A.N.: So I'm posting this chapter today cause I'm going to be really busy the next couple of day and don't know when I will have a chance to post the next one. I need to go ahead and warn you that some of the subject material in this chapter may upset some people. The governor is not a good man and some not so nice things happen to Kayla. Consider yourself warned. That being said I'm proud of my work in this chapter and I hope that you enjoy it. Thank you so much for all of your support and reviews and reading all of the chapters! Bless all of you. :D
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 8

Anne's' eyes widen as I come back into the room. She's still tied to the chair and there is a purple bloom on her cheek, but she looks less panicked then she did upon the previous interrogation as she gives me a once over.

"Wow." she breathes and I say "thank you." in a voice two octaves above my own.

Sam turns and immediately blushes, my outfit isn't exactly modest, but I know what the governor has requested. Pig.

"Kayla, you look uh..." he pauses, as he switches his gaze between me and Anne, gauging differences.

"I look?" I question and hope he can't find much fault.

"Almost perfect." he concludes.

Anne's' hands tremble as she pulls her contacts from her eyes and holds them out palm down.

"You're going to need these,"

I take the offering as I pull my glasses off and pop them in, thanking the heavens that they are prescription and not just for decoration. This whole thing is going to be difficult enough without going in blind.

"Thanks," I clasp her hand for just a minute. "Everything is going to be okay," I promise. She has just as much on the line as me. I need to nail this for both of us.

"Be careful. In the short time I've known the governor he's proven that he is scum. Don't get caught, please." She begs.

"I won't. Dean's going to stay here with you until morning, I'm sure you know why. If..." I stop myself from fidgeting. "When we get back, you can go home."

Her eyes fill with tears as she says. "Really?"

With her now brown doe eyes wet with tears she looks so young. She's suffered enough.

I grin as I take her hands in mine. "Yeah, really."

Dean follows me and Sam down the steps. He says something to Sam that doesn't reach my ears and then turns to both of us.

"I have a really bad feeling about this." he states.

Sam nods.

"I know. It's crazy, all of this is. But Sam is going to be there,"

"I should be there too," Dean says.

"Somebody has to watch her, make sure she doesn't muck up the plan," I don't really know when I became the rational one of this operation.

"Everything is going to go fine," I try to assure him.

"I'll call every hour," Sam says and waves his cell phone.

"We should stay together." Dean argues.

I glance at the clock, twenty minutes until I need to be there, and we still have to swipe the janitor keys for Sam.

"Dean, this is the plan. This is all we've got." I'm being short I know, but any more talk or his eyes or his voice and I'm backing out.

Sam claps a hand onto his brothers' shoulder as Dean says. "Be careful Sammy."

"Always." he replies with a smile and I know he hates this separation as much as I do.

"Dean," I turn back towards him at the door. "Just don't do anything...rash okay? She's been through enough."

His face softens, hard angles melting before my eyes into weariness and worry. He closes the distance between us with a couple of steps, and smiles sadly as he leans in to kiss the top of my now tanned forehead.

"See you in the morning." he whispers against my skin.

It's all I have in me to nod and follow Sam out of the door.

We've been in Anne's' car driving in silence for five minutes, with me nervously clicking my fake nails against each other, when Sam says from beside me.

"You're good for him."

"You think?"

"Yeah, he's probably fifty percent less of an ass when he's with you," he chuckles softly. "Well less of an ass to me."

I laugh under my breath. "How did you get him to agree to this anyway?"

Sam shrugs. "I promised him we would both come back."

I continue clipping the side of the steering wheel with my fingers. "And we will. Everything is going to be just fine." My voice wavers as I speak.

Sam grabs one of my hands.

"Look Kayla, you really can't afford the luxury of being nervous." He looks like he regrets having to tell me this.

I still my shaking hands and wonder how many times Dean and him have had this conversation.

"Okay," I get out of the car in front of the hotel and we have five minutes to spare.

"Hey," his hand is on my shoulder as he walks up behind me. "I'm going to be here the whole time, you're not alone, and nothing is going to happen."

"I know. I trust you." And I do. He and Dean have saved my life multiple times now. I just wish Dean was here too, even if it was to drag my dumbass kicking and screaming back to the car.

"You know what you're doing?" he asks and I turn to him with a blinding smile.

When I speak again my voice is the high pitch of Anne Winters. "I got this."

Sam's' smiles encouragingly. "I think you do."

