HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty three.

Season 3. Episode 7.

Fresh Blood.

Sam, Dean and Sierra quickly walked through an alley, their flashlights shining around. Sierra led the way as she followed the smell of blood until they found a man lying bleeding, but conscious.

The brothers crouched down next to him, taking a look at the man's bitten neck. "Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?" Sam reassured, whilst Sierra continued to stand and look around.

"Where is she? Where'd she go?!" Dean asked demandingly.

The man gestured vaguely down the alleyway. Sam nodded to Dean and Sierra, basically telling them to go search for the girl whilst he stayed with the injured man. Sierra ran alongside Dean down the dark alley, until they stopped in the middle of another to see no one.

Sierra growled under her breath in annoyance. She couldn't track the vampire's location considering she had never hunted one before, therefore she couldn't recognise the scent.

She then turned around to the sound of Dean grunting a bit since he cut his arm purposefully with the machete. She frowned, watching him hold his bleeding arm up and yell, "Smell that?! Come and get it!"

Suddenly, a young woman emerged from a side alley and stared directly at him. Her chin was covered in blood, her blonde hair was messy and her eyes didn't look human. Sierra went to step forward and tackle her, but Dean held her arm back.

"That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better." Dean lured the vampire over, who approached cautiously. Dean smirked, holding up the machete before dropping it. "Come on! Free lunch!"

The vampire then charged; as she grabbed him to sink her teeth into his neck, Dean whipped out a syringe and plunged it into her neck. She started to convulse and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Dean panted, "Whoo!" He grinned.

Sierra raised a brow, "What a show, huh?" She sarcastically mused, picking up his machete and handing it to him.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it." He winked at her, taking back his weapon before wincing at his wound.

Just then, Sam came running over to them. He looked at the girl on the ground, and then back at Dean with a frown. "Cutting it a little close, don't you think?"

"Ah... that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?" Sam and Sierra shared a concerned look whilst Dean pouted at his arm. "Ow."

"Should've let me do that. At least I can heal." Sierra mused. Dean scowled a bit, dropping his arm.

"Damn, I forgot about that..."

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They held up in a dingy motel room like usual. Sam was tying the girl to the chair whilst Sierra wrapped a bandage around Dean's arm. "You gotta do it so tight?" Dean complained.

"Wow, I've never heard you ever complain about something be tight-"

He cut her off with a faint chuckle, winking at her, "Get your head outta the gutter."

"Do you wanna stop the bleeding or not?" Sierra shot back, tightening it again. before cutting the end off with her claw. "There. Don't be estúpido next time."

"Baby, you love my estúpido-ness." Dean teased with his usual smirk, leaning forwards to capture her lips into a quick kiss before pulling back.