some need to be coddled in times like this. She knows he wouldn't want to be babied so she will bitch at him with the fricken honest truth. " See Winchester, this isn't as bad as you thought now is it? It wasn't like I was telling you you to strip me and fuck me. It's just a hug and it doesn't bite and you needed it." She could tell her did the way he submitted into it. " You can't deny it." She really was glad to be here and help even if he didn't want it. He needed it. She has no problem putting him in his place and not be the type to baby him. He needs a good kick in the ass and told the truth. She feels horrible for his loss yes, but she really doesn't like the road he is skating down either and he will not be the next one down in the pit not if she has anything to do with it. She'd hug him and be emotional support.. yes, but she isn't gonna be sap-pity sap-pity boo who you poor baby and sympathize it . She is after all Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara. She did tell him how it was and, she'd hug him as long as he needed it and waited for him to be the one to pull away and she'd chase after him if he runs away and make him do the things she thinks he needs to stop being reckless and insane. She snorted softly against him at his words, and slapped him in the arm playfully.. " Hey now! Don't make me kick you and show you hell spawn." He loosed his arms and stepped away from her.. " At least now he was getting what she was saying and that he was stinking to high heavens it was a wonder no one said anything.. Then again they were probably scared of mcbroodsen and think they'd get decked and he doesn't scare her at all she'd kick his ass if she had to. He sighed and told her he'd go back to the motel and asked if she's happy and would call the family later and told her she could go home? HAHA that was fricken funny.. and wrong.. and he'd grab a burger. She arched a brow at him.. "Psh I don't believe you Winchester! You think i am gonna go on my way and you go run off elsewhere and not listen to me.. I am not going home till i know for sure you have done all them things. I wasn't born yesterday. " She said with a slight snarky huff. Did he really expect to ditch her that easy? Like she'd buy the words. Poking him in the chest. " Lets go. You're stuck with me if you like it or not... She said taking his hand and dragging him over to his car. [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

His shoulders sagged when the expected words came tumbling from her mouth. Damn...of course she wasn't going to leave him the hell alone. He'd meant what he'd said; he planned on going back to the motel to clean up a bit. Now that she'd pointed out everything, he didn't think he could stand to walk around for another millisecond smelling like ass and feeling like there was a hole in his belly. He needed to be on top of his game, if he was going to find his brother's dealer, after all. The one thing he DIDN'T want was an audience, however. He needed to be alone; needed to keep the ice around his heart, so he wouldn't forget the anger and the pain that had kept him going for the past couple weeks. He needed to stay sharp, to stay...dead inside, if he was going to fulfill his mission. He couldn't be around Kay, because she reminded him of life before the deal...when Ryder had been alive. A sudden lump formed in his throat at the sudden image of his little brother smiling over the hood of the Impala that popped into his head. Shit, see? THIS was why he needed to be left alone! But of COURSE, Kay wouldn't consider that. She'd just force herself into his company, because SHE knew best. He needed to get her mind off of him; to distract her long enough for him to make a break for it. Or, even better, to piss her off so thoroughly that she'd leave of her own volition. But what the hell could he do? He'd already yelled at her, insulted her and pretty much cussed her out. What the hell else was left? "I don't care what you do or don't believe, Kay!" He snarled back. Whatever grateful feelings he'd been harboring before had disappeared, and he as back to his angry demeanor. Without a second thought, he rounded on her; forcing her to back up until she hit the side of the Impala. He wanted to intimidate her; to crowd her personal space so she'd feel off balance. When Kay was on her game, she was relentless, but when flustered? Maybe he could make his getaway. With a slam, he put his palms on the car to either side of her head. His lips were pulled back angrily, and his eyes practically flared down at her. "I don't know why you can't just leave me alone. I'll come back to the world when I fucking find my brother's soul!" Anger practically poured off of him in waves and, to shoot home the point that he wasn't in his right mind, he found himself leaning down and doing the one thing he hadn't planned on in the beginning. He kissed the all holy hell out of her. [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

