HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty.

Sierra stood next to Spruce, watching Ed and Harry weakly fight each other after Ed found him and his sister making out. She chuckled, looking up at the guy with the camera, "I hope you're getting this."

"Don't worry, I definitely am."

Dean then marched in the room, splitting up the fight, "What the fuck are you doing?! Cut it out! We're down by two people." Sierra and Spruce silently sighed now the awful fight was over. "Sam! Sammy!"

"Samson?!" Sierra called out as well, following Dean down the hallways.

"Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay? He was -- he was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the hell are we looking for?!" Dean ranted to her, walking side by side.

"Horrible life." Sierra replied, "Lonely..."

"Yeah, a lonely life...A cold war life." Dean nodded, repeating her words. He then had a moment of realisation and started walking faster, "He was scared. He was scared... he was scared."

"Scared of what? What?" Harry asked, but he didn't answer. They chased after him, "Dean, where are you going?"

Sierra raced after him, heading down the stairs and there was a door. "A bunker?"

"Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really scared of the Russkies -- they built bomb shelters. I'm guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement." Dean explained, Sierra nodded in understanding and helped him pull open the stiff door.

Dean walked in first, Sierra and Spruce following him with the light and camera. But before the rest could follow, the door slammed shut, cutting them off from Harry, Ed and Maggie.

"Um, who closed the door?" Spruce nervously asked, Sierra went up to the door and tried to pry it open.

"It did." Dean referred to the angry spirit, "It wants to separate us."

Sierra banged on the door, "Ed? You still hear us?"

"Yeah!" He yelled back, Dean headed back up the basement stairs to talk to the man.

"There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside."

There was a long pause, then Ed stupidly asked, "Inside your duffel bag?"

Sierra snickered, holding her laugh as Dean scowled, "In the salt, you idiots!"

"Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah." Ed eagerly replied, then the sound of their scuffling could be heard as they ran back to the main room. Dean, Sierra and Spruce descended down the creaky, basement stairs.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Spruce spoke to Dean whilst Sierra wandered around the room, looking for some sort of secret door or clue to where Sam and Corbett could be.

Dean narrowed his eyes at him whilst also searching, Spruce just stood there filming, "What?"

"Earlier, you, Sierra and Sam- he said you had two months left?"

Sierra stayed quiet, feeling an empty pit in her stomach. Dean dryly swallowed but kept up his stoic persona, "Yeah, it's complicated. A while ago, Sam..." He was about the briefly explain, but then stopped and glared at the camera, "No. No. No. I'm not gonna whine about my bullshit problems to some bullshit reality show. I'm gonna do my fucking job."

Sierra went over to a cabinet that appeared to have something behind it. She turned around to Dean to get his attention, but Spruce stupidly asked, "Is it cancer?"

Dean scowled, "Shut up. You hear that?"

Sierra heard music coming from behind the cabinet, "Music... it's coming from behind here." She glanced at Dean, who finally approached. They both pushed the cabinet away from the wall with ease.