Kayla checked her dress in the mirror; everything was back to how it should be. She watched the reflection as Dean came up behind her and kissed her on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna grab the hand and get out of here. Why don't you go rescue Sam from his 'date'?"

She smiled. "Can do." She turned and gave him a lingering kiss, then went back down to the main hall. For a moment she had so watch in amusement; Sam was pretty much being groped by the woman. He glared at her when he caught her smiling and she walked over to them.

"Kayla!" He exclaimed in a relieved breath. "Ms. Case, you remember Kayla."

"Yes of course, how are you dear?"

"A little nauseous unfortunately. The champagne was really good…"

Sam feigned some serious concern. "Are you feeling sick? Do you think you can drive?"

"I should most definitely not drive."

Ms. Case grabbed hold of Sam's arm. "Why don't you call her a cab? She can…"

"Oh, no. I should really make sure she gets back ok. Ms. Case, thank you so much for the invitation. I had a great time."

She smirked and patted him on the butt. "Give me a call sweetheart."

Sam quickly moved with her to the door, he'd had about enough of that. "Thank you. I take it they got the hand?"

"Yep." She felt kind of bad ditching her date without a word, but hey, it was a job after all. "So what's the deal anyway? You totally had the chance to get laid."

"Shut up." He opened the passenger door for her and she got in with a laugh before he slid into the back seat. "Not even funny."

"You're right. It's hilarious, and I'm most likely not gonna let you live it down."

Dean got into the driver's seat. "Well hey guys." He looked back at Sam. "You smell like sex."

He threw his hands up. "Seriously? Let me see this stupid thing I got groped for all night."

"Yeah yeah." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the towel. When he unwrapped it he found a bottle with a model ship in it. "I'm gonna kill her."

"She stole it?!" Kayla snapped at him, more accusatory of Dean than of Bella.

"She's a thief, it's what she does!"

"You knew that before you put the thing in your pocket. How could you let her take it?" A better question was how could he let himself get distracted enough by Bella not to notice?

"It's gone, what the hell do you want me to do about it now?"

Back at the house, Dean was still pissed as hell about it getting stolen, whereas Sam and Kayla had come to terms with it.

"I think we should find out where she is, and torture her slowly." Dean spat.

Kayla agreed, but didn't say anything.

"I can't believe she pulled another one over on us."

"You." Sam corrected him. "She pulled one over on you, not us."

"You're not helping!" He turned towards the knock at the door and they heard Bella's voice.

"Hello, it's me! Open up!"

He looked back at them, completely confused. What the hell? He went and pulled the door open.

"Just let me explain."

"Explain fast."

She walked in and sat down, all business. "I'll be straight with you. I sold the hand, I had a buyer lined up as soon as I discovered it existed."

"So the whole benefit dinner…" Sam asked.

"I needed a cover. You were convenient."

"If you sold it to a buyer, why don't you just go buy it back?"

"It's half way across the ocean, I'll never get it in time."

"In time for what? What's the matter with you Bella, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I saw the ship."

"You what?" Dean tried not to laugh but he did. "You know, I knew you were an immoral, con artist bitch but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower…"

"What are you talking about?"

"We figured out the spirit's motive." Sam stated. "He goes after people who have shed their own family's blood. The girl killed her cousin in a car accident, the brothers killed their father, now you."

"Oh my God."

"So who was it Bella? Daddy, maybe a little sis?"

"None of your business."

Kayla was actually enjoying this interrogation.

"Have a nice life Bella, what's left of it anyway." Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, Kayla was right behind him. "Sam let's go."

Bella stood quickly. "You can't just leave me here. Please. I need your help."

"Yeah well, we're just a bunch of serial killers, what do you expect?"

"Ok that was a little harsh but it doesn't warrant a death sentence."

"That's not why you're going to die." Sam stated. "What'd you do Bella?"

"You wouldn't understand. No one did." Off their looks she sighed. "Never mind. I'll deal with this myself, like I always have."

Dean shrugged. "You realize you sold the only thing that could have saved your life."

"I'm aware."

Sam looked at her. She was right, thief or no thief he couldn't just sit back and let her die. "Maybe not the only thing."