She would not back down and leave him be. She didn't care if he wanted to 'be alone' and all 'i want to kill' every last demons and out for bloodiness. She wanted him to be safe about it if anything. If he wanted to be gun ho about demon bashing and getting Ryder out then she wants it done safely. She didn't know why she was so relentless with him it just seemed to need to be done and she would get the job done. She doesn't know why she cares so much about his safety. Perhaps fate was trying to play its hand in it or her momma seeing as her momma always said they'd end up together. Who knows really or maybe she really was more of a friend then enemy or perhaps the enemy that needs to smack his ass around because she cares. Her feelings and need to make his life hell was sometimes beyond her. She picks at the other fellas as well, but not as much as Benjamin Winchester. She had the right urge to put him in his place and slap his ego down and get under his skin as if it was part of her mission on life. Kayla does have a heart somewhere deep inside past all the barbed wire around all her heart. She really couldn't stand a friend hurt as well as family and he was as much family as Ryder was and her own siblings. She and everyone else would feel better if he was going about things safely and she had to make sure of it. She just had to. Who else would deal with his snippy remarks. She couldn't believe she let the insults slide off her like water. it was because he was hurting, and needed to lash out so if he wanted to go rounds with someone shes ready for a show down. She'd show him just how sloppy he was getting and how easy it would be for some demon to slit his throat and wear his guts as a trophy. She hoped dragging his ass to his car to get washed up and shit wouldn't turn into her having to beat his ass. He should know she isn't afraid of him. She feared very few things and he wasn't one of them. She was dragging his sorry stinky ass to the car because she didn't trust him and though he was telling her a bunch of BS just so she'd go away, but next thing she knew she had been all turned about by him till she ran into the side of the impala. What was he playing at? It made her wonder and was a bit curious. she raised a slight brow. He was flapping his gums again, and she was thinking ' why doesn't he shut up and just listen to me? It's for his own bloody good.' Oh there was that snarling at her again. If it weren't him and was some chick she'd find it sexy really.. She rolled her eyes as she listened to his words, but hell she'd hate to fricken admit it, but its hot on him too. She tried to slap him one after what he first said.. She didn't like being cornered. She hated that boxed in feeling, but would not back down even if it made her all flustered and in a bind. She cared and some part of her the gushy girly friend and family side loves him even if she'd never ever admit it. His hands were slammed down onto the impala and causing her to blink and look up at him, it was actually a little scary, but she wasn't going to run off like some little bitch with a tail between her legs whimpering on to their momma's. He was angry she could feel it radiating off him. She couldn't blame him, but his anger is his down fall sometimes wasn't it? Wasn't it most especially when they are running of fumes. He barked at her some more that he'd come back to the world when he is good and ready. Didn't he know he needed a friend who'd have his back threw thick and thin? She was about to open her mouth to recant to his words his aggressiveness and anger that flared up, but the next thing she knew his lips were against hers, kissing the hell out of her and it left her flabbergasted and speechless, and her eyes went wide and before before she closed them and submitted to the kiss giving in not even thinking that this was wrong and she shouldn't and that she is a lesbian and he is Ben. She'd never admit it, but damn Winchester knew how to use them lips. Her heart was racing, and her legs grew sort of weak and she didn't know if it was from the kiss or the shock of this. She didn't even really know why she gave in when she should be slapping him.. nor did she know why her body just gave into him as if she really wanted it.. Her arms had snaked around him for the second time today, but this time was different. Part of her wanted to tease him to see what he'd do. She had pressed her body firmly against his as they kissed. Oh man if anyone they knew ever seen this they'd never ever hear the end of it. Good thing the place was deserted. She let one hand rest upon his back, and he other one reached his face to stroke his cheek ever so gently as it was the most natural thing in the world for fuck sake she shouldn't be flustered or turning to mush like this god was so cruel dammit. Curse him. When the kiss was broken, and was pulled away she just blinked up at him in a daze " What the hell was that about, Winchester! " She asked not admitting she liked it, and his growlish kink to it. It was so shocking and unexpected and not planned and it totally was throwing her for a loop.. " I could def use a drink now." she mummer-ed very lightly under her breath as she was still trying to catch it. " Lets get you to the motel, yeah? Sound good?" She said trying to recover from that and a little bit dazed. [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

In truth, Ben had no idea why he'd decided to kiss her like the act was going out of style. He had no idea when anger, irritation and the need to scare the shit out of her had turned into...hell, the best goddamn lip lock he'd frikken had...aside from a particularly knowledgable French Huntress he'd met in New Orleans a few years back. But that didn't count; 'ol Colette had cast some kind of weird ass spell on him...and going off topic now... For the briefest of moments, everything in the world seemed to stop. The earth stopped spinning, the people banging around the building behind them stopped moving...hell, even the AIR stopped circulating; everything was centered around this one moment, this one experience. Her body felt so damn good pressed up against his and the way she smelled- sugar and spice; how did he know that was Kay in a nutshell?- made him ache in ways he'd never ached before. His hands clenched into fists against the cold metal of the Impala as he kept himself from grabbing her proper and he slanted his lips over hers. Hell, if he'd even thrown in some tongue action, before his brain finally broke out of its stupor and gave him a really hard, very much needed mental slap. When Kay pulled away, the first words out of the normally suave Hunter's mouth was something akin to 'so there.' Shit, man! So there what? Had he been making a point? He knew when he'd cornered her, it had something to do with driving her away...maybe a man-kiss for someone who was into girls would get her so skeeved out, she'd flee and leave him the hell alone. But when he pulled back enough to drop his hands from the Impala and get a good look at her own shocked face, and he licked his lips, tasting the echo of her lip gloss on them...fuck a duck, he was so damn confused. For one thing, he'd never imagined Kay being any kind of submissive. When she'd leaned into his kiss and her arms wrapped around his neck, he'd felt some kind of charge between them; an electric undercurrent that heated him up like a walking flame thrower. He wanted more of her; wanted to taste, touch, feel all of her. Rational thought was attempting to point out 'duh, family friend and worst childhood enemy, and oh yeah, let's not forget she's annoying as sin, AND A LESBIAN, YOU ASSHAT!' But that hurt, angry, grieving part of him just wanted to feel. And damn, a few minutes ago...she felt really damn good. "No." The word came out in a growl that he didn't recognize and before said rational brain could realize what the rest of his body was doing, he'd caught her arm before she could turn away from him and yanked her up against him. Down went his head, capturing her lips again, and instead of doing a fist-thing against the car, his hands captured her hips; pulling her flush against him. Fuck, yeah, that felt good. He needed this...he needed her. [bg=D0D2C4][atrb=border,0,true]

Y'all can use your imagination for now <3 [bg=D9D9F3][atrb=border,0,true]