( honeymoon hell / pt 3 )

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Makayla had been tender and sweet to him, which was a gesture off for Makayla, but she could be sweet when she wanted to be usually it was to get her own way. She really had wanted out of this damned place and fast, her heart was pounding softly in her chest as if she was sort of suffocating from lack of breath. It was this damned place something had hold of her and she didn’t know if she liked it at all, she should not be having ‘romantic feeling’ about Ben Winchester. It is Ben after all they are like the biggest enemies ever right. So why is she having this burning desire to push him against that door and place a smackeroo on him? Damn hormones. Yeah it has to be that dammit it right.

She was mentally slapping herself right now and had to do it again, as his hand brushed against her own. His felt so rugged compared to hers and well that must be because he is a man and a hunter and has to use them a lot. She had ideas of what he could do with them, and she again mentally slapping herself and tried to shake it off, and thought he wouldn't believe her when she said it wasn't her fault. It was as if the both of them had been replaced with the sweetness they had been displaying for one another. It was if they were in an alternate universe or something. Could that be what that mist raping was about? He had said they can go and told he to lead the way and called her babe. She scrunched her nose up at that, and groaned. Next thing she knows she is the one being practically dragged about out the door tripping slightly over her bag, before grabbing a hold of it and had been lead out of the place. It looked like he was in just as much of a rush to get out as her.

She was happy once they were out of there, but her stomach was still in a bit of the dumps, she placed her stuff in his car then settled into the passenger side of the impala the nights events had been an odd one. started out them at the bar, to Ben trying to kill her, to the events at the inn and her nightmares and romanticish feelings for him it had been one hell of a night and she couldn't wait to curl up in her own bed and hope that tomorrow would be better, and that the dark gloomy feelings of dread would wash away. The drive was quiet, and she oddly wanted to cuddle up to him and shook herself mentally "Get a Grip.," she told herself, when finally the arrived...

"Thank god, far far away from that hell house." She said as they pulled into her building. This place wasn't as lush as her place in NY, but it was a decent place she rents when she is home. "Do you want to come in?" She asked arching a brow, "Because you know you are really smelly." She teased, "Maybe just maybe I’ll let you use my shower and I did say if you were good I’d make you some pancakes." she said grabbing her stuff out of the back, and rummaging in her purse for her keys, biting her lip as she did so.

She was glad to be away from that place. She didn't think the night could get any weirder then what it already was. She didn't think Benjamin had been in any of her places, and she wouldn't be shocked if he said hell no to coming in and wanted to be far away from her as possible. “Found them.” She said, as she walked towards the door, “Are you coming or not?” She asked looking back, and went to go stick the key in the door, but dropped them and frowned at them “ For fucksake.” she grumbled at them and had to pick them up and was thankful she had pants on or that really could have been awkward. Finding them she giggled them in the front door of the place, opening the door with her foot in the door waiting to see if he’d come or not..

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Giving her a droll look, Ben nodded and picked up their bags from the back. He was a bit leery about going into her house, picturing some kind of S&M freak show by how she liked to talk sometimes, but knew that she was probably right. Even he was starting to get watery eyes whenever he lifted his arms; poor Kay had to sit in the car with him for a couple hours. Shrugging the straps onto his shoulder, he followed her in, attempting to keep his eyes on the back of her head, rather than...lower.

God, but there was something wrong with him! He'd gone over it again and again in the car- why he felt so damn...attracted to a woman he'd seen as a sister until today- but he just couldn't come up with any sane explanation. He wanted to blame everything on that damn white mist, but...something inside him declared he couldn't. It was strange, the sudden change in how he felt. And what was even stranger was that, if he didn't know any better...Kay was giving him some heated looks of her own. Not to mention that she'd been almost tender with him back at the hotel, when her usual MO was to jab and stab at him with her acid tongue when she was feeling vulnerable.

Either way, everything was just upside down and he was getting tired of it. Change was never a good thing, in the Winchester Family Manuel.

It was with such irritable thoughts that Ben found himself tromping after Kay, scowling at the stairs and gripping his pack until his knuckles stood white. Everything was going relatively well, save those really annoying urges to do something quite unlike him, when, with a sharp pain, his knee proceeded to give out. With a muttered curse, he slammed his leg on the stairs and fell forward onto his free hand, gritting his teeth as the offended appendage started to wail. Okay, so that hadn't happened in a while...

He must be over tired, he thought with a little grumble. He pushed himself to his feet and started up the step, but once again, his knee gave out. This time, he managed to catch himself on the railing before he could land on the damn thing again. Cursing under his breath, he tested out his leg slowly and carefully moved up the stairs. Nothing seemed to happen, so he dismissed the little 'episode' and hurried after her. Her comment made him roll his eyes and make 'hurry up' movements with his hands, and finally sighed in relief when she popped open the door.

"If I see any chains, whips or masks hanging on the wall, I'm so outta here."

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Makayla didn’t know what the sudden attraction to him was all about. She went lesbian after all, and now she is suddenly checking Ben out. She thought she seriously needed help, and thought the man stank was sexy. She had dished it out to him that he stunk and she figured he’d give her some snaky comments to that, but didn’t. The nights events were just so weird, and she didn’t understand any of it at all. So perhaps unexpected and weird should be expected from here on out. It wasn’t just him having in appropriate feelings. She didn’t understand it at all. She was shocked he had decided to come and she was shocked at herself being all nice and sweet.

She figured he would drop her off, kick her outta the impala, and go to the nearest motel as far away from her as possible. It was the normal Ben thing to do right. He had followed with the bags and he had to bring his stuff if he was going to shower because he sure as hell wasn’t going to be prancing about naked, and at that thought he, head went into the gutter for a moment, before making it into the front door. She headed up the stairs, him following behind, she turned when she seen him fall some and raised a brow at him.

“Benjamin stop looking at my ass and you won’t fall down.” She teased, and figured he’d remark something about tripping. She walked on to her front door and slid the key in after finding it and heard him crash a second time grumbling some curse words. She snickered a little not at him hurting himself, but the curses that escaped his lips. She bit her lip and soon after, he hurried up the stairs and was making motions at her to hurry up and get the key in there. She placed it in there, and she was chewing at her lip. She was actually worried about him and wondered if he was okay. He had told her if there were any whips and chains, he was so out of there.

She giggled, “Now, Now, Ben. I don’t leave that laying around the house. what kind of girl do you think I am?” Wait that’s right he probably didn’t consider her a girl, and some bitch from hell or something. She tossed her bags on the floor she’d deal with them later. She had a normal apartment. Which would probably be something he wouldn’t expect with it being Kayla, but I guess the day was full of surprises. “I keep those kinds of things in my dungeon with my stripper pole and naughty school girl outfits.” She teased.

“Are you sure you are okay? I could get you some ice for that knee or some painkillers? Perhaps a drink?” She asked, because of them lil Dixie’s he had up the stairs. She was sure he’d shrug it off, but she had to ask it was so unlike her to be so worried. Sure, she cared, but this was like beyond caring. He had to know she cared when she wouldn’t let him make a deal at the crossroads and pull some stupid stuff. She didn’t know what she was feeling just yet and it was a scary notion to her.

