HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty four.

Saron felt different. Completely different. Her mind was foggy, as if someone was making decisions for her. She couldn't say the things she wanted to say, instead it came out completely different as well. The pain in her head eventually wore off and her blurry vision disappeared.

Now, she was standing at the edge of the woods, looking towards a certain bar in the middle of nowhere. A glowing neon sign read 'Harvelle's Roadhouse' above it. There were some people outside, finishing their drinks and leaving, but there were some other people inside.

Saron tilted her head slightly, narrowing her dark orange eyes at the building. She felt rage fuel her veins at the sight of hunters in there - but why?

Yellow-Eyes was standing next to her, a grin on his face as he admired her new complexion. She wasn't just Saron anymore. She was part of Him once again.

"I need you to do a quick job for me before we get to the official work." Yellow-Eyes spoke up, his hands clasped behind his back as they watched the bar from afar. He then darkly looked at Saron, who was silent and obedient. "Get rid of them."

Saron smirked at his order, glancing at him for a moment and then headed to the building. Some of the male hunters who were leaning against the beams glanced at her, some checking her out, but eventually kept talking and drinking as if nothing was wrong until they left for the night.

As if she weren't a Hellhound under a demon's control again about to kill them all.

She changed her eyes back to normal so no one suspected anything, walking to the bar and leaning her arms on the sticky side. A middle-aged, long-ish, dark haired man approached after a couple minutes, throwing a rag over his shoulder and smiling.

"Evenin' sweetheart." The man greeted - Saron assumed he worked here. "I don't think I've seen you 'round here before."

Saron grinned at the man, "I'm just passing through. Business."

"Sounds important." The man nodded, making small talk. "What can I get ya'?"

"Just a whiskey for now." Saron replied, sliding a note towards him on the bar. The man nodded, taking the money from her and fetching Saron her drink with a chuckle.

"Must be tough business if you're comin' to a place like this just for a whiskey." The man then pointed out, his arm on the bar as he spoke. "But hey, I like a woman who can really drink. Better than these guys at least." He then nodded to the few hunters in the corner of the bar, playing pool and shouting rowdily.

Saron hummed, shooting her drink in one, letting the sharp and bitter taste run down her throat. This time she didn't let herself feel guilty about the ugly substance being inside her like she used to. She could drink herself silly if she wanted to right now. No one was here to stop her, and she wasn't going to stop herself.

She had given up and only partially hated herself for it.

"Running this joint on your own?" Saron questioned calmly after chugging her drink, placing her glass down. 

The man just shrugged lightly, "I don't own this place, just help n' all. Ellen, the woman who runs this place is grabbin' pretzels, can ya' believe it?" He chuckled, "Anyway, the name's Ash."

Ash - that sounded familiar. As much as Saron wanted to try to remember, Yellow-Eye's control over her wouldn't allow her too.

"Nice to meet you, Ash. Thanks for the drink, but I can't stay long." Saron nodded at him, sliding off her bar stool

"Pity, but have a good night." Ash waved her off, taking the rag off his shoulder and beginning to get back to work for once.

Saron's beady eyes scanned over the place, looking at all the hunters in the bar. Suddenly, she bumped into a random man, who spilt a drink on her by accidently.