HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Five.

Saron was sitting on the Impala's trunk, smoking a cigarette as Dean wiped the blood off her chest with a rag.

'This is humiliating. We can do this ourselves.'

'Shut up and enjoy the moment.'

She blew out the smoke in the other direction before speaking up, "I told you that I'll be fine."

"Yeah, I know." He replied calmly, his eyes flickering back up to her face softly, "But I still ain't letting you get blood all over Baby."

She lightly snickered in response, "Still can't believe you call her 'Baby'."

Dean just faintly hummed, finishing cleaning up the blood on her chest. She previously insisted that she could do it herself, but he wanted to do it for her 'just in case.' He noticed how at first her skin was hot to touch, but the more time he spent with her, the cooler her skin got as if she was controlling it herself.. which she was when she was around him.

He then took the spare shirt that was laying on the Impala, briefly chucking it to her, "Here. Put this on."

She held up the shirt for a second, recognising it as one of his. Though, she didn't question it. What was the point? It was either wear Dean's shirt or walk around without one at all. Besides, Dean was happy with either option anyways.

"You gonna watch me change now?" Saron asked him with a smirk, noticing how he was still stood there watching her.

He raised his brows for a moment, a teasing smirk tugging on his lips, "Who knows what other secrets you got under there, puppy?"

She hummed in amusement, flickering the butt of her cigarette on the ground as she slid off the trunk, "In your dreams, Winchester."

"Dreams do come true." Dean shrugged, pulling his phone out as he spoke, "Gotta make a call anyway." He added, facing his back to her.

Saron slid her leather jacket off, letting the cool air hit her bare arms. As she took off her stained shirt, she couldn't help but run her hands over her jagged skin. The bumps and dents from the scars and the roughness in some patches from burn marks still often haunted her. Haunted her of her last ever night as a normal person. Even with her gloves on she could still feel it.

She couldn't dwell on it though. Especially something as ugly as that, which will stain her forever.

But Dean didn't think that. It had been around a month, perhaps more, with Saron. But something was different about her. She wasn't any ordinary half-demon, that's for sure. It briefly reminded him of the vampire they met when they first saw Gordon, and how much she tried and wanted to be good.

Perhaps that truly was the case with Saron, perhaps she truly wanted to genuinely kill this Yellow-Eyed Demon too. But why?

As he admired the beauty of her marked arms, he hoped that he would one day know.

But after all, she was a half-demon, he's a hunter. Could it really make a difference to their lives?

What would everyone else think? How would they react to a Hellhound tagging along on their adventures after finding the Yellow-Eyed Demon?

'If we even find him that is-'

'No, when we find him. We need to.'

All three of them needed too really. Saron knew why Sam and Dean need to, but they didn't know much about her reasoning..

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