Kyla looked down at her drink and she frowned. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Dean and Bianca weren't supposed to be having fun together. They weren't supposed to be dancing all close like that. If they tried anything, someone would feel her wrath.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked.

Kyla just nodded as she ordered a fruity drink, and Sam sighed as he watched Dean and Bianca out on the floor all close.

"I want to punch him." Sam told her.

Kyla scoffed. "Join the club."

"You've had three of those now, you want to slow down?" Sam asked, setting his hand on hers.

Kyla sighed and looked at Sam, nodding slowly.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." Sam told her.

Kyla looked shocked. "What? Me? Jealous? Of those two? Absolutely not."

Sam raised an eyebrow and Kyla looked over again and narrowed her eyes as Dean pulled Bianca closer to him. It was almost too much for her. She wanted Dean. Why was she too afraid to tell him that? Why did she endure all of this closeness that he and Bianca had even though she was new to the group? What was going on with the threesome?

"Kyla...do you love him?" Sam asked.

"Love is a strong word..." Kyla began, and turned to look at Sam. "Do you love Bianca?"

Sam shook his head. "I haven't known her long enough to love her, but I do like her. Now stop trying to ignore the question. You grew up with us. You had a crush on him a long time ago--you have every right to love him."

Kyla sighed and then banged her head on the table, Sam reaching over and resting his hand on her back.

"Kyla, you really shouldn't do that." Sam said.

"I can't believe I've been so stupid." She told him, banging her head on the table again.

Sam sighed. "You haven't been stupid, Ky."

Kyla looked at him and nodded. "Yes I have, Sammy. What the hell do I do now? He's all over there with a girl who isn't me and he's all smirky and thinking he's getting some. I want to kill something."

"Well we can go and look for another case...or you can tell him how you really feel." Sam stressed.

"No--and don't you dare tell him anything." She warned.

****

Kyla lay on one of the motel beds that evening in boxer shorts and a tank top, wondering where Dean and Bianca were. She and Sam had been back at the motel for a good couple hours now, and Kyla wanted to see Dean--snag him for the sleeping partner. Bianca could sleep on the floor. It's practically what she got for stealing her man.

"Ky? They're back." Sam told her, poking his head into the room.

Kyla propped herself up on her elbows. "Thank you."

Sam nodded and then she heard laughter coming from Bianca and Dean. Trying not to let it get to her, she watched as Dean came into the room. He smiled at her because she was beautiful, and she was beautiful to him even when he wasn't drunk as hell. She looked so coy and contemplative, and it made him almost want to tell her everything, but he wasn't THAT drunk.

"Where have you been?" Kyla asked, and Dean noted the jealousy in her voice.

"B and I were just having a little fun." Dean replied, shrugging his jacket off.

Kyla got a look on her face. "Oh really?"

Dean could tell by the way she said it that she thought he was talking about something other than what he was really talking about. He and Bianca had danced a bit more and started a bar fight--there was nothing else there. Bianca was just a fun girl, but he loved Kyla, he just didn't really think this jealousy thing of hers had to do with love--he thought she just wanted more attention.

"Ky, we didn't do anything, I swear." He said.

The way he said it was so sincere that Kyla believed him. She wanted more than anything to believe that he didn't have a thing for Bianca. She had to hold onto it to keep her from killing someone. She smiled a little and nodded, motioning to the bed.

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself, you can sleep in here with me." She said.

Dean smiled and then striped down to his boxers, climbing into bed and frowning a bit as she turned over and turned off the light, staying on her side of the bed.

"Kyla-Ky..." Dean whispered, and pulled her to him.

"What?" She answered softly.

He ran his hand up her body from her hip and kissed her neck.

"Let's play." He said.