HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Thirty.

Season 3. Episode 2.

The Kids Are Alright.

Sierra and Sam sat next to each other at a table in a generic diner. In front of them was his laptop, which was trying to translate multiple demon rituals that Sierra had heard of, but couldn't directly translate herself. Sam was talking to Bobby on his phone.

Whilst the laptop was loading, Sierra was sipping some 'water' from a clear plastic bottle. 

Okay, it wasn't water... maybe something else- but hey, she says she deserves it.

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual. Even Sierra's heard of this one." Sam asked the other hunter, rubbing his forehead as he watched the laptop slowly translate. Dean then tapped on the front window outside, catching their attention as he waves a newspaper at them and then disappears around the corner. 

"Well, maybe I got the translation wrong or something?" Sierra suggested, tapping her nails on the wooden table and hugging the bottle close to her chest, but she knew that she didn't.

Sam continued talking to Bobby on the phone, "Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we-" He then paused as his Bobby spoke over him, "Well, there's got to be something that w-" Dean then approached the table, Sierra frantically kicked Sam under the table and the younger brother eventually hung up just in time whilst Sierra slammed the laptop shut.

Dean pulled up a chair opposite them, both of them smiling as if they weren't doing anything. "Hey. Who was that?"

"Ah, I was just ordering pizza." Sam quickly lied, badly.

Sierra hid a frown at the bad lie, whilst Dean obliviously looked around the building they were in, "Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?"

Sam nodded, forcing his lips into a straight line, "Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I... just felt like pizza, you know? And Sierra's never tried cheese fries." He nudged her under the table and she nodded.

"Yep. Apparently they're really good." She gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes at Sam's tight-lipped expression that was reeking with insincerity. 

Dean lightly chuckled as he sat down, "O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirdertons." He then cleared his throat, chucking a newspaper in front of them, "So, I think I got something."

"What is it?" Sierra asked, pulling the paper closer to her and Sam.

"Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw."

Sam raised a brow, reading the section that didn't really have any links to any demon activity, "And? What, that's it? One power saw?"

"Well... yeah."

"And you think it's... a case?" Sierra trailed off, her mouth dropping a little bit in confusion as she and Sam shared a look.

"Well," Dean shrugged, "I don't know. Could be."

Sam shook his head lightly, dropping the paper, "I don't know, Dean. I-I..."

"Alright, there's something better... better in Cicero than just a case." Dean admitted, smirking as he stared at the table. "Lisa Braeden."

Sam sighed, smiling a little, "Should I even ask?"

"A chica." Sierra muttered out, leaning back on her chair and her previous feeling of intriguement faded. Before Dean could send her a confused look, she asked, "You were saying?"

"Well, about eight years ago, Sam and our Dad wrapped up this banshee thing-"

"Yeah, five states, five day-" Sam added as Dean continued explaining to Sierra.