HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Thirty five.

Season 3. Episode 4.

Sin City.

Sierra held the cup full of metal, melting it into bullets whilst Bobby worked on the Colt with Dean. They were looking at diagrams of parts for the weapon for it to be able to properly work as Sam walked through the door, greeting them all.

"Hola Samson." Sierra greeted, placing the cup on the table. Dean looked up at his brother, who was in the other room with a pile of papers.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Might've found some omens in Ohio." Sam briefly explained, gesturing to the pile of papers, "Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop."

"Well, that's thrilling." Dean sarcastically replied, Sam just deadpanned him for a second.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out." Sam continued, walking into the next room and placing his research on the table in front of them. "Might be demonic omens."

"Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker."

Sierra let out a sigh, "Well, what else have we got? Besides, wouldn't hurt since we haven't had anything since Lincoln."

Dean hummed, realising she was right, "Where in Ohio?"

"Elizabethville." Sam answered, "It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt."

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach."

Sam just smiled, "Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." He then looked over at Bobby, who looked tired and bored as he inspected the Colt. "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Be careful, he might bite you." Sierra snickered, the older man just gave her a look before responding.

"Slow."

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." Dean added, leaning back on his chair.

"Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby inhaled sharply.

Sam glanced at him with a smirk, "So what makes it tick?" Bobby looked up at the younger Winchester, not amused in the slightest. Sam just held his hands up in fake defense, but still had an amused grin. "You got any ideas about it, Sierra?"

"I've already asked her. First thing I did." Bobby mused.

"Yeah... he wouldn't stop asking." Sierra muttered in slightly annoyance, remembering back to a few hours ago when Bobby wouldn't stop bombarding her with questions on how to fix the Colt, as he assumed she knew because she was a half-demon.

Dean rose from his seat, moving on from the subject a bit, "So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio..." He took his jacket off the back of his chair with a straight-face, but a teasing tone, "...you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

Sam chuckled and Sierra held her snicker back as she stood up, not exactly in the mood to get shot. Considering she was only half-demon, she questioned whether the Colt would work on her right now or if it needed to be fully complete in order to do its job. Either way, she didn't want to find out.

Bobby stared at Dean incredulously, "Well, it won't kill demons by then," He then aimed the gun at Dean, "but I can promise you it'll kill you."

Dean grinned, putting his jacket on, "Alright, come on, we're wasting the daylight."