We split up in the hotel, he needs to track down a set of janitor keys so he looks the part, he pats my shoulder once and I move past him and to the elevator, checking my face in the mirror in my (or rather Anne's') purse and I'm happy to say I don't look a thing like myself. I squint against the strength of the contacts as I try to make my face smooth out.

The door that looms in front of me appears as threatening as the man inside. I raise my hand and knock.

"Come in," a male voice calls as I slip into the room.

The governors' kind round face, now twists into lust and a thousand of other minute emotions that make my stomach turn as he beckons me to the bed.

"Anne, so nice of you to join us,"

My eyes do a quick sweep of the room. There are body guards sitting on the opposite side, mostly separated by a door that closes off the suite to a side room.

"Sorry I'm late," I squeak in what I pray is a good imitation of Anne's' voice.

"Did you get the job done?"

"Yes I just,"

"Sweetheart, I don't care about the fires," he looks me over and dismisses his men with a wave of his hand. "It just seemed fitting, but how smart of you to notice the neighbors were out and about and would have seen," he pats the bed as I sink down to it.

His breath is in my ear as he whispers. "You look stunning."

Kudos to me for not throwing up, I giggle instead.

"Are you nervous?" he asks, tilting my chin up to meet his face.

"Yes." I stutter and duck my head back down.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he breathes clapping his hands as the room plunges into darkness.

I gasp as rough hands rove my body for several seconds, hoping it sounds like a gasp of pleasure and not of revulsion.

A knock sounds to my right and I thank God, Buddha, Tom Cruise, whoever has stopped this assault as he mutters. "Dammit," The bed dips for just a second as he gets up.

One of his men peers into the darkness; the crack from the door lets in a sliver of light as I lean over and click the night stand light on.

"What!" he spits at the broad shouldered gentlemen.

"Sorry, the champagne you wanted got delivered to our room by mistake."

"Oh," he smiles and then lowers his voice.

I have to stop my breathing completely to be able to hear him.

"Is the girl still safe?"

"Yeah, safes as houses." he says.

I stretch out across the bed in what I hope is a sexy position, straining to hear the rest.

"Good, I don't need any hitches in this plan, by this time next week I want to leave this shithole in the dust. If I never have to step foot in this place ever again," he shudders. "It will be too soon."

The other guy nods and then the doors close again and he faces back towards me, his countenance almost predatory.

He holds the bottle out at arm's length and gives it a shake. "Shall we?" he smiles and I grin coyly back.

"I don't really drink," I say softly and he laughs.

"You're adorable." he says and pulls me to my feet.

I force a gay laugh, spinning away from him and landing on the bed.

"Playing hard to get?' he questions as he pops the cork out of the top of the bottle.

"No," I bat my eyelashes at him as he pours two glasses.

He raises his up in a toast and I join him. "To us." He declares, taking a large gulp from his glass.

I repeat the sentiment and daintily sip from the top of mine.

He guides me back to the bed, taking another healthy swig.

"You are so," he begins tracing my jaw with his fingertips.

I feign shyness again and flinch away.

His face changes again, it turns ugly as his free hand snaps out and grips my wrist.

"I told you how this was going to go," he growls. "If you are a good girl you get to go home tomorrow, but you will," the pressure tightens on my wrist and I bite my lip so I don't cry out. "Do what I told you to do."

"Of course!" I exclaim, "I'm just nervous, I'm sorry," I meet his eyes and will Anne to show through them.

His grip loosens as his mouth twists up in a smile. "And you have every right to be," he pats my shoulder, gently, almost fatherly. "This is a big night."

I smile up at him as he downs the rest of his glass before he strips off his suit jacket and pulls his tie loose from his neck.

I click off the light and whisper. "For both of us."

His body weight pins me down and his lips are sloppy on mine, I close my eyes and pretend I am somewhere else and not here with this monster. Bailey, you so owe me for like forever I think as his words begin to slur together and his movement becomes sluggish.

His hands are coarse as he tugs my shirt down, his palms finding purchase in the dip of my cleavage. His moan is lecherous and lethargic as his lips catch on my earlobe. His teeth bite down on the skin as I let out a soft hiss. Abruptly his movements start to slow and then he is snoring on top of me, trapping me under his body. Thank God for Sam and his "champagne" I think as the governor slides off of my body and to the side. If I shower for the rest of my life I will still never been clean of this filth. As I crawl away from him I think about stabbing him, driving a nail file into his jugular and watching as his wretched life spills out on the carpet. There is a noise at the door, a soft almost indiscernible noise, but I know its Sam. I tiptoe over and let him in.

