HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Six.

Season 2, Episode 11

Playthings.

Saron looked up at the inn, the shivers of her previous dream slowly washing away from her as she got out of the car and distracted herself from it. The air was misty and she could taste a slight wetness to it as she inhaled it. 

Dean stepped out of the driver's side of the car, shrugging his bag over his shoulder as he admired the large mansion, "Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this."

"Like what?" Saron asked him, finally not in a 'wanting to slap him round the face mood'.

Dean stretched his arm out briefly to gesture to the manor as the three of them walked towards the steps, "Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways... sissy British accents." He explained shortly, raising his brows at Sam with a smirk, "Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside."

The woman let out a sigh as they walked up the steps, "All men are the same." She sighed, hiding her smirk.

"Don't worry, I find Spanglish accents cute too." Dean winked at her, causing her to roll her eyes in disbelief since she was beside him.

Sam was behind them, inspecting an urn on the side of the porch, "I'm not so sure haunted's the problem."

Dean furrowed his brows a little, "What do you mean?" He asked whilst Saron stayed silent.

"You see this pattern here?" Sam tapped an engraving in the black urn, a fight-point symbol, "That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot."

"Five-spot." Dean said again outloud, piecing it together in his head, "That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?"

"Right, yeah." Sam nodded, "You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies."

Dean hummed, glancing around for a second, "Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?"

Saron just shrugged, narrowing her eyes at the strange symbol, "There's always a possibility." She replied before the three of them turned inside the inn and over to the front desk.

A woman, named Susan, briskly walked towards the three as she watched them looking around at the quiet interior. She warmly smiled and placed her hands on the counter whilst Saron admired her up and down, "May I help you?" She spoke softly.

Dean smiled at her, "Hi, yeah, we'd like a room for a couple of nights."

As Sam walked behind, a little girl then quickly darted in front of his legs whilst laughing. Saron watched the girl happily sprint past, seeing her long, brown hair fly around and hearing her giggles echo around the empty place. Her heart nearly dropped for a moment until the little girl was out of sight, mistaking her for someone else.

'She looks exactly like-'

'Don't say her name.'

"Hey!" Susan yelled towards the little girl, before looking back at the three guests, "Sorry about that.. Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests."

"Well." Dean commented, looking to Sam and then Saron, "Sounds vaguely ominous."

Susan shook her head, realising her poor choice of words, "No, I'm sorry. I mean we're closing at the end of the month." She appraised, "Well, let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?"

Dean shared a 'why not?' look with his brother before glancing at Susan again, "How'd you know?" He asked with a grin.

"Oh, you just look the type." Susan replied, looking down at some pieces of paper whilst Dean looked vaguely uncomfortable as he sorted out his attire. "So, uh, two king-sized beds, two rooms?"