Dean couldn't believe this shit. Here he was, a hunter his whole damn life and he was being held captive by a thirteen year old girl with a knife. Creepy little bitch kept the thing too close to his face. Meanwhile all he could do was listen to the gunshots, the noise, the events that he could only imagine were happening. No. Sammy could take care of himself.

Back in lockdown, Dean didn't make it back before they did like he'd promised. The whole thing happened so fast Kayla didn't really even have time to worry. As soon as the cage was unlocked Sam was out of it and took him out quickly. It was pretty impressive actually.

"Damn Sam, you knocked him out."

"I have been doing this awhile." He turned the key and unlocked her cage, followed by the officer. Kayla helped him drag the body into the cage for safe keeping when he came to. By that time two more were coming their way; she hoped Dean was faring alright.

When the two caught up to them, the cop took the initiative to jump the younger one. He easily flung her off of him and onto the ground. Sam yelled to get his attention, which made the man turn and accidentally shoot his father. That's what you get.

Kayla didn't wait for his shock to wear off. She jerked the rifle out of his hands and hit him hard in the side of the head with it, knocking him clean out. Revenge felt good.

"Put me in a cage."

Sam nodded to her. "Not so bad yourself."

Once again she helped him drag the body into a cage, the police could deal with them later. Officer Kathleen had her gun aimed at Hillbilly Daddy, and looked more than ready to shoot him.

"I'll watch this one," she said to Sam. "You go find your cousin."

Sam hesitated and Kayla put a hand on his arm. These people were nothing as far as she was concerned.

"Come on Sam."

Shortly after they walked out they heard the gunshot; she didn't feel any sympathy. They walked through the house and came upon a strange scene: Dean tied to a chair under the guard of a small girl. Granted she did have a knife, she'd give him that. Kayla chuckled quietly and the girl spun around to face them.

"Hey sweetheart, daddy's not coming to save you so you might as well…"

The girl started to run and Kayla caught her by the back of the shirt. Sam grabbed her wrist as she turned to swipe at Kayla with the knife and swept her into the closet. They both stared at Dean.

"It's not like she was the one who tied me up." He didn't get a believing feeling off their looks. "This isn't funny."

"It's a little funny." Sam cut him loose.

"Yeah, hilarious."

"What is she…twelve?" Kayla asked, fighting back a smile. "But she was armed right?"

"I wouldn't laugh too hard." Dean stood and wiped some of the blood from his face. "Because you're about to Daisy Duke our car out of the impound lot."

She paused a moment to catch his meaning. "That's not going to work."

"This is a small town, it'll work."