"They all had one thing in common: they were looking into the death of Dr. Cober--who died violently in an accident of his causing." Bianca explained.
"Then we need to go and waste it." Dean said.
Kyla nodded. "Absolutely."
Grabbing the rock salt guns, the four of them went to the are where Bianca's partners had been killed, and they dug until they found a grate with a ladder. They went down and then they came face to face with the spirit, shooting it with the rock salt, one of the shots hitting Dean in the arm and bruising him rather badly.
"You okay?" Kyla asked as the spirit screamed.
"We need something other than rock salt guns!" Bianca called out.
"Goofer Dust, Sammy!" Kyla told him, and Sam immediately made a ring around the spirit of Goofer Dust, and he was trapped.
"Any other things we can do?" Bianca asked.
"Exorcise him." Sam said, and began to speak Latin, which made Bianca smile a little, but so far Sam was weird to her.
Sam smirked when he saw Bianca smile, and after the demon was exorcised, he looked at her. He had been doing that a lot. Then when she looked at him, he looked away and saw Dean was a bit scratched.
"You need help there?" Sam asked.
"I got it." Kyla told him, looking him in the eye.
"You guys up for some beers?" Bianca asked. "I mean after Dean gets bandaged and everything."
"Only if you promise a show afterwards." Dean smirked, winking at Bianca.
Kyla smacked his hurt arm and he cringed, but thoughts crossed his mind. She was jealous, but why? Why would she be jealous of him checking out Bianca? It wasn't like she made it look like she actually liked him. She still flirted with Sam.
"Well I hope that didn't hurt too much." Bianca told Dean.
If it wasn't obvious to Dean that Kyla liked him, then he was blind. Bianca could tell that she didn't like what Dean was doing, but she wasn't going to speak up--it wasn't her place.
"I'm fine." Dean assured her with a wink.
****
Kyla sighed and sat down next to Dean on his bed.
"Take off your shirt." Kyla said.
Dean smirked. "Is that what you really want?"
"I need to clean your wound and bandage it, Moron." Kyla told him, but part of the tone was loving and they both knew it.
Dean unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, and Kyla blushed a little at his bare skin, but she took a sponge and wiped off his blood.
"I'd hit that." Dean said as Bianca walked past the room in pajama pants and a tank top.
Kyla gave a small glare and picked up his shirt, ripping it as Dean's eyes widened.
"What the Hell was that for?" Dean asked.
"Well I have to wrap your arm with something." Kyla replied, starting to wrap the ripped cloth around Dean's wound.
"You could have gotten gauze out of the first aid kit." Dean said.
"Well I guess I'm lazy." Kyla shrugged, and then left the room, running into Sam.
"Hey." Sam told her, looking away from Bianca.
Why did everyone want Bianca? What was wrong with her? Kyla had been in the boys company for a good long while now, had known them forever, had flirted with and kissed them both at least once, and now Bianca shows up and holds their attention. What was with this?
"Hi." Kyla replied in a slightly hostile voice.
"What's with Dean?" Sam asked, trying to figure out what was up with Kyla.
"He ripped his shirt." Kyla shrugged.
"Are we still going for those beers?" Bianca asked as Dean came out pulling on a t-shirt.
"I wouldn't ever say 'no' to beers." Dean said, and smiled at Bianca, happy that Kyla glared at them, but not happy that Kyla took Sam's hand and Sam leaned into her a bit.
"Great!" Bianca replied, and Dean draped his arms around her and they led the way.