HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Eleven.

TW: mentions of abuse in flashback scenes.

Saron and Dean were sat alone in the motel room once again, Dean sat at the edge of the bed with the police radio in his hand and a painfully bored expression. Saron was sat on the spinning chair again, her feet propped up onto the table like before as she was in deep thought.

That was until Dean spoke up after a while of silence.

"Hey," He spoke up, lowering the police radio and chucking it on the bed. When she didn't respond he spoke up again, "Hey." He said louder, causing her to shake out of her daze and snap her head over to him.

"Hm?" Saron asked, perking up and sitting up a bit on the chair.

He squinted his eyes for a moment, messing with the radio as he observed her actions, "What's up with you recently, puppy? You look like you've been kicked."

She felt her lips go a bit dry when she pressed them harshly together. Her eyes trailed away from him and to the floor for a second to think about what to say next. Either way, why would he care? "Nothing. I'm fine."

"You didn't seem fine earlier." He pointed out with a shrug, keeping eye contact with her. After a short pause he also added, "What was that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Saron-" Dean tried, standing up and stepping forwards.

She tried to turn her head away, but there was nowhere else to look without feeling his presence get closer to her. Squeezing her hands shut, she snapped, "Just leave it, Dean. You won't understand."

"Try me-"

"¡No es nada!" She seethed again, standing up in order to shift past him. Instead of letting her go, Dean held back her arm, but of course since she was stronger than him, she easily shrugged out of it. "Why do you care so much, huh? From day one, you've never given a shit about me! So tell me, why?"

"Because, I-" Dean started, cutting himself off for a moment as he didn't know what to say.. or he didn't know how to tell her something. "You've been stayin' with us long enough, so I got a right to know!"

"¡La mierda!" She scoffed, running her hand through her hair stressfully, "I saw the way you looked at me in the first few weeks I was around you. You wanted to kill me, nevermind not be near me! But now, all of a sudden you care about me! Why, because 'Sammy said so?'"

"He says you're different! Now I trust my brother, but you haven't given me many reasons to trust you yet.""

"Oh, wow, I'm flattered-" She snickered sarcastically, about to turn away, but he grabbed her wrist again and pulled her back again. This time, something inside her stopped her from pulling back.

"You know that's not what I mean." He stated lowly, "He told me."

She furrowed her brows, tilting her head suspiciously, "Told you what?"

His grip on her arm softened, just like his eyes, "About your family."

Her heart dropped for a moment. Sam told Dean about their conversation? She assumed he had forgotten, considering he was drunk. But why?

She wasn't used to this. Talking about her feelings. Having people to care for her. Not anymore.

Her parents used to love her unconditionally.. that was until they forced her into marriage and left back to Spain for the rest of their lives.

After that, she only received love from her daughter. That was it.

But now she's gone too. Just like everyone else.