"Perfect timing," I say quietly as Sam looks me over.

I am suddenly very conscious of my disheveled looks. I adjust the shirt and try to straighten the wig, so very thankful that everything had stayed put.

"Are you okay?" he asks and reaches out to touch me.

I don't mean to, but I shy away when his hand comes into contact with my arm.

"Sorry." he huffs and moves away from me.

"Christ," I breathe softly. "I'm sorry Sam, it's just..." I break off with a shiver.

"It's okay," he says, sliding his phone out of his pocket.

"How long is he going to be?"

"Hopefully until tomorrow morning." he sighs and speaks into the phone. "Hey Dean, it's me."

I can hear the agitation on the other end of the phone when he replies. "What took you so long?"

Sam lets out a breath. "I was kind of doing my job Dean."

"Well how did it go?"

Sam's eyes slide over to me and I will him to lie. Please lie, lie for me, lie for Dean.

"About as well as can be expected." he says finally.

There is a sharp intake of air from the other end before Dean says flatly. "Let me talk to Kayla."

I shake my head as Sam says. "Dean, I think maybe,"

"Now Sam!" he barks as Sam holds the phone at arm's length with an apologetic glance.

I take a steadying breath, before letting out a cheery, but hushed. "Hello."

"What happened?"

"Everything went according to plan." I start. Minus me almost getting raped...

"What happened Kayla?" Leave it to Dean to cut through the crap.

I force my voice to sound okay. "Dean, its fine. I'm fine. He's passed out, everything is okay,"

Sam holds his hand out for the phone, motioning for me to give it to him.

I listen to Dean who is still irritated and threatening to come out there as I hand the phone back over to Sam.

"Dean, hey it's me. She's fine, she did good. No really. Yeah, how is, good that's good. We'll see you in the morning. You too man." he hangs up and turns back to me. "You just have to know what to say." he states with a shrug.

"How do you do that?" I ask.

Sam smirks and for just a minute he looks a lot like Dean. "Didn't you know I'm the Dean whisperer?"

My laugh comes out as more of a sob as Sam slips one arm around my shoulders. He tells me without uttering a word how sorry he is that I had to do this.

Not like he or Dean could have taken on this particular task. They are both pretty, but I suspect the governor would have felt something was amiss. With Bailey gone, I was the only…

Bailey, Oh God, Bailey.

"Sam," I gasp as he pulls away. "Bailey's alive."

My smile this time is genuine as it splits my mouth open.

Sam helps me mess up the room and fabricate a story about what happened in the hours the governor wouldn't be able to account for.

He keeps looking at me sideways, checking for signs of mental damage I'm sure and I can only pray I look stable as I smear lipstick across the sleeping man's collar. My fingers itch to press a thumb into his trachea and end his life. The uncertainty of Bailey's fate stops me as I wiggle his pants down to his ankles.

Sam's head cocks to the side as we both listen to steps sounding from outside.

"Who is that?" I ask, popping off the governors cuff links and sending them sailing across the floor.

"Bodyguards? Maids? I don't know."

Another few seconds pass as the feet stop outside of our door. Sam and I hold our breath and wait.

"How the hell should I know? Haven't heard a peep. Yeah, I know he's not usually quiet." A unfamiliar voice booms from the hallway, interrupted by the grainy noise of a walky talky.

Sam flattens himself against the wall and holds a finger to his lips.

"Go in there? For what? If he is getting to know someone biblically I just… fine, I'll go in."

My eyes dart to Sam's in panic before I thrust one of my fists into the unconscious man's stomach. He groans low and swings out on instinct sending the lamp from the nightstand crashing to the floor.

I take a deep breath and make a noise that would have made a porn star blush before pounding the headboard for good measure.

There is an unbearable silence for several seconds before the guy outside laughs.

"Bernie, you couldn't pay me enough money to go in there right now. Oh yeah, he's having a good time." The man chuckles again before his heavy footfalls shuffle away from the door.

Sam looks down at me sprawled across the other man's body. "Shit, that was close. Good thinking."

"Yeah," I start as I look away from him. "Can't let you get all of the glory."

Sam chortles before his face grows serious. "Kayla, I'm sorry, but I have to get out of here. Are you okay?" Sam glances towards the door and then back towards me.

Oh yeah I'm fine, leave me here with the rapist and scum that took my sister, I got this.

I shake off my emotions; I can't afford to feel like this when there is a job to do. I can't put Sam in any more danger than he is already.

