HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fourteen.

Dean drove down a dark road with Sam staring out the window, Saron was getting comfy in the backseat. Sam was attempting to remember things. Dean was still worried about him, in his own brotherly way, by asking him continuous questions, "What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more likely Saron, than you."

'I don't think we have ever seen him smoke before.'

'He always looks annoyed when we ask for a smoke break.'

Saron sat up, looking at Dean when she realised what he said, "What do you mean 'more likely me'?" She asked, her brows furrowed.

"Uh, well-"

"Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road." Sam interrupted him, pointing to the upcoming dark turn.

"What?"

"I don't know how I know, I just do!" Sam continued, Dean immediately changed the car's direction and drove down a back road and onto a private property. There was a large house with plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras outside that turned on when they stood out the car.

"Did you go away for the weekend without inviting us?" Saron snickered, but toned it down when the two deadpanned her. "Tough crowd."

"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises." Sam pointed out the obvious as the light shined on them.

They walked up the steps and peered inside the dark house. It didn't look vacant, all the lights were off and everything was pretty much starting to collect dust. Saron had an odd feeling radiating from inside.

"Should we knock?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam shrugged, poking around the corner of the house with his flashlight until something caught his eyes. "Hey, guys." He then called them, shining his flashlight at a broken window, the ledge covered in the shattered glass.

"I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm."

Sam waved his flashlight against a disabled alarm on the wall, his tone getting quieter, "Yeah, you would."

After a moment, the three made their way inside via the already broken window. Whilst exploring the dark house, Saron could smell a strong sense of blood. The other two followed her, as if she was a bloodhound, until they reached a back room.

Inside the room was a dead body on the floor with a slit throat.

Sam turned the lights on as Saron bent down, turning the heavy body over with ease to show a middle-aged man with a deeply cut throat. His vacant eyes were staring at them, Sam looked away as if he wanted to throw up.

"I did this." Sam said with a horrified tone.

"We don't know that." Dean shook his head at his brother.

"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood-"

"I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?!" Dean suddenly exclaimed, pausing for a moment to collect himself. "Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" He continued whilst patting down the body, "He doesn't have any ID."

Sam was curiously looking at the locked cabinet, as if something was drawing him in. He briefly looked over at Saron, "Saron, can you open this for me?"

"What for?" Dean quipped, watching Saron head over to Sam, noticing her suspicious glance towards his brother when he wasn't looking. She unpicked the lock using her claw, then opening the double-closet to discover a wall covered in firearms, charts and clippings.