“Make yourself at home.” She told him. If he wanted to eat first she’d make him something if he wanted to shower she’d tell him where he could go. She could use some painkillers herself, because she wasn’t feeling very well herself, and she should look at the cut that she had on her head, but most of all she was happy to be away from that place. She couldn’t stay there any longer, she let him make himself comfortable, and she went to make some coffee in the kitchen. If he didn’t want pancakes she could make him, something else whatever she had in the fridge. She learned how to cook by watching her momma.

It probably would be shocking that she could cook. Not as well as her sisters hubby probably or Chey, but she could. She rummaged threw her cupboards for the coffee and painkillers…

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Oh, awesome, Kay had seen his entire 'legs go wobbly' act. Great...now she was going to make some kind of comment about his being an old fart and he'd never live it down. If she went and got him a diaper, or something, he was gonna friggin GET her like he'd never gotten her before!

When the expected teasing started, he just hung his head and sighed, resisting the urge to rub his now throbbing knees. Damn, but this was just weird; the joints just didn't want to hold his weight, for some reason. Cautiously, he moved toward her, keeping a hand out slightly so he could catch himself on a wall. He grinned at her come back about his earlier comment and chuckled softly. Thank God he had the ability to distract her, or he'd have to start plotting some major revenge.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Must've been all that flying through the air back at the crypt," He replied with a mutter. His brain was oddly turning to images of Kay in school girl outfits as well as French maid costumes and it was getting a bit on the disturbing side. Just trust his subconcious to make him crazy. "Some tylenol and whiskey please, bartender. You're being awfully nice, Kay. I'm starting to get scared."

He couldn't help but tease her, for some reason feeling the urge to lighten their 'situation.' It wasn't every day that a white mist flew up from a supposed 'hidden' crypt underneath a popular B&B, and the mere fact that he was fuckin' FANTASYZING about Makayla was just a tad...strange. If he didn't crack a few jokes soon, he'd probably end up throwing himself right back down those stairs.

Walking into the living room, Ben eased himself down onto one of the couches with a sigh. His legs felt shakey; as if he'd been running up hill for a few hours. And, if that wasn't enough, his head was throbbing like a bitch. Leaning back into the soft cushions, he glanced around the apartment, surprised that there weren't flamboyant decorations hanging around. Given Kay's nature, he would have assumed there would be...naked paintings and whatnot lying around. Huh, maybe she was a deeper hole than he'd initially thought.

"You got a nice place here, by the way. Very...so not how I pictured your place to be."

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Makayla didn't pick on him too as he much slammed into the banister, she was seriously struggling with herself wanting to sort of baby him, which was unusual Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara. She felt weirdly tingly and attracted to him and this was strange to her and she didn't feel to well herself being mist raped and shit and a skeletons hand on her ass and she was blaming that he made her feel safe and was going to keep her secret, and that was a big deal to her, and even if she threw herself at him he probably wouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation now would he? She had asked him if he was okay and he said he was fine it must have been all that being thrown around in the crypts “Must have been, I know I myself am sore, and could totally use a massage tomorrow,” She opened the door and let him have free roam of the house. He was the guest there after all, and wanted him to make himself at home and she was worried about him.

She was worried about herself with these thought she was having that just didn’t want to shake just yet. She told him to make himself comfortable and asked if he wanted anything for the pain and whatnot. It was as she expected he did need some painkillers. She had found some coffee and put the pot on to brew for herself part of her didn’t want to sleep after having that nightmare. Things of that nature she hadn’t had in some time now. Could being ‘playing fake house and being fake married’ to Ben have set it off? Things just didn’t add up with it, so she just shrugged it off and figured it was just that B&B, but part of her was terrified to fall asleep in case it happens again. She was told that he wanted some whiskey and painkillers and told her she was being nice it was getting scary. “I knew you’d need some of them and I’ll be right on that.” she leaned against the counter telling her to snap out of her

naughty ass thoughts. They shouldn’t be there this is her FRIENEMY after all. She had the opened the Tylenol she took out and, headed over to her bar to pour him a glace. “I am being scary, wow I ain’t I always scary, Ben?” She said walking over to him and handing him the Tylenol first then gave him the drink. “You want to know something scary. You said please” She don’t know if he even noticed perhaps it was just a bar room habit. She didn’t expect that kind of curiosity. She smirked again, “Besides if I was a bartender. I think I’d have a sexier out fit on then this.” She said with a sly shake of the head she was still covered in gross iciness‘. They both could use a shower, but she just wanted to relax for at least five minutes.

She had sat down next to him, he had told her she had a nice place and it wasn’t what he expected at all, she sat on the couch and turned slightly to look at him, and rested her head on the back of the couch raising a brow, “What did you think it would be like some freak on a leash freak show?” She said with a giggle. “What can I say Winchester. I am full of surprises.” She said poking him in the chest softly. Being nice tonight was one of them and that was scary to her as well. “Do you want to take a shower?” She asked. “ I could make you something to eat like I said I would if you are hungry.” She told him.

“Or I could just let you sit here and stink up my couch with that man stank of yours.” She said harassing him now tying to keep him on his toes. She didn’t want to scare him to much and perhaps she isn’t as lashy right now cuz she feels vulnerable and he knows her secrets. It usually made her lash more. “ I might have to scrub it for a month.” She said poking her tongue at him. They seriously had one hell of a night. Who would have thought they’d be here sitting on her couch. One would say hell has frozen over and perhaps it has with these feelings she is having for him. She bit her inner lips some more. “How about some TV? If you want to catch up on your soap operas feel free.” She said teasingly.

She was curious as to how he picked her place to be. In some odd way she was glad he stayed, she probably would have freaked out a little being home alone after their adventure tonight. He has a drink so, she could always tell him he has to stay she isn't letting him drink and drive, and will take his keys, and disable his babies engine if she must. She didn’t know why she was feeling so nice and caring and loving towards him it was scaring her big time. One would think she was drug induced or something. Perhaps it was the idea of being ' fakely married.' again playing at her head. She did always try to please the dudes she had dated, but those relationships had ended up with her being heart broken and cheated on. She tried Pushing all thoughts a side and watched him a moment before turning away, so he wouldn't catch her staring.

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"An Asian massage? Then I'm definitely in," Ben replied with a grumble as he hobbled into the room. Then, realizing what he'd just said, he tried to ignore the rampant blush that crawled up his neck. Imagining Kay having one of those 'special' happy endings with another woman...so what, he was a red blooded man! And Kayla was a beautiful woman, no matter how much it made him want to gag to think about it. That and the fact that imagining her naked was making a certain part of himself ache more than his knees...

