They hadn't even confirmed the location of this demon yet. The first chance she got Kayla took the keys and went to the resort. She didn't want to keep going like this; the vicious demon massacres made her feel better and she wouldn't let it get that way. She wouldn't fill the void with bloodlust.

She had purchased a new outfit in case Dom tried to back out. He was a creature of lust after all and she was fairly certain he could be manipulated. As she got out of the car she checked herself; a lacy v-neck tank top, mini skirt and a pair of strappy heels. This was as good as done.

Dominic was in his usual spot at the main bar, surrounded by beautiful girls. No one she couldn't compete with. She did a quick cleavage check before approaching him. "Hey Dom." She slid a hand over his shoulder.

"Kayla." He recognized her voice and turned towards her, inhaling sharply as he gave her a once over. "Damn, you trying to give me a heart attack?"

She gave the girls next to him a look that was hard enough to make them get up and leave. "Is it possible to give you a heart attack?" Kayla took the stool next to him.

Dominic smiled and handed her a drink from the bartended. "I'm sorry."

"I know." She took a deep swallow from the glass. "What's going on down there?"

"You're better off not knowing."

"Fair enough." She picked up her drink and slid off the stool. "Can we talk? Alone?"

"Well I've never refused that offer from a beautiful woman."

That's what she was counting on. They took the elevator up to his room and he locked the door behind them.

"So what brings you by?"

"You know what brings me by."

"Well I assume that with Dean being gone you can finally give in to your feelings towards me without consequence."

It didn't make her laugh, she didn't even smile. "I've thought about it Dominic, I'm sure."

He shook his head. "You don't know what you're saying."

"You promised that…"

"Hey I didn't promise anything." His voice was defensive.

"You told me you'd take me to him, you gave me your word!"

"Hello?" He motioned to himself. "Son of Satan?"

"Why are you doing this?"

He sighed quietly. "I don't want to do it Kayla, you don't belong there and I know he doesn't either but I couldn't control that."

So this was a want issue, she might be able to get around that. Kayla pushed him onto the bed and kneeled over him. "This is a two way street, I can make this very worth your while."

He let out a quick breath as she kissed his neck. "And normally I wouldn't argue with that."

"So what's the problem? One more hunter in hell, isn't that what you want?"

"I don't have a problem with hunters, I didn't chose to be his son."

"Dom." She leaned back so they were face to face. "Focus."

He smiled. "I like that you call me that." Off her look he sighed. "I won't do it, I'm sorry. You keep this up," he motioned to her. "And all you're going to get is another notch on your belt you regret because afterwards, I'm still gonna tell you no."

"Then I'll just do it myself!" She snapped and grabbed a steak knife sitting on a plate from his lunch. "This will get me there won't it? That's the rumor…"

"Don't!" He grabbed her as she put it to her wrist and jerked the knife away from her. "This won't help you! Don't you get it? Don't know what they'll do to you down there?!"

She stepped away from him, eyeing the knife and wondering if she could get it back.

"You'll never get to him there, they won't let it happen. If anything they'll put you in a dark room and torture you in front of him but you will never see him! Is that what you want for him? To watch you ripped to shreds for eternity?"

A tear ran down her face and she looked at him, helpless. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to mourn, and turn this into something productive. I hear you guys are really making a sweep of the demons." He paused, like he was listening to something. "Sam's here."

She sighed. "Wonderful." He wasn't going to be too thrilled to find her here.

"He needs you right now."

"I know." She breathed.

"Don't hate me for this, just, getting you to hell isn't going to help the situation."

"It's fine." She added quickly. "I get it."

"So you'll come back sometime, on better circumstances." His voices sounded sad, lonely. You'd think he would be happier 'living the dream'.

"Yeah," she lied. "Some other time."