HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Three.

After taking Mrs Tanner to the nearest clinic and making sure she was alright, Dean and Saron headed out of town to the next town over for some help due to the phone lines being down. Saron would've stayed in the clinic with Sam and the others if it wasn't for Dean 'wanting to keep an eye on her'.

As they drove down the road, Dean opened the glovebox and took out a spare gun. He placed it on the seat next to Saron - for once she wasn't in the back - for her to take.

"I'm still watching you, Hellhound." Dean told her, glancing at her for a moment too long before looking back at the road.

Saron raised a brow in amusement, "Yet you're lending me a gun?"

'Might as well be on a leash.'

'At least the gun isn't pointed towards our head?'

'He's a hunter. A Winchester. I'm sure he'll have more than just guns pointed towards our head if we mess this up.'

"If we're dealing with mass possession or something then I doubt that folks seeing your puppy claws n' teeth will make things better."

He had her there. She carefully took the gun, inspecting it for a moment. She could easily kill him right now, drive off and do her own thing. Dean watched her actions closely, raising a brow in surprise when he saw her quietly sigh and put it in her jacket pocket.

Saron leaned her arm out the window for a bit, "How the hell have you not killed me yet, Winchester?" She asked, catching him off guard, "Ran out of Holy Water? Is the salt not salty enough for you?"

Dean was silent for a while, keeping his hands firmly on the wheel as he focused on the road. The woman tilted her head a little bit, slyly smirking as she reached for his gun in his belt. His reaction was quick, grabbing her arm with his right hand just before she could stretch all the way.

She let out a chuckle, "So you can hear me."

"Just 'cause Sammy convinced me not to kill you then, doesn't mean I won't hesitate to now. You might as well spill whatever you know about the Yellow-Eyed asshole, it'll make this crap easier for yourself."

Saron groaned at the comment, "I hardly know anything about him. I don't even know his name!" She exclaimed, which wasn't a lie.. but then again.. she had interacted with the demon before. "Whatever Samson is going through regarding these visions has nothing to do with me!"

She hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened all them years ago.

'No point in dwelling on it. They won't understand.'

'But-'

'They won't understand!'

Dean didn't look convinced though, "Then if you're so tough how come you haven't at least tried to run off? It'd do me a favour with keeping my sanity."

The woman was silent, anger bubbling in her stomach. She clenched her fist together, feeling her claws dig into the palm of her hand before she sharply exhaled and looked at Dean, "Because I want that Yellow-Eyed asshole dead, too."

Dean was taken back when he heard that. A Hellhound wanting another Demon dead on their own accord? 'No, what if it's a trick? She's a Hellhound. A Demon too!' 

"Is he the reason you're all dog-like then? Or is there another reason?"

"Well isn't someone full of questions today, like a toddler!"