HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty two.

Saron woke up to a pounding pain in her head, her hands tied above her head and her feet were barely touching the ground. She felt someone's hands on her shoulders as someone else was undoing the chains around her wrists. They were rapidly shaking her, causing her eyes to slowly open and let the painful light in.

Dean was standing opposite her, his hands on either side of her cheeks to hold her head up, "Saron! Saron, hey c'mon. Wake up."

She groaned for a moment until she realised it was Dean's voice, exhaling sharply, "Well this doesn't look like heaven, God." She opened her red-rimmed eyes a bit wider, Dean's face coming into focus.

"There she is." Dean grinned weakly, his skin was still pale and his eye bags were deep. He looked up at Sam, who had broken Saron's chains. Her feet carefully touched the ground as Dean held her, his arm around her waist as he lowered her, "Seems like the Djinn got you pretty good, huh?"

"It must've used a crap-ton of strength to be able to get both of you." Sam also added, chucking the chains onto the ground as Saron caressed her own red wrists. "I thought I lost you both for a second."

Saron caught her breath in the back of her throat, pausing for a moment and looking tiredly at the ground, "You almost did." She muttered, thinking back to her daughter's face. She missed her already and it had only been a few minutes.

Sam went to reply, but was cut off when Dean yelled, "Sam!" He nodded towards the Djinn, seeing its glowing blue eyes in the shadows. Sam spun around, going to the Djinn with his knife since Dean was too weak too right now and refused to let Saron go.

The Djinn suddenly had Sam in his grasp for a moment, instantly getting the upper hand on him. Its hand glowed blue again and moved it slowly to his forehead. Saron urged Dean to go help his brother, insisting she was fine. Dean obliged, seeing his younger brother in trouble and rushing over to help.

Dean grabbed the knife and went to slash at the Djinn, but the creature turned around and shoved him into a wall nearby. It then focused back on Sam now Dean was hit, still previously recovering from his weak state.

Saron felt herself healing quicker than Dean, like she should be now. She pushed herself from off the wall, extending her claws now that she had them back and raced up behind the Djinn.

The creature turned its glowing eyes at her, but couldn't react fully as she forced her claws into its back. She dug her way through the flesh until she could feel its heart, using her anger as her strength to grip its beating heart tightly.

The blue light went out of its eyes, before its eyelids flickered and eventually closed. Its head rolled down, and when Saron pulled her hand out of its back, the creature's heart in her hand, it fell to the ground dead.

Sam breathed heavily, leaning against the wall, from being strangled and Dean was lifting himself up painfully. They both looked at her in shock, seeing her standing there, panting and trying to catch her own breath, with a look of fire and anger in her eyes whilst she dropped the Djinn's bloodied heart.

To their knowledge, whatever she went through during her 'wish', clearly affected her more than they had assumed.

"Let's go." She breathed out, clutching her empty stomach. When she held her stomach, the fire in her eyes washed away and the warmth was replaced with pain as she turned around.

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Saron sat in her usual spot in the hotel room with her legs propped up on the table and she flicked through an old magazine from a drawer. On one of the pages was a model, who had ginger hair and green eyes - the woman was Lisa, her 'best friend' in her Djinn-fantasy.