She didn't know how long it had been since they'd left the rest stop; she'd been dreaming. And it certainly wasn't about this Twilight Zone scenario they were in now. When she opened her eyes Sam was easing the car to a stop in front of a row of motel rooms. She remembered his comment about visiting a friend.
"Are we there?"
"You're cute when you're sleeping." He was all nonchalant, like he hadn't tried to beat the crap out of her earlier.
She persisted. "Who are we seeing? Sam."
He reached across her lap and unbuckled her seatbelt. "You agreed to this." His eyes met hers. "You said you wouldn't fight me. Get out of the car."
Kayla swallowed hard and opened her door; her hand was already shaking. She'd thought he'd changed his mind about that. She'd thought he'd decided to have a heart. Sam walked up to a door and gave the base a swift kick, it popped right open.
"Nice security." He motioned into the room and she walked past him, eyes on the ground. "Ah babe don't be like that, you'll ruin everything with the crying and carrying on. This is gonna be painless, you said yourself I'm a good looking guy right?"
She nodded quickly in response, trying not to look as freaked out as she felt. "Yeah." Just don't piss him off.
"I think we earned a little stress relief huh?" Off her look he sighed exasperatedly. "Why don't you calm yourself down, take a shower." He hopped onto the bed and flipped on the TV. "I don't have to tell you not to try anything."
She nodded and went into the bathroom, out of habit she locked the door and hoped he wouldn't scream at her. When he didn't say anything she turned on the water. A brief thought passed through her to run, but she wouldn't get very far without him catching up and that'd only make it worse.
The shower didn't really make her feel better. Was she really going to do this? What was she supposed to tell Dean? I slept with your brother to keep him from beating the crap out of me? She never really thought much about her faithfulness to him, it was never really an issue before but this sure as hell seemed like breaking it to pieces. Kayla tried to get a grip as she let the hot water hit her back; she stood there like that until she couldn't cry anymore and her breathing had become regular.
She knew there was a strong possibility he would take to violence if she refused him, he killed that other hunter…who's to say he wouldn't snap on her? This had turned into survival.
Sam's voice came from the room. "Still here sweetheart. Don't bother getting dressed."
She pulled a towel out and dried off, then wrapped it around herself even though she knew he didn't want her to. Maybe she could play to his compassion, it had to be in him somewhere. She did love Sam, maybe if he saw that, he would stop this. With a deep breath she stepped out of the bathroom.
Sam turned the TV off and nodded his approval. "Wow. The wet, with the towel…damn."
She smiled softly and he motioned her over to him. This was it. Be willing. Be what he wants you to be right now, play to his conscience. Kayla crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, before he could do anything she started unbuttoning his shirt. Sam watched her hands as she did this; his face was too hard to read. She continued and slid the shirt off his shoulders.
He waited for her to toss his shirt to the floor then grabbed her by the wrists. Sam kissed her and pulled her onto his lap. She didn't fight him, rather she encouraged him to continue and urged him back onto the pillows. Sam reversed the control and rolled her onto her back, suddenly he stopped and moved away from her.
She spoke softly. Had it gotten to him? "Sam?"
"Jesus." He stood and looked at her, then paced the room. "What the hell is wrong with me? Kayla, I think I'm being controlled by some, dark force or something. I can't…" he stopped, and a grin slowly spread across his face. Not a Sam grin. "Damn that's hard to keep up."
Kayla looked at him and the hope drained from her.
"I should get an Emmy or something though right? I had you going." She started to sit up and he grabbed her by the throat, thrusting her back down onto the bed. "Did you think it would be that easy?! That you'd show a little compassion and everything would just be ok?!"
"I thought that's what you wanted!"
"Oh what would Dean say? No, see, you had your chance to do it the easy way." He went to grab for her towel and she panicked, forgetting his strength and fought against him. He hit her, twice before she stopped. He was too strong, stronger than she thought he was.
"You said it didn't have to be this way."
"I lied."
