Disclaimer: Only Kayla, Ryan and that damn demon are mine. The Winchesters aren't.
Chapter 13
"Kayla, where are you? Are you alright?" Sam asked frantically through the phone.
"Sam…cabin…not far…take…please…""Kayla? Kay! Shit…"
Dean had already parked the car at the side of the road. "What did she say?"
"Not much between the static. But she mention something about a cabin."
"A cabin?"
"Yeah…"
"She's probably headed there."
"Dean, we don't even know where there is."
Dean looked thoughtful for a while before pulling out his cell phone. "Who are you calling?" Sam asked as Dean dialed.
"Hey Ryan…" the call went on for a couple of minutes before Dean hung up. By the end of the conversation Dean had directions to an abandoned cabin an hour away from town.
"How do you know that this is the cabin?"
"I don't."
"Great."
"Hey…" Dean just sighed instead. "Just call Dad and tell him where we're going," he finally said reaching for the keys. But Sam didn't move. "Today Sam."
"Daddidn'taskustofindher."
"What?"
It was Sam's turn to sigh. "Dad didn't ask us to find her. He thinks we're at home."
"WHAT?!" Dean asked turning towards his brother. "You're joking right?" Sam remained silent but that was all the answer Dean needed. He looked at his brother's solemn face before turning to start the Impala. "Call Dad. Tell him where Kayla is. That's all. You mention that we're going there, I'm turning this car around."
Sam looked at him in disbelief. "Sam. Call him. Now."
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"Why did we have to park the car so far away?" Dean asked as the silently made their way towards the back of the cabin. Now they for sure that this was the cabin Kayla was in after seeing her car parked near it.
"It's not that far. We can see it from the cabin. And we will able to get to it if we need to."
"It's far enough," Dean whispered as they neared the cabin.
"Oh, get over it!" an annoyed Sam whispered back.
Dean peeked in the kitchen window. Not being able to see anyone, they started finding a way in since the back door was boarded up. It wasn't long before they were in the kitchen. Once inside, they made their way to the front, guns ready if needed. Kayla was nowhere to be found downstairs. Dean was about to climb the stairs but Sam stopped him. Knowing that they should keep talking to a minimum, Dean raised his eyebrows. Sam walked over to the middle of the room, knelt down and nodded his head towards the floor.
As Dean walked over to his brother, it became more apparent what he was suppose to look at. There was a hatch that was buried under dust. But by the look of it someone has recently been using the cellar it leads to. Dean handed his gun to Sam and pulled the hatch open, revealing a staircase. Dean took out a torchlight he had brought along and took back his gun. He quietly went down the flight of stairs, Sam followed close behind.
The cellar was exactly what anyone would expect to be, filled with dust, cob-webs and racks filled with worthless junk, at least in Dean's opinion. Beyond the racks, the brothers could see a flickering light. As they moved closer they saw that the light was coming from half a dozen candles, arranged in a circle.
Sitting in the center of the circle was Kayla, or the demon in her body, with one of her hand outstretched in front of her in a fist. Her other hand was by her side, holding a knife. On the floor was a ceremonial bowl filled with whatever the demon needed for the ritual it was doing. Dean was thinking of their next move when Kayla's voice disturbed his train of thought.
"Took you guys long enough. I was getting tired of waiting," she said turning towards them. "It's must more satisfying when there's an audience, don't you think?"
"I wouldn't know," Dean replied just to keep the demon distracted. "I always thought the whole ritual thing was so cliché, especially this whole blood thing you're about to do. Just for that reason alone, we have to stop you."
A smirk appeared on Kayla's face. "Too late," she said opening her fist and letting the gemstone drop in the bowl.