HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Four.

Season 2, Episode 10.

Hunted.

One week later...

After the whole situation with the 'demonic Croatoan virus', Dean and Sam had a mini dispute whilst Saron held back to let them talk. Basically, Dean told his younger brother about their father telling him before he died that Dean would possibly have to kill Sam if he's too far gone regarding his weird visions and abilities. Saron knew about Sam's abilities and that the Yellow-Eyed Demon had 'plans for him', but despite her Hellhound/Demonic abilities, she didn't know what that meant either.

She hadn't seen the specific Yellow-Eyed Demon since she turned into the creature she is now.

Anyhow, it had been almost over a week since Sam had ran off after his fight with Dean. Saron and Dean had been driving around aimlessly, unsure of where to go next. There was only a certain amount of things that a Hunter and a half-Hellhound could talk about until they fell into uncomfortable silence.

Plus, there were certain things they surely could've done.. if they didn't dislike each other that was.

Dean had his phone up to his ear at the moment, talking to one of his older friends called Ellen. She's an old friend of their father's, who they helped a while ago and had been keeping in contact with her just in case she or one of her friends discovered anything extra about the demon they were hunting. 

Neither Sam or Dean had told her about Saron, at least until now.

Saron listened in to their conversation and Ellen eventually mentioned how Sam was in Lafayette, Indiana, but she didn't say why.

So there they were, Saron and Dean sitting in the car and pulling up to a motel where they thankfully saw Sam in one of the rooms. 

Dean sighed in relief, leaning his arm over the open window of his Impala, "Oh, thank god you're okay."

Saron spotted Sam in the motel room, leaning against the window before moving aside. He revealed a young woman, causing both Dean and Saron to smirk, "He seems better than okay." Saron chuckled, leaning back into the seat.

Dean hummed with a smile, licking his lip as he admired the young woman that was sat in a chair, looking up at Sam, "What a sly dog."

"And I thought your brother was the shy one." Saron added with a snicker, nudging Dean. Her comment was soon cut short by the window of Sam's motel room shattering, followed by the sound of a gunshot.

Dean instinctively covered Saron from any misfire, lowering both their heads down whilst looking around. Someone on a rooftop then caught his eye, "Gordon." He harshly muttered, eyes darkening as he took out his own gun.

"Who the hell is Gordon?" Saron quipped, but Dean didn't directly answer. He dashed out of the car, Saron jumped out too, but was stopped by him, "Dean-"

"Go make sure Sam's alright." He told her.

"But Dean-"

"Saron, please." Dean repeated, clutching her arm with his free hand.

She looked into his desperate eyes for a moment and instantly understood how he was feeling. After stopping an annoyed growl from crawling up her throat, she then nodded at him before watching him running off wherever the heck he spotted the man called 'Gordon', whilst Saron sprinted to the shot down motel room.

'Aw, why can't we get some action like that for once?'

'I honestly can't tell by what type of action you mean-'