Sam points to his watch. "It's six am now, you have about another hour before he should wake up, I'll meet you out in the car at seven thirty."

"Okay," I grin at him.

"Try not to be late or Dean will have my head." he grimaces and my smile gets bigger.

"See you guys soon."

"Yeah. Kayla, be careful okay?"

I wave off his concern with a strained. "Of course."

Please leave now. Please, before I fall to pieces.

Sam is not as calm as he appears, his face pulled tight with unease as he reaches out a hand out to me, stopping within inches of my shoulder.

God, the things that we have sacrificed, the things that are taken from us.

He stops his movement and starts to take his hand back to his side but I reach out and grip it first. The only things that are taken from us are the things that we allow to be.

Sam looks shocked and I feel very uneasy just with this amount of contact, but this, I twist my fingers into his fist to emphasize my point, this is not the hand of a murderer, or a monster, this is the hand of a good man.

I smile, my fingers trembling in his. "Thanks for saving me Sam." I force my fingers to tighten around his in a show of affection. "Again."

"You're...uh...you're welcome." Sam stutters.

I hold onto his palm and then when I can't take that contact anymore I grip his denim clad elbow, still needing to hold onto something.

He doesn't say anything when I finally let go, just bows his head and disappears through the door.

I toss my shirt onto a chair, rumple up my side of the bed before I force myself to crawl back into the bed with Rich Kippling.

An hour later he curls into my side and my skin literally tingles with disgust.

Fake it, fake it, fake it. I chant in my head as he nuzzles my the side of my face and pants hot breath into my neck.

Moments later he wakes up, peering down at me with bafflement clear on his face.

"What happened?" he mumbles groggily, taking in the sight of the room.

"Happened?" I hope it sounds an innocent as I need it to.

"Yes," he pauses, lines creasing in his face.

"Just the best night of my life." I purr, pressing a quick kiss into his exposed collarbone. I get out of the bed and pick up the fallen lamp, as I snag my shirt and slip it over my body.

Take the bait, take the bait, please for the love of God take the bait.

He's looking around at the disorder of the room, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as they travel my body. I'm afraid to move, to breathe until I know that our plan has worked. I spy my frozen figure in the mirror. My hair is in disarray around my head, my bra is hanging from the TV, love bites stick out red and heated across my skin. I fight the urge to cross my arms over my body as if that will hide the evidence of this asshole touching me. Instead I leer at him and run a hand down the front of my body. He stares at me hungrily; mind hopefully providing the images I need him to believe happened. His face pinches at the sides as he rises out of the bed in a rush to get to me, almost tripping on the pants that pool around his ankles.

"I don't really," he begins, scrubbing a hand over his face.

I gesture to the bed. "It was really wild," I say and bite my lip.

"There was the champagne and then..." he breaks off and I know he's looking for something to be out of place.

I move towards him, curling one arm around his neck. Hoping by molding my body to his he will forget what he can't remember.

"It was great," I whisper and he yanks me back.

Something tells me he doesn't like feeling out of his element. I'm sure of that fact as he pulls me up close and his lips transform into a sneer.

I'm not expecting the backhand to my face as I catch myself on the side of the bed.

"Of course it was great honey," he's smiling that same demented grin and I can only imagine how many other girls he has hit, beaten, raped...

I can't think that, can't think that or I'll kill the bastard right here and now. Then how will I find Bailey?

I try to stay in character as I let out a soft sob. He instantly looks gratified.

I glance at the clock. Its 6:15 am "Can I go?" I ask timidly.

He turns his face towards me as I cower terrified on the bed.

"Why would I let you go?" he sneers.

Dread digs icy fingers into my heart.

"But I did..." I break off, not sure that I can sound like Anne if I start to cry.

"Everything you were told? What do you say we try a repeat performance, it feels too much like a dream to me." he whispers, stalking back towards me.

I'll kill him; I swear I'll kill him.

His hands grab my shoulders hard; his mouth curls up into a twisted smile that he aims at me.

"Second time around is always better," he murmurs, and only by the grace of God above does the door to the right open at that exact moment.

He turns his head with a growl. "What is it now?" He yells, and shoves me to the floor in his anger.

A burly man who I assume is one of his body guard state. "It's your wife sir, she's in the lobby." the guy backs away from the governor like he's an attack dog.

"That bitch. She has the worst timing." he grumbles. "I'll be right there."

He spares me barely a glance as he heads over to the door.

It's stupid of me I know, but I can't help myself from squeaking out. "My mother?"

