HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty.

i mentioned in chapter 18 that i was skipping ep18 and 19 cos i don't see how sarons redemp arc can benefit from it, so off we go to ep20! ive been excited for this ep for a while now anyway

Season 2. Episode 20.

What Is and What Should Never Be.

Saron was sat in the front seat beside Dean, who was driving down a dark road whilst Lynyrd Skynyrd's 'Saturday Night Special' played in the background. Her elbow was resting against the side of the door as they sped down the road, Dean had his phone on speaker with Sam on the other end.

"There's a cop car outside?" Sam told them, sounding a little bit concerned as he was the only one in the motel room.

Dean furrowed his brows a little, "You think it's for us?"

"I don't know."

"You ditched the plates and credit cards right?" Saron then asked, hearing a hum coming from Sam. She nodded casually to Dean, "Then we're fine, Samson."

A few seconds of silence passed, Sam breathed out in relief, "They're leaving. False alarm."

"Well, see. Nothing to worry about." Dean replied, hand gripping the steering wheel tightly as his brother continued.

"Yeah, being fugitives? Frigging dance party."

'Sucks to be them.'

"Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe." Dean smirked, then raised his brow at Saron, "Ain't that right, pup?"

She just shrugged in response with a faint tug to her lips, "Can't say I hate it. Besides, I don't even exist on police database."

Sam sighed on the other end of the phone, "Lucky. You're not an escapee from prison... Anyway, you guys got anything yet?" He then asked, referring to the case Saron and Dean were on at the moment.

Dean let out a scoff, "Are you kidding me? How could I? You got us sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here."

"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared."

"Yeah, well, we got diddly-squat." Dean complained a bit, "What about you?"

"Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now." Sam answered, the sound of rustling was made as he pulled a heavy book towards himself, "We're hunting a Djinn."

Saron furrowed her brows in confusion, "What on earth is a Djinn?"

Dean's face scrunched in disbelief, "A freakin' genie?" Saron's mouth dropped a little bit, she wanted to let out a sarcastic laugh, but Dean did it for her, "What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?"

"I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants." Sam explained briefly, "Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran."

"My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick." Dean trailed off, on the verge of salivating. Saron gave him a weird look, he caught onto it and shrugged, giving her a look back, "Search her up. Given your track record you'll end up agreeing."

'Beautiful woman? Sign me up.'

'Same.'

Sam scoffed a bit at how quickly they both went off task, "Are either of you even listening to me?"

Dean cleared his throat, Saron relaxed her gaze, "Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair up?"