Which was just about when his brain threw the 'off' switch and he had to resist the urge to bang his head against the couch arm. Jesus Christ, this was getting ridiculous! First, he was staring at her ass in the Inn, then he was curling himself up around her on the bed and thinking about how sweet she felt underneath him...for Chrissakes, this was MAKAYLA! Childhood enemy, current frenemy (yes, he'd said it), the one woman who got under his skin like no tomorrow. He knew he'd already gone through the mental tirade multiple times before, but...it was just strange! Had the white mist messed with his libido? Because shit, man; this was just fucked up!

Giving himself a little shake, he focused on what she was saying. It was probably a good thing that he wasn't privy to her thoughts; the knowledge that both of them had been going about the same lines of 'holy shit, he/she's actually hot' might have made the entire situation unbearable. So, crossing his arms over his chest and adjusting himself so he wasn't waving at her in a very inappropriate way, he just scowled at Kay and tossed down the tylenol with only the barest of grumbles. Now she was picking on him; wonderfuil. But also nice, in that this was the Kay that he knew. The girl who'd been flailing on the bed, calling out for help that obviously never came? That one...that version, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

Because whenever he thought about it, all he wanted to do was hunt down the bastard who hurt her and strangle him with his bare hands. The extent of the rage he felt surprised him; so much that he actually squeezed the glass until his knuckles popped. But, knowing that the subject wasn't one to bring up again, unless she did, he forced himself to calm down. The shit would get what was coming to him...if he hadn't already.

Wrinkling the nose at her mention of the television, he shifted on the couch and grumbled again when his knees sang out some painful tunes. "How about you let me use your shower instead? I can still taste that damn mist...afterwards, we can put out some calls. Maybe see if anyone's ever heard of that place or the people who were inside it. I don't know about you, but I've never seen shit like that rise up from a coffin, outside of a zombie movie."

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She had heard his comment about the Asian Massage, and said he was in. She didn’t even notice the blush on his neck as he wobbled to get settled in the room maybe it was because she was trying so hard not to check him out, and she felt horrible that he was feeling so bad and had hurt himself on the stairway it was a scary and new feeling for her. It was more then scary for her since this after all is her childhood enemy and she terrorized him and the other fellas in was most would think were very sinister. She shouldn’t be having ‘sexual feelings’ towards him especially since she went lesbian. She defiantly couldn’t deny he grew up to be one handsome man and no wonder why all the fine ladies flirt and throw themselves at him “ Oh yes, that is just what I need,” She replied with a grin thinking about how lovely a nice massage would be right now..

“ Uhhhh then shall I book you an appointment while I am at it.” she tried not to think about the both of them naked in the same area But she couldn’t help it opened the freezer and stuck her head in it trying to cool herself off before heading over to him with his drink and Tylenol, she really needed to calm herself down. She couldn’t act strange around him so did her best to act as if nothing was up. If only they could read each other’s minds, it would probably be disastrous and clothes defiantly would be ripped off. Once she brought him his drink asking him if he wanted to watch anything and she expected some witty ass comment about the soap opera’s from him and was shocked her just asked about the shower, and damn her head just went straight back into the gutter about him naked all lathered up in her shower with her soap.

Part of her thinks she should be saying 'ewwwwwwww don’t touch my soap dude.' and part of her says she should tell him to say please, but she didn’t and couldn't help but think even more about him scrubbing up in her shower. She bit her lips softly on the inside so she didn't say anything stupid and taking a breather, but the dirty thoughts keep on popping up damn them...

It was actually cute too how he‘d scrunch up his nose and that right there made her think to herself… ‘what am I thinking’ once again and wanted to slap herself for the hundredth time tonight.“ Sure, let me get you some towels. You do have extra clothes in that bag of yours?” She asked then giggled some. “Because you certainly wouldn’t look good in my bathrobe, Winchester.” She said nudging him, him playfully and wiggled her butt off the couch from where she was sitting beside him. It really was odd the two of them sitting on the same couch. His plan of action did sound like a very good one maybe they could shake something loose.

“ Making calls and finding out about that place and researching it sounds like a plan, batman and I have never in my life seen any shit like that nor do I ever want to be violated by a skeleton with its hand on my ass ever again.. “ It made her shutter slightly and pull a face. “Let’s go big boy… Do you need help getting up?” She asked. She knew that his leg was bothering him, but didn’t know that the pain in his pants was hurting far worse then that if only she could read his mind. It would be interesting and she knows he’d be glad she couldn’t. She didn't even notice that she had called him big boy it had just slipped out.

Kayla waited for him in case he needed any help then led him to her bathroom, getting some towels out of the linen closet. "If you need anything else let me know." She said to him before handing him the towels… "Do you want me to order out of make you anything while you’re in there?" It was the least she could do after the horrific night they had. She should shower sometime tonight too since she probably stank to high heavens as well... She went back out to her living room and waited for him to get all cleaned up, and her head def couldn't help but think of him in her shower. She flipped on the TV to try to distract herself from her own evil and devilish thoughts.

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That nose scrunching that she seemed to like so much reappeared once again, when she mentioned her bathrobe. He could just picture himself in some frilly pink monstrosity...or, in Kay's case, something skin tight and leathery. He'd look like a friggin S&M freak, on a good day. Rolling his eyes, he just gave her a droll look and tried not to think about the fact she felt good leaning up against his side. She smelled like crypt, white mist and sweat, but underneath all that, there was still...Kayla. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she'd always smelled damn good. Like...flowers. Or something girly like that.

"And thanks for the mental image...skeletons grabbing your ass; only you, Kay," He muttered, eyeing the hand that she offered him. His manly pride practically wailed at the idea of accepting any kind of help for a trip on the stairs, but...dammit, he knew for a fact that he was too sore to do it on hi sown. So, without a word, he accepted her help with a grunted 'yeah, thanks' and pushed himself up. Which then resulted in some major 'FUCK, BAD IDEA' thoughts, when said lower parts protested the movement. He just stood there for a moment, trying to convince the fire out of his joints, then started walking after her. Like a good little boy, he accepted the towels and eyed the bathroom. He again expected something ornate; some kind of...bah, he didn't know, huge ass bathroom with black tiles, or something. But nope, he was just getting a normal shower, in a normal bathroom.

"You're really ruining my mental image of you, you know," He 'complained,' with a grin, hobbling inside after kicking off his shoes outside the door. At her question, he glanced at her as he shrugged out of his jacket. "Order something? Hell yeah, Chinese would be great. We can eat and do some research on your computer. You mind if I crash here, tonight?" Stripping off his socks as he spoke, he straightened and yanked his tshirt over his head. Oh, hell yeah, it felt good to be rid of that grime-caked thing. Now standing in front of her in nothing but his jeans, he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head.

"You aren't having company tonight or anything, are you? 'Cause I can sleep in the car; it's no problem." Shrugging, he eyed the shower, then grinned at her. "Actually, hold that thought. Your shower's singing to me. Be out in a few!" With that, he gave her a little wave and shut the door. The next few minutes were spent making happy noises in the shower. The hot water performed some God-like miracles on his body, and damn but it felt good to be washed clean of all that grime. He even scrubbed soap inside his mouth, in an attempt to get rid of the aftertaste of white mist.

