HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Nineteen.

Dean rapidly knocked on Madison's front door until Sam let him and Saron inside. Both of them saw Madison, back in her normal form, tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

"How you doin'? My head feels great, thanks." Dean sarcastically snapped at Madison, pointing to his head.

"We've gotta talk." Sam told Saron and Dean, pulling them both into the next room. As Saron looked at Madison, seeing how terrified and scared she was about the whole thing, for some reason the woman felt bad for her. Sam noticed, but ignored it for now, "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."

That's when Saron realised why she felt bad for Madison - she had no idea what she was doing and couldn't control it. One of the worst feelings, not even being in control of your own body.

When Saron first came back from Hell and discovered what kind of creature lurked inside of her and powered through her veins, she had no idea what to do. All she knew was to let the monster take over and kill others, collecting her debts, until it was done because 'that was the only option she had left.' It took her... quite a long time to be able to change whenever she wanted, but still, she rarely changed into her proper Hellhound form anyway.

"She's lying." Dean snapped with a scoff, but Sam seemed desperate.

"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe - maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

Saron spoke up, nodding in agreement with Sam, "As much as I dislike empathy, he has a point Dean. And I'm talking from experience."

As much as Sam appreciated Saron sticking up for him, Dean wasn't convinced. He deadpanned them both, "Like a hot Incredible Hulk. Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."

"And I killed a bunch of 'debtors' back before I knew how to control myself, Dean." Saron shot back, looking up at him firmly, "She just needs help controlling it."

"But what if it was, Dean?" Sam argued back, "I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too."

"I expect Saron to be the Dog Whisperer, not you." Dean replied, only causing Sam and Saron to glare in return.

'Is he bipolar or something?'

"Look, man, I just... I don't know there- there was something in her eyes."

"Yeah, she's killing people!"

"But if she has no control over it-"

"Exactly. She can't control it." Dean interrupted harshly, pressing Sam's chest. The younger Winchester looked to Saron for help, who seemed to be in thought.

"I'm not gonna say to kill her just because she can't control herself, I'd be a hypocrite." Saron quietly muttered, earning a scoff out of Dean. She glared at him before continuing, looking at Sam and trying to ignore his puppy-eyes, "But... she's a werewolf. There's no way of controlling something so animalistic."

"Saron, you're a Hellhound. Surely you can help her!" Sam pleaded.

"I can't, Sam. I can't."