HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty one.

'I need to do something. I need to accept the truth about this whole thing.' Saron thought harshly to herself whilst using the sewing machine.

Earlier she was thinking back to what Dean told her about Djinn and how they granted wishes, like a literal genie. Saron didn't hesitate to put two and two together. One of the main things she wanted was her daughter back, and now all of a sudden she was back in 1928 with Victoria, whose alive.

In addition to that, she literally had a human growing inside of her. Her hand stroked her stomach, she hadn't even noticed the slight bump this morning. She was so stunned and surprised about everything she didn't see the change. 

At first, she didn't believe it. She couldn't. But then again... the Djinn... her wish. Before Victoria, she tried and tried to have a baby, but couldn't. It broke her into pieces, but adopting baby Vic fixed her heart back together.

Now she had a sudden miracle inside of her. Victoria's little sibling, Saron's soon-to-be new little girl or boy.

Her life literally was close to perfection. And she didn't want to let it go.

Saron looked up to see a figure stand in front of her. She had a horrid feeling in her stomach again, the same feelings she got when she used to previously get glimpses of Victoria staring at her from a distance.

She expected it to be that strange sick-looking woman again, but it wasn't. It was Dean, looking horribly tired and in pain.

"Dean." She breathed out worriedly, her eyes widening at the site of his state.

He didn't respond, he wasn't even looking at her. But then, in a sudden flicker, he merged back into that sick-looking woman, before disappearing completely.

"What the-" Saron continued, but then felt a sharp pain in her hand that caught her off guard. She immediately stopped the rickety sewing machine, pulling her hand away to see that she had nicked herself with the sharp end. Blood started to trickle out quickly. "Mierda."

"Oh dear, you okay, Sierra?" A voice spoke up behind Saron. She lifted her head to see Steve, her so-called boss. He was a tall man with a brown beard, a kind heart and an attractive face.

"I'm okay, it's okay. It'll heal-" She replied calmly, but stopped herself mid-sentence. She stared at the cut, waiting for it to happen. But it didn't. The cut kept bleeding, and bleeding and oozing, the skin never going back to normal in a second like it usually did.

"It'll heal once you put a bandage over it, that's for sure." Steve told her, not taking her seriously, "Why don't you head to the ladies room and clean yourself up? I'll clean your station for you. There's a medkit in the bathrooms and in my office if you need." He kindly offered.

Saron looked up at him with a small smile, she stood up, holding her own bloodied hand and escaped to the bathroom with Steve watching her with a smile. She headed inside and ran her hand under the cool water, watching the blood clear away, but the cut was still obvious.

It was all so strange. This whole day already had been so strange, and this was the strangest part.

She was... actually normal. And she forgot how much she missed it. Well, apart from being really cold, that explained why she felt odd this morning.

Saron wrapped her hand up to stop the bleeding - these sewing machines are deadly. After, she headed out the bathroom to then be met with Lisa.

"What happened, Sierra? That's not like you."

"Oh- I just wasn't paying attention. Silly me." She awkwardly chuckled, holding her hands together behind her. Lisa frowned, gesturing them to the side and then folding her arms.