HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Seven.

Saron and Sam were earlier staring through a lace-curtained window, watching the coroner cart away a lawyer's body. Dean was seen outside, talking to Susan about what had gone off. Whilst researching, the pair discovered that this house was going to be completely demolished rather than a few renovations. So something clearly didn't want this house to be destroyed.. they just needed to find out who or what this thing was.

Now, Sam was slumped drunkenly in a chair as Saron was still standing at the window. Dean then walked in, looking fully ready for work, unlike his brother, "There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room."

"Yeah. We saw." Sam darkly said, making Saron frown at the way he spoke. 

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?" Dean then asked, looking at Saron since she was opposite him and not sat in the dark like Sam.

Saron was about to respond, but Sam spoke up first with a huff, "You're the boss."

Dean turned around, face puzzled in confusion, "What?"

"You're bossy. And short." Sam laughed sloppily, his head dazing around. "So are you." He said towards Saron.

"I'm 5"6 that's average height.." The woman muttered.

Dean looked at Saron in disbelief before being more stern, "Are you drunk?" He asked his brother, his head than snapped to Saron, "Is he drunk?!"

"Yeah. So? Stupid." Sam continued to laugh.

Saron just shrugged, looking away - she didn't like getting involved in anything to do with alcohol. Sam offered her some, but she immediately declined. Dean looked around the room and saw several empty bottles, "Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case." He asked, shaking his head at his brother, pacing around the room whilst glaring at Saron for a moment, "Why'd you let him drink?"

"Don't bring me into this." Saron stared back at him, leaning against the wall as Sam started to get tearful.

'At least he's funny when he's drunk.'

'Unlike someone we knew-'

'Let's not talk about him.'

"That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him."

"What are you talking about?" Dean quipped from the table, "You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything."

Sam shifted his gaze from nothingness and to Dean, "That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too."

Saron shifted in her spot, feeling awkward that she didn't know what to say to make the situation better, "You did everything you could, Sam. Like you always do."

"But it still wasn't enough!" Sam slammed the table, "You don't understand. The more people I save, the more I can change!"

"Change what?" Dean asked in confusion.

Sam leaned forward with his hands to his chest, "My destiny, Dean!" He expressed desperately, staring into his older brother's eyes and then glanced over at Saron, "Tell him, Saron! You're a demon, you should know what I'm talking about."

"Alright, that's enough Sammy." Dean attempted, trying to get Sam to leave her out of this. Saron was stunned at first, standing up straight at the sound of her name. Dean leaned over and hauled Sam up by the shoulders and over to his bed.

Sam clutched his brother's arms as they headed to the bed, "I need you to watch out for me."

"Yeah. I always do."