They spent the rest of the day (and most of the night) diligently working to rebuild Kayla's trust with intimacy. He had to say, helping someone had never been to rewarding. The sun had barely risen when they were jerked out of a peaceful sleep by banging on the door.
"Jesus…" Dean groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Dean!"
He shoved off the bed and pulled on his jeans; he turned to see Kayla pull a tank top on before opening the door. Sam noted their appearances and caught his breath.
"I'm sorry, but, she turned."
"What?"
"I couldn't grab her in time."
Dean collected his thoughts and nodded to him. "We'll find her, ok? Meet us down at the car."
Kayla looked up from the comfortable pillows. "So I guess this means we have to put clothes on."
He gave her a once over, obviously disappointed. "Yeah unfortunately." After he put his t-shirt on he called Bobby, maybe he knew something they could do. Kayla got dressed and gathered her things while listening to the conversation; it sounded like Bobby already knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. From the gist of the conversation, it seemed there was nothing that could be done at all. Poor Sam, he finally connected with someone and she's a bloodthirsty killer at night. He wasn't going to take this well.
They went outside and saw Sam hanging up his phone.
"It was Madie, we have to go pick her up."
She gave them the nearest intersection to her and it didn't take long to get her back to her apartment. After the night before she was scared and confused.
"I don't remember anything. I could have killed someone." They all just looked at her in silence to avoid the inevitable. "Well there's something else you can try, right?"
Sam answered quickly. "Of course, we'll find a way."
"That's not entirely true," Dean started and didn't even bother looking at Sam for the daggers. "Madison you deserve to know."
Everyone looked at him. They knew what was coming and no one wanted to hear it, not even Dean. But he manned up and took the responsibility to break the news.
"We've exhausted every resource, researched every option and to tell you the truth, there's no cure for this that we can find."
Kayla could tell it was hard for him to explain it and decided to take at least some of the burden. "You could always come with us, we could lock you up at night. But it's only a matter of time before you bust out."
Madison had tears in her eyes, she was accepting the fate that had been handed to her. "Well, I guess that's that then."
"No, don't talk like that. We'll figure out a way to…"
"I don't want to hurt anyone else Sam! I don't want to hurt you!"
"You won't."
But she knew what had to happen. She slowly picked up Dean's gun and gave it to Sam with shaky hands. "You have to do it Sam, this is the only way."
Sam shook his head, his tears coursing down his face. "I can't."
"I want you to do it, I want it to be you."
Dean saw the look on his face, he couldn't expect Sammy to do this. He'd already gotten attached, he'd connected with her and it wasn't fair to make him gun her down. He stepped forward and took the gun from his little brother, then followed him into the kitchen. Kayla couldn't even look at her, she just went with the guys.
"Sam I'm so sorry."
"I know that this is the only way I just, I just don't think I can do it."
"You don't have to Sammy, we don't expect you to. Let me take this one."
"No, guys, let me do it." Kayla offered. "Sam you shouldn't have to do this, and Dean you're connected to her because of Sam so…"
"She wants me to do it." Sam stopped her. "She asked me, and she deserves that much."
She looked at him. "Are you sure?"
He nodded and took the gun back from Dean. With a heavy sigh he walked back into the living room.
Dean motioned to the front door. "You don't have to be here for this."
"We should be here for him."
There was a pause and they both cringed as the gunshot went off. She was appalled by the horror of what he had to do; the poor guy would never recover from his guilt at this rate. If she didn't know better she'd say someone up there didn't like Sam Winchester.