HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixteen.

Season 2. Episode 15.

Tall Tales.

Saron was laid over the bed on her back, scanning a newspaper to look for some information on the 'case' they were working on. Sam was sat on the couch, looking through books, tiredly. Dean was sat up on the bed next to Saron, listening to the radio and eating some messy food on a plate.

Sam rubbed his face and snapped his head over to his brother, "Dude. You mind not eating those on my bed?" He asked in annoyance, watching Dean pick up the food with his bare hands and eat it.

"No, I don't mind." Dean replied, then ate some more of the greasy fries, "Saron, c'mon you gotta try these!"

Saron put her newspaper down for a moment, briefly looking at Dean with a disgusted face, "No gracias, I like having a perfect immune system."

He grumbled and then shrugged, "More for me then. How's research going?"

"You know how it's going? Slow." Sam answered from the couch, flipping through the hefty book again, "You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer."

"And if you put on some better music." Saron added quietly, but Dean heard and looked fake-offended.

"We're not all born in the early 1900s and listen to classical music, alright? That's just depressing." 

Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother's sarcastic antics, rubbing his temples, "Can you turn that down please?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, absolutely." He then proceed to reach over to the blue radio and turn the music up louder, blasting it in the room.

Saron dropped the newspaper on her face, frustrated, whilst Sam tried to yell over the loud music, "You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while."

Dean shut off the radio and looked up, acting snappy, "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell." He looked at his brother and then Saron with the same glare.

Saron sat up with the same glare, "I told you, I didn't slash your damn tyres! I actually like your car." She then threw the newspaper in his face and laid back down quickly.

"Why are there claw marks in my tyres and why did I find Sam's money clip next to them?"

"Dean!" Sam yelled back, "We told you, we have nothing to do wi-" He was then cut off by a loud knock on the door.

Saron looked over at Dean, expecting him to go answer it because she couldn't be bothered, especially since he was being annoying anyway. But he just simply ate his gross fries with a shrug, earning a groan out of her lips as she rolled off the bed and headed over to the door. After looking through the peephole, she saw Bobby and opened the door.

"Singer." She nodded at him bluntly, opening the door wider for him to come in.

Bobby nodded faintly, his hands in his pockets as he entered the room, "Boys." He greeted the brothers. "It's good to see you again so soon."

"Yeah, uh, thanks for coming." Sam said standing up as Saron closed and locked the door.

Dean stood up, shaking Bobby's hand firmly, "Thank god you're here."