And all the while, he was doing his best not to think about the woman outside. The annoying, stubborn, thick headed childhood enemy...who felt really, really good in his arms, before the dream had gotten to her. For the rest of his days, he was going to remember waking up to that.

And it was going to friggin HAUNT him.

Finally done washing and determined to leave Kay some hot water, he stepped out and eyed the dirty clothing on the floor. Wrapping a towel around himself, he opened up the door and padded downstairs, following the noises he knew were from Kay. "Hey, I'm done. You got a washing machine I can use? 'Cause I really don't wanna change back into the cobwebs."

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

He said leave it to her for that mental image of the skeleton, and she poked her tongue out before and helped him up. "You’re doubly welcome" slipped her lips... for the help up and the mental image… She smirked as she let him go into the shower, and apparently, her bathroom was ruining his mental image of her. "Well now, Benjamin... it just shows you don't know me as well as you think." He said Chinese would be good. She could order that while he is in there. She had tried not to stare as he slipped out of that shirt and started asking her questions… She blinked at him for a minute trying to comprehend what was being said. She shook her head and and to be done with these sexual thought this is getting crazy now. He had asked her if she was having company tonight and she was about to speak when he said the shower had been calling to him, and shut the door… Therefore, she went back down stairs wanted to bash her head on the rail post on the way down...

Kayla had been sat in the living room trying to distract her own damn thoughts of him with it and picked up the phone, and called in some food for them to eat while they did research… She got up, got her laptop out, and stuck it on the table booting it up. She hoped that they could find something anything on that place. She was starting to think that she was going mental with the thoughts of Ben. She told him her deepest and darkest secrets that she couldn't even admit to the rest of her family, and that right there should put the thought of having any sort of intimate relations with him out of her head, but it wasn't and that seriously is fucked up… To make matters worse Ben came down stairs in a towel… 'Fricken hell.' she thought to herself… someone is defiantly trying to punish her. She certainly wasn't blind to the face how hot he really is and how he grew up well and in all the right places that would make any woman want to jump his bones in a heart beat and she shouldn't be thinking of him in this way… it seemed so wrong.

He asked her if she had a washer cuz he don't wanna get back into them cobwebs... she swallowed hard, and got up... "Yeah, ummm down the hall there…” She said pointing down to the laundry room... then thought frick, i don't want him seeing all my knickers… "Give me those. I will go stick em in… I ordered us food it should be here anytime now… my wallet is on the counter if they come… Don't scare them off now," she said to him. "I’d let you go in there and do it yourself, but I don't need you trying on all my panties while your in there." She giggled and knew he'd strangle her for that comment, and hell she had to get away from him in that damn towel before she does something she regrets later.... he had bit her lip and raced down the hall to stick his clothes... It didn't take her too long to get then in and the washer going how she wished she could stick her head in it too so she could wash away the thought of him. It was wrong to feel how she did… She had headed back out of the washroom and to where he was…

"To answer your question of if I am having company tonight the answer is no… and your more then welcome to stay… I am not going to make you sleep in your car, Benjamin… I'll even be a good hostess and let you stay in my bed so you get a good night sleep if you wanted." She hoped to god he would not take it the wrong way. She just didn’t think she would be sleeping tonight not after their horrific night at that b&b. So he may as well take the bed...Once the food got there she let Ben eat and slipped into the shower to take a quick one So she didn't smell horrid all night and got in some regular jammies, before sitting so they could see what they could find out.. While his clothes are being washed and she couldn't help but check him out when he wasn't looking. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time being close to him. She didn't know what was wrong with her. In a way she was actually happy he was staying. She didn't want to be alone not after what happened earlier, and that was hard for her to admit. She made some calls to the hunters she was tight with and let him do the same.

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It was with half amusement and half curiousity that Ben watched her scuttle around the room. She seemed almost tongue tied, as she snatched his clothes and high tailed it to the door, he thought with a little raise of his brow. As instructed, he made himself available to the kid who rang the doorbell, ignoring the shocked look as he answered it in his towel. Guess Kay didn't have many half naked male guests in her home, he couldn't help but muse. After paying and setting the hot stuff into the microwave to keep it warm, he wandered back out into the living room.

Man, if he didn't know any better, he would've thought that Kay was acting nervous around him...kind of like some of the flirty little girls he sometimes cracked a grin at down at the local bars. They twittered, smiled, fidgeted and blushed; all signs of a little attraction going on. And while Kay wasn't exactly giggling and crooking a finger at him, she was definitely acting weird. Fidgety. Shit, were his man parts making her nervous? It wasn't like it was his fault he wasn't born with a vagina, for Chrissakes.

Shrugging off the incident, he focused on the sound of her voice as she re-entered the room. Hitching his towel a bit higher, he flashed her a grin. "Great, because I don't think I could do a full night in the Impala. It's a beauty, but those seats in the back are just about as comfortable as they look. I ain't takin' your bed, Kay; I'll just crash on the couch. Thanks." That said, he watched her climb the stairs toward the shower and padded back into the kitchen to eat. The sounds of the shower running upstairs had HIM becoming the fidgety one, as he imagined water running all over that tanned, perfect skin...

Jesus, he was a pervert. With a low curse at the sudden discomfort below his towel, he turned on the faucet, ran the water until it was icy cold and stuck his head right under it. The pins and needles that started running all over his scalp helped him tamp down the hot and steamy images flittering through his brain. Thank God.

When Kay made her way downstairs, Ben was making himself comfortable on the couch. Facing away from her, he was leaning back against the couch arm, his feet up, ankles crossed. His phone was plastered to his ear while he flipped through a magazine he'd found on her coffee table. "Yeah, that's what I said, Lou. Mist. No, it wasn't black; it was white...kinda like the fog you see first thing in the morning up in the mountains? Yeah, smelled like shit, too. Uh huh. Yeah. Thanks, man."

Turning slightly as he tossed the phone onto the table, he sighed and tilted his head back so he could look at her, a tired smile on his face. "So far, none of my contacts have ever heard of a white mist. How about you? Any luck?"

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It was crazy how flustered she was getting by just him in his towel. She really shouldn’t be thinking the things she was thinking a ) she went lesbian, and b) this is her childhood friend / frienemy… yes she has heard of keeping your friends close and enemies closer, but the thoughts she was having was far beyond that border of that comfort. She had taken his clothes to the wash just to get them out of her head didn’t want him seeing the knickers in there. He had asked if anyone had been coming over because he could have slept in the impala and after her telling him that no one was coming over. She didn't know if that was comforting or was making her wiggle even more. He was telling her how the impala isn't at all comfortable and those seats are as comfortable as they look.

"Aww, poor ickle Benjamin… maybe you should upgrade them seats and put a nice soft comfort padding on them seats for all them night you spend in there." She was teasing… big time and knows he would never ever dream of doing that to his baby look at how he reacted when she padded it up. She knew he'd hate being called that too" Don't be silly. I will be up most of the night so you should take the bed. I promise it doesn't bite." It was no secret after tonight’s events at the B&B she wouldn't at all be sleeping. She didn't want to close her eyes. "I insist." If them seats were as comfortable as he says she knows cheap motel beds aren't that great either and he would feel like he died and went to heaven in hers. She was doing her best to stay cool calm and collected.