He whirls on me. "What about her?"

"The hospital?"

He pulls me to my feet and crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss.

When he pulls back he licks his lips and I force a smile on my face.

He looks around the room one more time, grinning at his lipstick smeared collar.

"I guess you earned it." he groans, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. "I'll call the hospital as soon as I get done talking to my wife. Now don't go doing anything foolish sweetheart, you say anything to my wife and I'll make sure your mother doesn't make it to next week."

"Yes Sir. Thank you." I say, impressed that I am able to swallow back the bile.

"Pity, you can't stay longer," he says and closes the door behind him.

I gather my stuff so fast I'm surprised I don't trip and then I am out the room, down the stairs and in my car.

The only thing I know is the sound the car makes when it starts up and that there is a hand at my wrist. I choke on the scream in my throat.

"Kayla, it's just me." Its Sam sprawled across the back seat his fingers letting go of my wrist now.

Then there is me, frantically gunning the engine and trying not to burst into hysterics.

"Just put the car in reverse and drive away." Sam's' voice is my anchor as I feel my hand shift the car into reverse and I drive away from that awful place.

When my house comes into view my hands start to shake, and by the time the car is turned off I am shuddering in the front seat. Sam's hand comes around my side to pull the key from the ignition.

"Kayla?"

"I'm okay, I'm okay," I'm anything but okay, but my mouth utters the words nonetheless.

Sam is out of the car now, moving to the driver's side door to let me out. I manage to get to my feet and shove Sam's body out of the way seconds before my body doubles over and I purge myself of everything in my stomach.

Sam's hand hovers above my back giving comfort without touching me.

Please, I pray, please go inside. Let me fall apart alone.

He doesn't and a small, sane part of me is thankful for Sam's' gentle nature as he waits for me to be done.

Finally I wipe bile and saliva from my lips and Sam steps away from me as I straighten my form.

"Sorry," I mumble and walk with him up to the door.

He looks at me like he means to ask 'what for' but I cut in front of him to get in the door.

I just want to shower for the rest of the day, scrub myself raw, and cry where no one will see me.

"I'm going to take a shower," I sigh as Sam watches me.

"I'll fill Dean in," he says and I am halfway to the bathroom before I notice the other man staring at me from the top of the stairs.

"Kayla," he says and I raise my head to meet his eyes.

"Hey Dean," I try to smile but Dean must see something other than falsehood shining in my eyes.

"Are you," he begins.

"Fine. Everything's fine, I'm just fine." Robotic, just like me.

I try to push past him to get to the hall, but Deans reaches out and crushes me to his chest.

I want to tear away, run, claw at him, do anything but succumb to the embrace.

"I'm sorry." he murmurs into my blonde wig as his hands move to pull it off.

My whole body seizes up as I shove him away from me.

"Don't!" I yell and Dean's eyes full of sadness shift to Sam and then back to me.

I'm shaking again and I need to get out of these clothes, and away, away from those eyes.

"I'm sorry. Not now, just don't." I'm mumbling nonsense as I rush down the hallway and into the bathroom. I rip my clothes from my body like they are the ones that have offended me and step under the hottest spray I can stand from the shower.

I punch the tile, satisfied at the stream of blood that runs from my busted knuckles. At least it is an injury that I had a choice in.

I must have been in there a long time because someone is knocking on the door.

"Kayla, you don't have to talk to me, just let me know you're alive in there." Dean. He sounds worried.

"Yeah!" I call out into the cold water. How long have I been in here anyway?

"Okay, okay, that's good." his voice is muffled from the other side of the door.

He slumps up against it and I can hear him slide down to the ground.

"Sam won't tell me what's going on. You're freaking me out a little bit," he laughs, the sound holding no humor in it.

With the barrier of the door between us and no way of skin or touching I get out of the shower and grab my robe, sliding down to the floor on my side of the door. It's easier to talk this way.

I know it's not his fault, not Sam's either; in fact if anyone is to blame it's me. I'm the one who assured them I could do this...I'm the one coming apart at the seams.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just needed to..." I break off not knowing what I needed just knowing I needed something.

"After a hunt, I, uh...usually drink or screw," he pauses as I chuckle.

"Not recommending that for you, just, ah hell, I don't even know." the back of his head thunks on the door.

We are both completely out of our element and my heart beats furiously in my chest.

"Why do you care so much?" I inquire; half hoping he doesn't hear me.

He doesn't say anything in response just sighs softly and then he is gone.