HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty three.

Season 2. Episode 21.

All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One.

The car came to a stop outside a small cafe near the woods, the neon sign outside saying that it was still open.

Dean turned the main engine off, but left the music playing as Sam started to get out of the car, "Hey, don't forget the extra onions."

Sam furrowed his brows, "Dude, we're the ones who have to sit in the car with your extra onions."

Saron snickered as Sam got out of the car and shut the door, sliding across the backseat and also getting out too.

Dean turned his head at her curiously, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom. Hellhounds piss too y'know?" She replied, swinging her legs out the car and Dean called for her again.

"Get me extra onions!" She gave him 'a look'. "For me? Please?"

She chuckled under her breath, lightly shaking her head, "I'll see what I can do. But you really need to work on your puppy dog eyes, y'know."

"Care to share any tips, puppy?" He winked, smirking.

She hummed in amusement, "More like ask your brother." She laughed, shutting the door and eventually catching up to Sam. He opened the cafe door, letting her inside first before following and going inside too.

"Sure you don't want anything Saron?" Sam asked, walking up to the counter.

"No, I'll be alright. Gracias." She smiled shortly, heading to the bathroom and locking the door.

Like any normal person does, Saron did her business and washed her hands, but then the light above her started to flicker. At first she ignored it, the place was in the middle of nowhere really so it was sort of expected. Then the flickering got faster and faster until the bulb popped.

The bulb shattered, glass falling to the floor and Saron brushed a few pieces off her shoulder.

Scrunching up her face as she looked at the ceiling, she muttered, "Shitty place." She reached for the door handle after unlocking it, trying to pull it open, but the door wouldn't budge.

She rattled the handle a bit more, assuming it was wedged, yet it still wouldn't move. It felt like something was on the other side of it. With a slight groan, she bashed on the door and yelled through it, "Samson, this isn't funny! Open the door."

A sudden whistling of wind was heard on the other side of the door. Saron pressed her ear against the door, trying to listen. More glass shattered and a bang was heard, followed by muffled noises that suddenly went silent.

"Sam?" Saron asked through the door, trying to move the handle, which became unstuck as if it was never broken. Something was wrong.

She pushed open the door slowly, peeking through the gap to see the main cafe area that was all broken inside. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she opened the door all the way to see blood over the floors from the dead workers, glass scattered on the counter and the back door open randomly with a white substance nearby.

Saron's brows raised, inhaling the scent of the substance and recognising it as sulfur.

"Mierda." She harshly whispered, about to rush to the backdoor. "Sam-!"