HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty five.

Saron stood outside the salt-lined house, watching Yellow-Eyes walk out with Sam warily following behind. Yellow-Eyes kept walking forward, tauntingly asking, "You're awfully quiet, Sam. You're not mad at me, are you?"

Sam angrily looked at the back of his head, "I'm gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to-"

Yellow-Eyes cut him off with a chuckle, "When you wake up, tiger, you give it your best shot."

Sam glared at him, then noticed how they were walking over to Saron, "Where's my brother? What have you done to Saron?"

"Quit worrying about Dean. I'd worry more about yourself." Yellow-Eyes ignored, Sam stopped in his tracks. The demon walked around Saron, who was still and waiting, then patted her shoulders, "And Saron? She's perfectly fine as you can tell."

"Get out of her head. And get out of mine too!" Sam raised his voice, causing Yellow-Eyes to tut.

"Can't do that, I'm afraid. Not yet, anyway." He replied, removing his hands from Saron's still form, who was just watching the two. "I'm trying to help you. That's why we're talking. You're the one I'm rooting for."

Sam furrowed his brows, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Welcome to the Miss America pageant." Yellow-Eyes dramatically lifted his hands up, "Why do you think you're here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive. Saron, here, is just making sure no one tries to... bypass the rules."

Saron's lips tugged upwards, even when she didn't want them too, "I bet you're going to be first place, so don't worry too much."

Sam was still confused, looking between the two demons. He hid a pitiful glance at the demon he was learning to trust, but glared at the one who ruined his life. "I thought we were supposed to be-"

"Soldiers in a coming war?" Yellow-Eyes guessed correctly, "That's true. You are. But here's the thing: I don't need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one."

"Why?"

"Well, I couldn't just come out and say that, could I, Sam?" The demon sarcastically replied, "Just like I couldn't tell Saron her true intentions back when I first created her. I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need... is a leader and his second-in-command." He then grinned, looking at Saron for a moment.

"To lead who?"

"An army of course." Saron spoke up, her eyes orange once again.

Sam continued to stare at Yellow-Eyes with a grimace, "You son of a bitch."

"Honestly, I'm surprised you hadn't guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy's brother, what's-his-name? They weren't strong enough. I'm looking for the best and brightest of your generation." Yellow-Eyes continued, "I knew that once I had my Hellhound... everything would be up from there."

'I'm not your Hellhound.' Saron started to think - her first original thought in a while...

"My generation?" Sam queried.

"Well, there's other generations, but let's just worry about yours. That's why I'm here, Sam. I wanna give you the inside track."

"You're tough. You're smart." Saron listed off, folding her arms to relieve the strange pressure in her chest, "Well-trained thanks to that daddy of yours."

"You, Sam- Sammy - you're my favourite. Just like Saron was when I first saw her." Yellow-Eyes grinned again. Saron's brows furrowed for a split second - 'Did he try to make more Hellhounds back when they first met?'