HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Ten.

Season 2, Episode 13.

Houses of the Holy.

Saron was sat on the chair in the motel room, her legs leaning on the table as she spun. She was bored, retracting and then de-tracting her claws over and over again, sometimes scratching into the edge of the wooden table to make patterns before she got fed up again. Well, she was trying to do anything to distract herself from the constant buzzing of the bed that Dean was laying on in bliss.

Sam was investigating a ward where a woman was staying at, who said she 'saw an angel'. Due to Dean being all over the news as an apparent bank robber, there was no way he would be allowed inside a government facility without getting attacked and arrested.

So Saron was stuck in the motel room with him. Like a proper guard dog. Plus, if an actual angel was involved in this apparent case, then she didn't want anything to do with it. Unless she wanted a trip back to the pit.

The sound of the bed vibration and Dean's music loudly blasting through his earphones echoed throughout the room before Sam entered the room, "Hey." The younger Winchester greeted to them both.

"Hola." Saron waved, her head resting on the table as she flicked through a magazine.

"Hey." Sam repeated to Dean, looking at him with concern as Dean was staring up at the ceiling. He then slapped his brother's boot harshly, "Hey!" He loudly said again.

Dean eventually noticed him, "Hey! Man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the 'Magic Fingers'." He chuckled, using air quotes. "Saron's being a scaredy-cat. Well, scaredy-dog."

Saron lifted her head up, narrowing her eyes at him, "The only vibrations you'll be feeling in a minute will be me shoving my foot up your as-"

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making us feel uncomfortable." Sam intervened, stepping beside the bed and looking down at his strange older brother.

"What am I supposed to do?" Dean asked with a huff, "I mean, you've got me on lockdown here with Saron acting as my guard dog. I'm bored out of my skull. She doesn't even play fetch."

Saron slammed her magazine shut in annoyance, "I told you, I'm not going to buy you beer! You'll just sneak out of the motel."

"I said that I'll share!" Dean shot back, widening his arms to try and express his point.

"She doesn't drink alcohol, dumbass!" Sam interrupted defensively, "Besides, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. Not Saron. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."

Dean huffed again and Sam waved a dismissing hand towards him as he turned to go into the bathroom. After a second, the bed shuttered to stillness. Dean immediately sat up, "Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?"

"No!" Sam shouted from the bathroom, turning the tap on.

Dean rummaged through his pockets, but found no quarters. He then looked over at the woman lazed about near the table with her magazine. Slowly yet casually, he stood up and walked over to her with his hands in his pockets, "Hey, uh, Saron, whatcha readi-"

"I'm not giving you a quarter." Saron stated, not bothering to look up at him, but she heard him groan and then retreated to the bathroom. 

Leaning against the doorway, Dean asked his brother, "So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"

Sam finished washing his face, drying his hands with a nod, "Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

Saron perked up and stood next to Dean, who furrowed his brows a little, "But she seriously believes that she was... touched by an angel?"