HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Thirteen.

Season 2, Episode 14.

Born Under a Bad Sign.

Dean fidgeted against the Impala, clearly upset as he contacted Ellen again for any updates on Sam, who was missing again. Saron stood next to him, listening to the conversation, "Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him? I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here." He exasperatedly chuckled, pacing around.

"No, I've called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone!" He expressed loudly, before his cell phone beeped from another call. It was from Sam. He excused himself from Ellen and answered Sam. "Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?"

It was silent for a moment, Saron felt a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She went to turn around and pace, until the figure of her little girl caught her off guard. 

She was standing closer than last time. Each time Saron sees her, Victoria, the little girl is getting closer and closer. As if she's trying to tell her mother something.

"Why are you here? Why now?" Saron muttered, tilting her head as she was frozen in her spot.

'She's trying to tell us something.'

'But what? It's been decades.'

'God, thought they had left.' Saron annoyedly thought to herself.

'We'll never leave.'

'Not yet anyway.'

'It's fun.'

"Saron! Let's go!" Dean's desperate voice caught her off guard. He briefly took her arm, dragging her out of her 'daze' and into the Impala before speeding off.

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"Sam? It's us. Sam!"  Dean knocked frantically on the door after worryingly dashing down the halls. He turned to Saron, who shrugged and went to try unpick the door, only to discover that it was already unlocked.

"Samson?" Saron cautiously asked.

It clicked open, the pair entered to see Sam silently sitting at the edge of his bed. Dean rushed to his brother in an instant, bending down to look at him, "Sam? Hey."

Sam numbly looked up, "Hey, Dean." He then made eye contact with Saron, and as soon as he did, she got a really strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Hey Saron." He then greeted, causing goosebumps to trail up her arms and shivers down her spine.

"Sam." She bluntly greeted in response, eyes trailing down to the blood on his hands and shirt that she got a whiff of from outside the door. "What happened?"

"I tried to wash it off..." Sam's small voice trailed off, sounding like a vulnerable kid. It made Saron almost fold and give in, heading to the bathroom to get something to wipe his hands with like a worried mother again. "I don't think it's my blood."

Dean groped at his brother's shirt, searching for a wound that wasn't there, "Whose is it?" He asked, glancing up at Saron, who retrieved a wash cloth.

"I don't know." He mumbled, glancing at Saron who wiped the blood off his hands with ease. She noticed that he was warmer than usual... but maybe that was a coincidence.