Her shower didn't take that long at all. She didn't feel the sudden change in the water pressure either as he stuck his head under the cold water down stairs. She was ready to do some research. She had came back down and he was settled on the couch flipping threw the magazine and was on the phone and she settled in a chair with her laptop, and tried to browse the place they stayed in every so often peeking over the top of the screen. She just felt drawn to watching him and seriously had to snicker at the girly mag he was flipping threw.

She huffed as she found the website and nothing on the white mist and it seemed as if the people at the inn never existed the crypts that are… It made her arch a brow… and thought it was weird.. He said his contacts hadn't heard of any mist… "Well, I found the website there is no story or myth on the crypts and it sounds like the people never existed which isn't at all possible right? We weren't drugged or something and seeing things were we? "She wondered then wondered if they really were on something. It would explain things right. "The food came right? I don't have to call back and bitch or something… I swear sometimes the dude who brings it is purposely late and thinks there will be a naughty knickers party going on here or something" She said with a shake of the head and forgot to ask earlier… "I forgot we didn't eat anything there did we?” She was racking her brain, but all she could remember now is the crypt, and in bed with him then the flipping out and how she couldn't believe now she had told him her darkest secrets.

She didn't mean to trail from the conversation and didn’t purposely talk about the naughty knickers it was probably just her brain on over drive and she has been having hella naughty thoughts, and tried to recover for that. " Cuz I am hungry… How about you? I really would have hated to call again... So your contacts haven't heard of anything either.... Something isn't adding up, and I don't like it." There were many things she didn't like right now like her constant want to pounce him, and have her way with him this was so unlike her it was unreal.

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With a grumble, Ben tossed his magazine back onto the coffee table and stretched. He felt so damn sore; as if he'd run up the stairs leading to her apartment ten times over. Obviously, getting tossed around and violated by freaking mist was taxing on a guy's body. Running his hand through his hair, he sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe there's nothing on that place," He grumbled, looking over at her with a frown. "It was so old, there has to be some kind of records...maybe we're just not going back far enough. In the morning, we could go and hit the local library; maybe even town hall. I bet the zoning commission knows something about what that crypt might have belonged to in its heyday."

Not to mention who the previous owners of the inn might be. While the couple inside was pretty old, that crypt was definitely older and had to have been occupied by living people somewhere on the land. There had to be records, property taxes...something they could go off of. Dead things just didn't appear underground by osmosis, right? His eyelid twitched at the thought of heading into a similarly dusty basement, but it was just a hazard of the job.

Hell, if huge ass spiders was the only thing he needed to worry about, it would be a really good day. Bah, why nothing in his life could be easy, he had no idea...

He had to pause and consider their being drugged, but shrugged it off after a minute. Hallucinations would be the easy explanation and, as he'd already fleshed out, their lives had never been anything but ridiculously unbelievable. His lips twitched when she immediately dove into food and he pushed himself to his feet, motioning for her to follow him into the kitchen.

He'd lined the food cartons up in a little line, in preparation for their moving in for the kill. Snagging one of the two plates he'd set out, he started pilling on the food, making yummy noises as he went. "Thanks for reminding me; I'm starving. I guess we didn't exactly have time to join the others at the inn for their 'wonderful cuisine.' Dig in, Kay; I think we ordered enough to feed a small army."

Once his food was shoveled, he snagged a seat at the table and stretched out. Though his first instinct was to start shoveling the food into his mouth like a wild thing, years of sitting at his mother's kitchen table had him instinctively reverting to politeness. He waited until she was ready, then dug in himself. "I don't like it either. I have some feelers out around the state, but so far, I've got nothing. Maybe if we can put a name to whoever was in that coffin, we'd have a better chance at getting some more information."

Pausing, he chewed thoughtfully for a minute, then cast a look at her over his fork. "Kay...when we were down there and the mist was...y'know, doing its shit...did you hear anything? Like, maybe a voice in your head? Telling you stuff that kinda rhymed?"

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Life was never easy for her something always came along and put a damper on things maybe this had been on of them? These two seriously have had their difficulties and it seriously made her wonder even more if they were drugged up. Maybe she was completely inebriated and there is no telling how much he had to drink before his friend called him on a case… Were they set up? Everyone always said they had a ‘thing for each other’ so maybe they were set up. It was another thing that floated in her head while they were trying to dig up dirt on this place.

She listened to him grumble and ramble on some. She shrugged it off, and didn’t say anything at all about that only the fact that maybe they were drugged, and perhaps that was even more reason why she was having them thoughts that she’d usually want to scratch her own eyes out about. When Ben mentioned about going to the library in the morning, it made her burst out laughing and she couldn’t help it. “I am sorry the image of you in a library with loads of books just is too funny, Ben.” She giggled trying to shake the image off. “But it is a good plan batman...”

It def was a good plan and he did have some good points. It wasn’t like there couldn’t be any history to the place at all right? It didn’t come out of an alternate dimension or something. “Perhaps we should pay your buddy a visit to since he did give you the case. If I were you I’d want to know how he heard about it, and WHY he wanted to give it to you of all people.” It was making her wonder if they were set up all the more did he know she was in the area and tried to get them shacked up?

She really hadn’t been down their long before asking if the food had came she was starving and needed a distraction from the things wandering in her head and food would do that. If they were drugged the munchies and the horndogness would def be a side effect to it wouldn’t it? She had followed him to the kitchen, trying not to check out his ass in that towel. “The delivery person give you a hard time or anything?” If it was the young man that always delivered she swore the dear had a crush on her . He always seemed to get a lil tongue tied around her it was cute. She seen he had found everything okay seeing as he had the plates and stuff all ready for when they did pile things on their plate to eat. She did say to make himself at home.

“You’re Welcome. Part of me is glad we missed it for all we know they could have been cannibals or something trying to get couples to join their cult.” She said shuttering at the thought. “Yes, enough for an army, but hey you’re a Winchester. I have seen the lot of you eat. “It was even sweet how he waited for her to get settled before eating his momma did teach him some manners, but with it being her she figured he wouldn’t have cared. She had gotten settled eating some picking at the contents on her plate and listening to the feelers and stuff out and how he didn’t like it either them not finding anything. The feelers out made him sound like he’s and octopus and made her snicker again shuffling the food on her plate and listen to his words about the rhyming words .

“Yeah, I heard that too, I don’t remember what was said, but I swear there was a name in there too about who they were… Damn it, why can’t I remember it. Stupid mist. I was more worried about the boney hand on my ass at the time.” She said pondering what it was, before looking at him.

