HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fifteen.

"Dip your finger in that for me will ya'?" Dean asked, pulling up outside of a bar and holding a metal flask towards her. She furrowed her brows for a moment, wondering what it was as she dipped her finger in the water.. which turned out to be Holy Water.

"Ow!" She hissed, pulling her finger back as it smoked and turned red. 

Dean chuckled, "Couldn't help myself, puppy." They both got out of the car, sneaking up to the door of the building. Both of them had guns in their hands as they burst through the doors with them raised. "Sam!"

Sam suddenly grabbed a knife that was stuck in the side of a pillar, a desperate panic on his face as he placed the knife at a blonde woman's throat, who turned out to be Jo.

"I begged you to stop me, Dean." Sam yelled, his hand nearly shaking.

"Put the knife down, dammit." Dean ordered his brother.

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, alright?! Dean. Saron. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." Sam begged, spreading his arms wide, "Come on Saron! You should be used to this by now! Shoot me!"

Dean stared Sam down, his gun steady as he looked at Jo out of the corner of his eye to see her tied up, "No, Sammy, come on." He shook his head, lowering his gun and getting Saron to as well whilst he reached for his pocket.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?"

Dean turned suddenly, flinging water from the flash at Sam; the water hissed and steamed when it struck him. 

"Hurts doesn't it?" Saron cocked her head to the side, "That's Holy Water, idiota!"

Sam raised his head quickly; his eyes had a solid lack of a demon's and was staring right at Saron, as if to say he was challenging her. Dean flinged more Holy Water at him, causing Sam to growl, turn and burst through a window in order to escape.

"Go after him!" Dean yelled, rushing to Jo, whilst Saron ran after 'Sam'. She jumped through the shattered window and followed Sam's fleeting footsteps to a warehouse.

Inside the warehouse were piles of boxes, crates and pillars all under dim lights scattered around. Saron let out a soft snarl as she entered, crouching down behind a crate.

"Here she is. Saron the infamous Hellhound traitor." Possessed Sam called out from somewhere in the building.

"Who are you?" Saron growled demandingly, her claws digging in the crates as she peered over one to see where he was.

"You'll have to ask nicer than that." His voice taunted slowly, "You see, I know lots about you, Saron."

"How lovely." She sarcastically drawled, "How about you tell me something about yourself before I find you."

The demon inside Sam merely chuckled, "To then what? Kill me? Oh... not without hurting sweet Samson. But wait, that shouldn't be a problem, right? I mean, it's not like... you get attached to people anyway. Isn't that what you tell yourself?"

Saron growled under her breath, feeling her fangs pinch her gums, "Just you wait until I get my hands on you."

"As crazy as always.. they don't know just how crazy you used to be, do they? Wow, the things you did when you were human.. do you think they'd still like you if they knew?"

"Shut up, coño. You know nothing."

"Let's see if you're as fast as a proper Hellhound then. Or has being around humans weakened your skill?"