HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fifty eight.

Ruby soon left after she heard Dean's idea. But everyone else was set. They got into position, Sierra stood behind Dean as he broke the salt line and Devil's Traps protecting the doors because she couldn't touch or move past it herself.

"Let's do this!" Dean yelled down the hall, and soon enough demons started charging in.

Sierra roared at them, extending her claws and fangs and her eyes turned orange. A demon charged at her, yelling loudly. Dean shot her in the chest and she fell to the floor.

More started to flood in, Dean shot them and Sierra clawed at their arms, but shot them using her weapon so she didn't kill the host. The pair stepped back as more ran inside, eventually they came back to back with Henriksen, who also rapidly fired his shotgun without mercy.

She saw some demons coming out of an office where another Devil's Trap had been broken. She growled and ran over to them, jumping and pouncing on them. Sierra roared loudly, grabbing one by the throat and holding them against the wall and she shot the other. The demon fell to the ground, Sierra dropped the other demon she had by the throat, it weakly slid down the wall and gasped for air. Sierra just lifted her gun to the side and shot it.

She then looked up and glanced through the window of the door, seeing another demon inside. She didn't see its face as she slammed open the door with a growl.

But she paused when she recognised who it was.

Anthony.

"Hello, Sia." He smirked, taking in her appearance, "Did you have a nice Christmas?"

She snarled, stepping closer, "What are you doing here?!"

"I came to see what all the fuss was about." Anthony raised his hands, still smirking. "How's the fighting coming along? You been burning demons?"

"I only do that when necessary. Usually it kills the humans."

He rolled his eyes, "Oh now you care about humans now that you're dating one again."

Sierra scoffed, "Jealous?"

"No." He quickly spat, his smirk dropping and he lifted up his head, "Just admiring how stubborn you are. If you had more training you could exorcise demons with your bare hands and the host would be fine. You are a Hellhound, remember?"

"I'll just whip out the Hellhound rule book from my ass then shall I?"

"Oh Sia, enough with the insults." Anthony stepped closer, the lights flickering above him with each step. "You know I'm right. Just let me help you." He whispered the last part.

He lifted his hand up to her cheek, she grabbed his wrist and burnt it, causing her eyes to glow orange, "I don't want your help."

"But you need it." Anthony chuckled, merely amused at her attempts to wound him. He then tilted his head darkly, "It's those boys holding you back. You gotta let them go if you want to see your true potential... Well, not long now until that boyfriend of yours gets dragged down-"

Sierra roared, shoving him back into some filing cabinets, "Shut up!"

He groaned and lifted himself up, brushing himself off with a laugh, "See, that's the Sia I wanna see. The powerful one. The angry one." His voice got lower, "The fiery one."

"Just get outta here before I kill you." She spat, stepping closer to him and pushing his chest back.

"As you wish. I like to watch from afar anyway." Anthony stepped back, looking at her figure again. His eyes landed on her wrist where her bracelet was. His eyes flickered for a moment, a wave of emotion covering his face as he recognised the comparison. But Anthony quickly masked it, glancing up. "I'll see you soon."