She tilted her head some to look at him. "Are you doing all right, Ben?" She was worried about him still especially after the Dixie he took outside in the stair well and how he could have seriously hurt himself. She then ate some more food that she piled on her plate, before rubbing her belly when she was done it with hers and her tummy was happy. "You know I still think you should take the bed, we could get you all propped up in there, and make sure that knee of yours is elevated properly so it won't hurt as much tomorrow," and there was the weirdness of her trying to baby the shit out of him which was odd, but she really was worried, and she didn't think she'd sleep so why make him loose sleep with her rummaging around the house.

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God, but her closeness made his brain fizzle like insanity. What the hell was it about her that seemed to drive him so damn crazy? When he didn't want to strangle her, he wanted to stop that sharp tongue with a kiss so heated, it would put their backseat tryst to shame. Which, of course, meant he was completely psychotic, because through mutual agreement, they'd decided that the event had never happened. Until now, he'd been very happy to go on doing just that, because...hell, despite how he might hate himself for it, he did value her friendship, and Lord knew that he was hell on the women in his life. While he wanted to shove the mouthy girl off a cliff half the time, he really freaking valued her friendship.

Hell...what other woman in his life would actually show up at a crossroads and talk him out of making the worst mistake of his life? Only Kay. Only...his worst enemy and best friend.

Wonderful, now he was sounding like a chick flick. Man, he just KNEW being forced to watch those crummy movies with Simi was a bad idea! Get in touch with his feminine side his ass...

He nodded as he chewed on another dumpling. "I wouldn't mind that either. I was doing 'ol Charlie a favor, taking on this Hunt...but now I'm starting to wonder if it was all planned. Hell, if he'd done his freaking research, he should've known about the crypts. Even though I hadn't found anything when I did some digging...but y'know, I was never the one for that kinda stuff."

He didn't add how Ryder was always the brother to dig his nose into the books; he didn't want to bring up bad memories. He was feeling funny as it was. It was strange...he almost felt tired chewing, for crying out loud. It must be all that getting thrown around a cobweb laden crypt that wore a guy out. Go figure.

He laughed when she moved onto the couples at the inn, almost choking on the food he was chewing. Feeling less inclined to down the noodles he'd been eyeing as he remembered the little scene in the B&B's basement, he pushed the carton aside and shook his head with a sigh. "I think it would've been much easier if the place was a cult. But those ghosts...they didn't seem demonic in any way. Just like they were...warning us, somehow."

When she admitted to hearing the voice too, he tensed and rolled his suddenly tense shoulders. "Y'know...maybe we should consider going back; maybe sneak it when everyone's asleep and see what we can find. We can be armed with rock salt next time and kick some ghost ass, while exploring the place. See what answers are down there...and what those two ghosts really meant when they say 'impending doom' and shit." He shook his head and pushed himself to his feet, scowling at the wobbliness in said knees. Shit, he hated feeling old. "Nah, I'll take the couch and don't argue. You're hurting my manly pride enough by bringing up the Staircase Incident. Go sleep, Kay; I gotta wait for my clothes to dry anyway."

Standing, he pulled his little towel back up so it was covering everything important- not that he needed to, given the fact that she'd seen all of those dangly bits...fuck, and now he was thinking about her dangly bits and...FUCK, now the towel was a tent...wonderful- and quickly turned away to head for the living room. "We can talk more in the morning."

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Ben seemed to agree with what she said about paying his friend a visit. And that research was never really his forte it was more of a Ryder thing then his own and she knew that it was and things were still touchy with the Ryder subject and the night they shared in the impala they both agreed never ever happened, but still this moment she was a little bit flushed and still couldn't help the thoughts about jumping him right hear and now. 'What the hell is wrong with me.' she thought shoveling more food into her mouth listening. "Maybe he has the answers we need then and we should pay him a visit and torture them out of him if we must." a devilish smirk sprawled across her lips at the idea of that for a moment.

"And I know research isn't your thing Benjamin it is why I find the idea of the library so funny…” Makayla had ate some more of the Chinese and Ben said maybe the should consider going back to the Bed and Breakfast, she shrugged her shoulders a little, and thought maybe they should... if they go prepared in the basement maybe they had a better shot at getting them answer. "We could do that too." She stated. It was getting late and they both were getting tired, and she had offered him her bed especially after the stairway incident, and she was being down right nice offering it to him… She usually would make some snappy remark about his manly pride being hurt or telling him to suck it up, but it never came… she didn't want to argue, and she let him win this time.

She chewed at her lip trying not to look at him when he got up, but could see him yanking the towel up some more out of the corner of her eye, and she stood up herself. He said they could talk more in the morning… She nodded and watched him walk off into the living room, part of her still wanting to jump him on the couch shaking off that feeling put the dishes into the sink throwing the stuff into the fridge… "Good Night.” She yelled as she headed upstairs to her room… he surely knew where she was if he needed anything. Makayla laid in bed lost in her thoughts counting the spaces on her ceiling. She couldn't get to sleep, and when she finally did she tossed and turned and tossed and turned some more. Small whimpering noises could be heard, she was having fricken nightmares again of that awful night... it was horrible. Why was she having these dreams after all these years?

She had woken up before it got to far the sound of the alarm going off… woke her… she had to get up early for work usually… she hit the alarm tears had shed in her sleep once again and the hurtful memories plaguing her brain cut like a knife. She laid there cuddling her pillow some sobbing gently into the pillow, before drying her eyes, and heading downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee trying to be sneaky and not to wake Ben if he was still asleep… Her jammies were wrinkled, and her hair was a mess still, but hell she didn't care, If he picked on her to much she'd just have to kick his ass… her eyes were probably puffy from the tears that had shed, and tried to mask that splashing water on her face after she started brewing the coffee, and putting the TV she had in the kitchen on. She muted it and turned the closed caption on so she could read it, and wondered if she should make breakfast or call something in. When the coffee had finished percolating, she had poured herself some, and went to the fridge to get some milk pouring it in before sitting at the table, watching the news. She didn't get much sleep and didn't want to go back to bed; she didn't want to have those dreams again.

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Unfortunately, sleep didn't come as easily to Ben. Lying on the couch as he'd waited for his clothes to finish drying, he'd stared up at the ceiling and thought. First, his mind started reeling about the last 24 hours and all that had went down. He went over the events again and again in his mind, trying to remember any detail he might have missed previously. Then he started to wonder about Kay and what she'd told him in the B&B...which then became planning on ways to tear the fucker who'd hurt her into teeny, tiny pieces and not get caught.

Finally, his mind reverted back to how nice it had felt when he'd woken up in that cramped hotel bed with her curled against him. In the ten to fifteen seconds before she'd proceeded to smack the crap out of him during her dream, he'd been...hell, he didn't know. Was 'content' a good way to describe it? Was it peaceful? Nice? He'd snorted, rolled his eyes and went back to thinking about their attack.

Even though he never really could get his mind off of the woman in the upstairs room. How she'd felt in his arms reminded him of another night, another chance meeting that had ended up with them so intimately close together. He almost cried in relief when the dryer binged its finished song and he could get into his pants, before Kay came down and noticed a certain...rise in his spirits.

