HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Nine.

Season 2, Episode 12.

Nightshifter.

Saron and Dean were leaning against a counter in a jewelry store, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. An attractive, brunette woman came out of the back with some papers in her hand, causing Saron and Dean to turn to face her as she spoke, her eyes mostly on Saron, "So what's it like, being an FBI woman?"

Saron smirked, eyes trailing up and down Frannie whilst Dean stood next to her, fumbled, "Well, it can get dangerous. Sometimes it's annoying when working with these guys." She nodded her head to Dean next to her. Frannie giggled.

"You're funny." Frannie twirled her hair between her fingers, "I so know what you mean."

"And the secrets too." Dean also added after grunting under his breath, trying to get involved in the conversation with the two women, "God, the secrets.. But.. what happened to your manager?"

The woman sighed, brushing her hair behind her ears briefly, "The cops said she killed herself. Dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?"

Dean nodded thankfully, "Yeah. Well, thanks, Frannie. I think that's all we need."

"Really? Because I've got more." She curiously asked, looking around slyly before leaning over the counter a bit more, looking at the two of them, "You know, if you both wanted to interview me sometime. In private?"

Saron smirked again whilst Dean eyed Sam from across the room for a moment, "Well.. I'm sure when we're both free we could pop by soon." Saron replied sweetly.

Dean raised his brows at her boldness, but didn't object, "Yeah. Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You're a true patriot, you really are." He grinned, pointing at her before getting a piece of paper out, "Why don't you write your number down there, that'd be good."

Frannie scribbled down her number, twice, onto a piece of paper and handed them both to Dean and Saron. Saron took the paper and put it in her pocket, "We'll be in touch, Frannie." She winked at the woman, who waved goodbye at the two.

As they walked over to Sam, Saron caught Dean staring at her, "What?" She asked.

Dean shrugged, "Usually that's my job-"

"-Give me a break, a Hellhound's allowed to have as much fun as any man-whore does." Saron scoffed, hiding back a smirk when she caught a glimpse at Dean's surprised reaction whilst Sam walked over to them. "You got an address?" Sam nodded, waving a paper towards them. "Let's get this over with then."

"You seem to be loving this FBI role." Sam joked, exiting the building and they went back over to the car.

She pursed her lips for a moment, the corner of her lips tugging up as she searched for her new fake badge in her jacket pocket, "I'm practically standing on business right now."

'Wearing this suit makes me love this job already. And working with these two.'

'Last part was unnecessary don't you think? Remember what we said.'

'Don't get attached - whatever.'

Sam snickered in response, eyes-glued to the badge she was holding. Saron, furrowed her brows for a moment before she realised she was holding it upside down.

"Still a work in progress, trainee." Dean hummed sarcastically, unlocking the Impala. The woman rolled her eyes in response, climbing into the backseat.