HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twelve.

Saron felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat after she finished part of her story. She didn't explain everything. There were things she didn't want to admit and other things that she regretted doing even if she had a smile on her face whilst committing the horrible act. 

"It was a botched deal. Obviously. No ten years for me." Saron muttered faintly, her eyes low. "Makes me wonder why he was so desperate to create me."

She paused for a moment, inhaling sharply to relieve the pressure in her throat. She doesn't act like this. Saron, doesn't act like this. "Why didn't you kill me when you saw me? Why strike a deal with a Hellhound?"

Dean ignored how venom laced her tone as she said 'Hellhound', knowing she only said that because that's how he spoke to her, "You know Sam and his visions? Well, he had a vision before we went to see that Evan guy, y'know, crossroad de-"

Saron snapped her head over to Dean as she was sat next to the window, a small glare in her eyes, "I'm aware, trust me."

He mentally noted her reaction and continued, "Sam had a vision. Of you. He said he couldn't make much out. It was too fast. But, the thing he managed to figure out was that.. you help us. Y'know, with everything apparently."

Saron tilted her head, "Apparently?" She repeated, grasping that he sounded slightly doubtful.

"It ain't everyday we find a demon who's willing to help us hunt down the same guy." Dean replied, trying to hide his annoyed tone, weakly. 

The woman rolled her eyes, but let it go for now. If she was going to continue being stuck in this room with him, she would rather leave it in comfortable silence rather than a sickening one that makes her want to claw her ears out.

"I understand why you hate me... and don't trust me." Saron briefly listed with a low tone, "Family's important. Even I know that. But promise me one thing?"

Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her for a moment, curiously asking, "What is it?"

"That if anything happens to me, you'll kill that yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch no matter what." Saron answered sternly.

"I doubt that anything will happen to yo-"

"-But if something does." She interrupted him firmly, "Promise me you'll kill him. No more stupid deals or anything after this."

Dean held his hands up in fake-defense, "Alright, I promise. But, as much as I hate to admit, you're strong. Hellhound-strong. You'll beat him anyway. I'd even bet money on it if I had any."

This time it was Saron being the doubtful one, as much as it pained her to silently admit. Her chance of killing the demon alone was low, that's why she needed to help Sam and Dean. "It's.. not that simple. I may have the strength, but he has the power over me. He made me this way."

How could she even believe that she was doing this? Opening up? It was against her entire thinking process in the years she had been this way. But a hunter, who was supposed to despise her since she was a demon, managed to encourage her. Well, in his own closed-off way. A hunter who didn't like opening up himself, forced a Hellhound to talk to him.

It was all so strange. Dean couldn't help but feel captivated by her in way. He still didn't understand why. At first he hated himself for it. How on earth could he start to... like a Hellhound? A demon, who used to kill people, and sometimes still did. 

Imagine what his father would say.

When he started to get over the fact that a hellhound was in his car, he thought that he could just use her as extra help and strength to defeat the yellow-eyed demon - just like Saron thought about him. But now, things were different.