Shoving his head through the hole in his shirt, he'd grumbled and cursed under his breath...especially when he'd managed to trip and fall flat on his face in front of the couch. He'd gone still then, hoping that Kay wasn't about to come down and inspect the noise, only find him flat on his ass. The combination of getting attacked by ghost-mist, thrown through a damned wall and then down a set of stairs must be catching up with him; he'd cursed the years and levered himself up on the couch. He hadn't liked how his hands shook or his head ached, but he chalked it up to lack of sleep. So, in an attempt to reverse the effects, he'd forced himself to lie down and drift off.

As if life were that freaking easy, right? Gah.

He managed to get a few hours in before the sounds of someone moving around in the next room brought him back to reality. His first reaction was to reach for his gun and shoot whoever had broken into his motel room, but upon smelling coffee and finding a frilly pillow under his head, memories of the past 24 hours came rushing back. He was at Kay's house...and his head freaking HURT.

With a groan and a curse, he managed to shuffle into the kitchen. Scratching at his chest, he blinked owlishly at his 'roommate' and yawned, before going over to the coffee pot. He looked rumpled and stiff; exactly how he felt.

"You sleep well?" He asked, doing his best to covertly mention the last time she'd dreamed. "And gah, thank God. Coffee, coffee...come to papa."

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Kayla had tried to be as quiet as possible… It wasn't everyday someone was crashed out on her couch and having to tip toe about as if she was as quiet as a mouse...Sleep didn't come easy for her and that was a straight fact, but she lie if asked otherwise. She didn't want him to know she had struggled with sleeping. She hoped that Ben would be able to sleep threw her being in the kitchen, and at least one of them would be getting some decent sleep, but her wishes on him being able to rest were soon popped since he had awoken there had been a groan and swear coming from the living room and part of her couldn’t help, but chuckle a little… She hoped he didn’t fall off the could that be embarrassing.

He then came into the kitchen… She sighed to herself quickly and tried to gather her composure and brave face… despite the fact she had been crying. Kayla was a strong person and she knew she could get threw this once again just it surfacing after so long was taking a toll on her. She was sat there chewing on her lip for a moment watching the news, when he fully made it into the kitchen. She looked him over, and it didn’t seem like he had slept to well either. She knew he should have taken the bed it would have been far more comfortable after the things he had endured at the B&B and the stairway. She hadn’t the slightest clue about his middle of the night fall down, and she would probably never find out…

Ben asked her if she slept well… “Just peachy and you?” It was a total lie… She didn’t sleep well at all and she wasn’t going to tell him that. Just peachy or I’m fine is a lie she uses a lot when she is not okay or is lying about something, but you have to really know her well to pick up on her habits. She moved onto him and how he didn’t look like she slept well… another sign of lies… Her deflecting to someone else… “By the looks of you, Benjamin… I am gonna take it as no… how are you feeling you old sack of bones.” She said teasing him some. By this time, he had his coffee and seemed to be in heaven by telling it to come to papa. She snickered and shook her head… “You know, I will die laughing if the coffee ever talks back to you and says no.” She had sipped her own coffee enjoying every sip of its contents, and grabbed the remote and unmated the news.

“ I suppose I can listen to this now that you are awake. I didn’t want to make too much noise. I didn’t want to wake you.” She told him. “ How about some breakfast?” She asked waiting to see what he had to says. Hell she thought he’d wake up.. Drink the coffee and make it B line and head the hell out of there.. She didn’t imagine that he’d stick around why would he.

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Oh yeah, she sure looked like she'd had a great night's sleep. Did something like that come with puffy eyes and racoon eyes, he wondered? It was actually a bit strange; seeing the usually well put together Kay looking so...normal. He didn't know why, but he'd always seen her as that annoying woman with the nice ass and the sharp tongue. Seeing her this way, this vulnerable, made him want to do the strangest things.

Like take her into his arms and nibble on that pouting lip of hers. Shit, man, he was really getting tired of mentally yelling at himself. He'd just...imagine Ryder naked every time he got into one of these moods. Yeah, that was the ticket; his brother's skank ass. Ugh, he felt nauseous already; this was good!

Scratching the back of his head with a yawn, Ben kept silent and eyed the coffee currently sitting in his mug. Mmm, that smelled like Heaven, but he wasn't sure if he could handle a cup, with the little sleep he'd had. Pure caffeine on little to no REM always made him very cranky when the buzz finally wore off. "I'm feeling like I just got my ass handed to me by a ghost cloud. Thanks for pointing that out; my self esteem loves you."

He couldn't help but return fire; it was always like that, when around the sharp tongued woman. It was a game of theirs...along with her poking her nose into things she shouldn't. Bah, WHY had he let her come along on the hunt in the first place? Freaking brief lapse of insanity, that was for damned sure.

He chuckled at her comment about his coffee and rolled his eyes before taking a sip. With a satisfied sigh, he set the mug down and shook his head, glancing at the door over his shoulder. If only he'd known how easy it was for her to read him, he'd have managed a different answer to her question for breakfast. "Nah, that's alright; I should be heading out. I made a few calls last night when you'd gone to sleep, and a buddy of mine seems to think he's heard of our kind of 'cloud troubles' before. I told him I'd meet him tonight and see what I can find out."

With another sip of his coffee, he moved back into the living room and picked up his pack. He'd taken care of the sheets and his borrowed towel earlier that morning; nobody could say his Mama never taught him proper guest manners. Running his hand through his hair by way of a brush, he went back into the foyer where he knew Kay was waiting for him. Flashing a smile, he paused before passing her and looked into her eyes, face growing a bit serious. "I'll call you when I find something out...but you keep in touch with me and your family, hear? I don't know what all that dusty crap was about and I don't wanna hear you've fallen off the face of the earth or anything."

He refused to let her see how much the thought affected him, instead shouldering his bag and opening the door. It was an impulse, an urge he'd later scream at himself for giving into, but before he could stop himself, he found himself reaching up and using the crook of his finger to raise her chin, so he could look at her more fully. He was sure there were words that accompanied the movement; some kind of a threat, or a command...but, instead, insanity was what followed. And he did the second most stupidest thing- according to him- that day.

He bent down and kissed her.

It was nothing more than a brush of his lips against hers; a butterfly's wings of a kiss, but it was enough to make him want to stay for more. A flash of memory, of the backseat of the Impala flew through his mind, but he managed to stop himself before he really damned them both. Pulling back, he forced that trademark smile onto his face and winked at her. "Don't keep in touch, and I'll do that again. Later, Kay. I'll call you."

Ben: And, with that, he was out the door and down the stairs as fast as his feet coudl carry him.



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He was practically glaring at his cell phone as the thing kept ringing, the speaker echoing in the silent compartment of the Impala. "C'mon, Kay, pick the hell up," He mumbled, cursing under his breath when her voicemail came up. Clearing his throat, he squinted burning eyes into the darkness as he sped toward her apartment. "Kay, this' Ben...for the freaking twelfth time. I'm coming to your apartment, and you'd better frikken be there, or I'm gonna pee on your rugs, or something. Call me back."

