Kyla woke up the next morning and stretched. She turned to see Sam still sleeping, and got of the bed and looked at Dean close to them. He was drooling slightly, and the covers were half on the floor, and she figured why not mess with him a little more? Dean was easier to flirt with and tease than Sam, and so she figured this would be a fun morning for her.

Going over to his bed, Kyla got into it, fixing the covers around them, and running her fingers through his hair. She kissed his forehead softly, and then ran her hand down his shirted torso to the waistband of his pants, and his hand caught hers.
"I normally like to be awake when I'm ravaged." Dean told her, his eyes still shut, a smirk forming.

Kyla giggled softly. "I normally like to ravage people in private."

"Sam..." Dean said.

"What?" Sam asked in a tired voice.

"Kyla wants to ravage me...I need you to get up." Dean told him, lifting his head up to look at his brother.

Kyla turned over. "Sammy, you don't have to listen to him."

Sammy sighed. "You two are up...go get a room."

Sam then turned over in the bed and Dean pouted.

"Thank you for making me want to ravage you, Ky." Dean told her.

Kyla bit his lip softly and then shrugged and got out of bed.

"It was my pleasure." She said, and went out into the other room to change.

As she was changing, Kyla looked towards the door and she sighed a little. She didn't know what was in her, really. Normally she kept her flirting down to a minimum, but for some reason she just really wanted Dean at the moment. Maybe it was because Sam had found Sara not that long ago, and Dean was being more flirtatious than ever too. Maybe she just needed to stay away from tap water.

Pulling off her shirt, Kyla's eyes widened as she saw Dean looking at her and she grabbed a sweatshirt from her bag and used it to cover herself. She blushed, mainly because flirting with and saying things to Dean was one thing, but him seeing her half naked was something else entirely.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kyla asked.

Dean smirked. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

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Dean was actually kind of amazed that Kyla looked the way she did under her clothes. Back in Seventh Grade he had had a crush on her, but telling her would be ridiculous--she was like him. She didn't want to tie herself down or get actually emotionally involved, no matter how emotionally involved he was letting himself become.

"Dean...go." Kyla told him, pointing to the room.

Dean shook his head, walking over to her and taking the sweatshirt from her, dropping it on the ground and looking down before she lifted his head up and looked him in the eye.

"What?" Dean asked. "I want to look."

"That's too bad for you." Kyla replied softly.

Before he could think anymore, he kissed her, and then they both pulled away when Sam came out of the room.

"I just heard a police report you two." Sam said, and then blushed and looked away from Kyla.

Kyla grabbed her shirt, blushing as well, and began to button it up, wondering what was going on here. Why was Dean acting this way?

"So let's go." Kyla told Sam, resting her hand on his shoulder and he turned around and smiled.

"All right." Sam answered.

The three left the motel and they ended up at a karate studio, looking around for something unusual. There was yellow tape, yes, but there was also a woman looking around.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked her softly.

The woman looked up. "Figuring out who killed my partners."

Besides Kyla, Sam hadn't seen anyone so determined to solve a mystery like this. It made him smile, and he didn't know what these feelings in his stomach were.

"You have any leads?" Kyla asked.

"I'm sure it was just another demon." The woman said.

Sam's eyes widened and he knew he wasn't the only surprised one.

"Do you know anything else?" Sam asked.