Their newest venture to the house was a little tenser than the last. It was time to put an end to this thing. They turned the corner and pointed their guns to the door that was making noises.

"You ready?" Dean asked.

"As ready as I'm gonna be."

"Me too!" A voice chimed from behind.

Dean and Kayla spun around, guns pointed at…the trailer geeks. Geez. They screeched when they saw the guns and held their hands up.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hey, we're just trying to get a book and movie deal. Why don't you guys go open that door?"

Kayla rolled her eyes. "Why don't you do it, you're the professionals."

Too late. The door slung open and Mortechai bust in, he made a swing at them while Dean and Kayla opened fire. He disappeared, but of his own will. He wasn't dead. Dean looked at her, confused. While they looked into the next room the bastard came back and made a swipe at Harry, who was now trembling.

Dean helped him up. "Didn't you guys post that BS story we gave you?"

"Of course we did, but the server crashed."

Kayla laughed nervously. "So these guns don't work."

"We're getting the hell out of here."

The two 'professionals' ran towards the exit. It wasn't a minute before they heard them screaming. Kayla nodded to Dean and took off in their direction, Dean started searching for something, anything to get rid of this thing.

Kayla rounded the corner and saw Ed and Harry cornered by Mortechai. She took a deep breath and yelled at him.

"Hey!" He spun around. "Come on you bastard, let's have a little fun."

Mortechai apparently wasn't intimidated; he dropped his axe and grabbed her by the throat to slam her against the wall. Kayla gasped and was going to tell the guys to run, but they were two steps ahead of her. So much for chivalry. The grip tightened on her throat and she coughed roughly, thankfully Dean ran up in time.

He sprayed fire towards the thing and he backed off. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Before they got all the way out of the house, Dean stopped and tossed a lighter in. The floors spread in flames quickly, he must have doused them.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting rid of its haunting place, come on." He pulled her towards the woods, far enough away from the fire. They headed back towards the car.

"You think that'll work?"

He ignored the question. "Are you ok?"

"What? Yeah, I'm fine."

He put a hand on her arm to stop her and looked at her throat where Mortechai had her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She pushed his hand off her neck. "Dean I'm ok."

"Let's not entice the ghosts ok? Not a real safe bet."

"Yeah I don't know where I got that from…"

"Yeah." He still wasn't convinced she unphazed by the ordeal, the concern showed plainly on his face.

That familiar tingle ran down her spine and she looked at the ground. She felt her face flush, thank God it was dark. "Quit looking at me like you're worried or something; you might give a girl the wrong idea."

Dean brushed his hand against the side of her neck and kissed her before he could talk himself out of it. He more than noticed her lack of resistance.

"I hope I didn't give you the wrong idea on that." He looked her in the eyes, trying to get a feel for what she was thinking.

"No, I think that one was loud and clear."

"Well I better be sure." He kissed her again, rougher this time. When he felt her hands around his shoulders he knew there was no going back. He didn't know whether this would lead to more harm than good, but it wasn't going to stop him now.

Sirens wailed in the distance, they were headed to the fire. Dean mustered enough restraint to pull away from her.

"We gotta go." He kissed her a third time, quickly so he didn't get wrapped up in it and urged her towards the car. "Come on."

Sam looked up at them as they came into the hotel room. They looked tired, and smelled like smoke. "Hey guys, what happened?"

Kayla glanced to Dean but he was distracted and didn't answer, she answered for him. "He burned the house down. No place to haunt, no ghost."

Sam looked concerned; it seemed like a stretch, like a quick and easy fix. "What if the legend changes and he's allowed to leave the house?"

He was looking at Dean but he still didn't answer him.

"Then I guess we're coming back. Are we staying here tonight?"

Sam checked the time. "Nah we'll head out." He spoke directly to his brother. "You're being awful quiet."

"What?" He finally joined the conversation. "Yeah, long night. You better drive I'm exhausted."

Whatever was bothering him must be big; Dean never offered to let him drive. He always had to pry the keys out of his hands.