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For Makayla it is still odd having him here in the morning, but it wasn't all to bad… it was actually nice in a way thought usually she is fully made up by the time she goes out in public and that he has seen her all showered and made up so it was a bit weird for her .. almost as if she was just a wee bit self conscious especially with her, herself knowing she looks like shit rolled over twice, but he looked just as bad.

So perhaps Ben of all people seeing her like that wasn't bad lets him see she does have a different side to her, but she did her best to be normal run of the mill self. She threw out banter, at him looking as if he had slept like shit and said he was an old sack of bones, and he surely dished it right back at her, and that was something she could always count on which seemed to make her morning seem all the better after the dreadful nights sleep. She grinned happy with herself hearing him say his self of steam loves her. " It's very welcome of course." She said sipping her coffee… "My pleasure."

He didn't want to stay for breakfast and she couldn't blame him, but was glad he got a lead on this so-called mist clouds they had ran into at the bed and breakfast and hoped to hell that he could find answers. She watched him move back into the living room to pick up his stuff, which made her wrinkle her nose a little at the cuteness and manors one thing was for sure his momma raised him right… she was going to tell him he didn't have to clean up, but he already had so no point arguing on that.

She had muffins and stuff at her house, so packed him up a little bag with muffins to make sure he does eat something and put some pain killers in there in case he needed some with a bottle of water, and she wouldn't take no for an answer before he leaves. He had came into the foyer passing her with a smile, before his facial features becoming more serious… telling her to keep in touch with him and her family and not to fall off the face of the earth.. Did he think she'd do something stupid and irrational? It was sweet in a way… "Don’t worry I will… You can't get rid of me that easy. You're not that lucky." She teased and smirked some that sinister Kayla smirk. She thought she would be fine.

She held out the bag she made for him, and what happened next floored her, like full on. She didn't expect it at all, he used his finger to tilt her chin, and the next thing she knew they were standing in her door way in a sweet little bitterly kiss, which immediately was stirring her emotions about more she didn't know what she was feeling anymore one thing for sure was it was nice.. He pulled back, and with his signature smirk and threatened her with more kisses if she did not keep in touch...

She scrunched up her nose again, giving him a ' you wouldn't dare glare. I’ll rip your lips off stare down' before he headed out the door.... She could says she hated it, but that would be a lie…it surely brought back memories of their hot night in the Impala which she shook off… She watched him go, and then shut the door confused with everything especially with her feelings about the man that just left...

FOUR WEEKS LATER…

Things hadn't been good for little old Kayla as the weeks treaded on days went by for her so slow… so very slow, and when sleep time came, she had a difficult time sleeping… her dreams haunted her like the plague that she didn't know what to do. She was losing it slowly her grip on reality and the days just seemed to flood on by she even had taken to crawling into friends beds to try to sleep, she even went home and cuddled her momma and showed up at her sisters house crying her eyes out things were spiraling out of control for her.

Kayla had taken to hitting the bottle hard, just to pass out at night so she could try to get some decent sleep, but sometimes that didn't even help from her emotional break down she started to buy drugs as well, and sleeping pills… she knew it would take a lot to kill her so she wasn't worried about death ot getting ill.. Her blood and all, but even her blood could not protect her from the emotional trauma's she was suffering…

Ben had gone out weeks ago trying to get answers and her worrying about him didn't seem to help her matters either… She had gotten trashed the night before into the next morning, and her phone was being annoying with the ringing and ringing she didn't even check to see who the number was and started bitching at the phone to shut up.. Moreover, threw it against the wall… pissed off at it for being a pain...

It made her head throb, bottles were lingering about… next things she knows there was banging on the door... and she grumbled some… "Don't get you panties in a wad. I am coming... "She said yawning slightly… he clothes were a bit ruffled, and she def looked a mess like she had some wild night... She opened the door… "What?" She asked even before seeing whom it was rubbing eyes some trying to focus… but she was still a little bit sloshed… but seemed to sober up more seeing whom it was. "Benjamin is that really you?" She asked poking him some to see if he was there or if this was another of her dreams and he was going to turn into the rapist that plagued her dreams.

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If steam could have been pouring out of his ears, he'd have made a great cartoon character. The thought made a huff of a laugh escape him, as he pulled the Impala into an empty spot in front of her apartment building. Of course she hadn't answered his calls; that would have made him less crazy and thus had prevented him from driving like a maniac across state lines to get to her. She was probably in there with some girl, having a good time and forgot to recharge her phone. That was the Kay he knew; not the origin of the crazy stories his family and friends had filled him in about over the past week. When he'd left, she'd been perfectly fine! A bit shaky and kind of grimy from rolling around in cobwebs, but...fine!

Then he'd left, and she'd obviously fallen apart. Poor girl...he was just that awesome.

In the back of his mind, he wondered about the coincidence of her breakdown with their run-in with the white mist, and all of the information he'd gathered during his time away. It seemed too damned close to shrug off...but hell, he didn't understand how ghosts could make her lose her friggin mind! With more force than was necessary, he closed the driver's side door and stomped over to the building. The front door recieved similar treatment, and he started for the stairs. Were the ghosts somehow triggering such behavior in her? And if so, why wasn't it doing the same to him?

In a flash, he saw himself and Kay, naked in the back of the Impala and almost choked on the breath he was taking. Yeah, so that had been kind of strange, but...it was before the mist, so it didn't count!

He took the stairs slowly, hating the way his knees popped and cracked with each movement. Everything in his body was sore, as if he'd run a couple marathons, but he blamed it on going headfirst through a wall. Not to mention that his research had involved squatting in lots of dimly lit library basements, and the fact that she was getting on in life...hell, he didn't want to think about it. There were more important things to dwell on, such as strangling his one-time partner in crime. Gah, if she was in there, sexing up some random girlfriend of hers, he was going to freaking KILL her. After taking pictures...fuck, no, switch back. Kill her. That's what he was going to do; kill her SO friggin dead!

It was about when the thought ran through his mind and he hit her floor, that the dizziness stopped him. Leaning sideways on the wall, he squeezed his eyes shut and counted to twenty. The spells had been coming and going for a few days now, and he blamed it on his lifestyle. Maybe all that fast food and skipping breakfast was finally catching up to him?

With yet another growl, Ben pushed himself up off the wall and stalked toward her door. Cowboy the shit up, Winchester, he told himself as he raised a fist and started pounding. It wouldn't do to puke on Kay's feet when se finally opened up.

And when Kay finally did, it was all he could do not to pull her into his arms and hug the crap out of her. To her, he probably looked like shit; there was a day's worth of stubble on his chin, circles around his eyes and somehow, he'd managed to drop ten pounds in the course of two weeks, despite the fact his appetite hadn't changed. But his own appearance was forgotten when he got a good look at her.

"Shit, Kay...of course it's me," Catching her hand when she poked him, he took a step closer, concern plainly written on his face. "Honey...you look horrible. What's happened? Why haven't you returned my calls?"

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