HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty three.

Season 3. Episode 15.

Time Is on My Side.

The demon screamed loudly as Dean threw Holy Water on him. The demon thrashed from side to side, his faze sizzling violently. Sierra ignored the pit in her stomach and the goosebumps on her arms from how close the demon and holy water was to her.

"You ready to talk?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything!" The demon screamed.

"Oh, you hear that, Sam, Sierra? He doesn't know anything."

Sam smirked, nodding, "Yeah, I heard."

Sierra growled under her breath, "Loud and clear."

The demon glared with a groan, "I'm telling you the truth."

"Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you." Dean forced holy water into the Demon's mouth. "I'm gonna ask you one last time... Who holds my contract?!"

The Demon went quiet, his head hanging. When he looked up, his eyes were black and he was smiling. "Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over."

"Aren't you funny?" Sierra dryly remarked, slipping her red leather gloves off slowly and putting them in her pockets.

The demon glared at Sierra, eyeing her up. Dean wanted to throw more holy water on him just for looking at her. He leaned close to the demon, "I want a name. Or else..."

"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack." The demon snapped, "Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket." The demon darkly smiled at the three.

"Oh please, I'll show you more than a fleabite." Sierra snarled, grabbing the demon's face and digging her claws into his cheeks. "Who is it?"

The demon groaned in pain as she dug her claws and burnt his face, but his groans turned into laughter. "You would know if you weren't such a traitor. Well, after all, you're just a silly dog who couldn't follow orders-"

Sierra's patience snapped thin, she roared at the demon, her eyes glowing orange. She raised her clawed hand, slicing the demon's face. He cried in pain at how the cut sizzled, the sliced flesh melting slightly as it went from the top of his right brow, past his eye and down to his jaw.

"You bitch!" The demon seethed. Sierra went to lash out at the demon, Sam held her back, putting his arm around her stomach and pulling her away before she got herself trapped in the Devil's Trap.

Dean just stared the demon down, then looked at Sam. The younger Winchester put Sierra down, letting her out of his grip and walking away with a frustrated growl. Sam then started to recite an exorcism.

"How does that feel? Does that feel good?" Dean yelled, staring at the demon's bloodied face.

"Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you... with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester."

Sam glanced at Dean, seeing if he should continue, "Should I?"

"Do it!" Sierra roared, her eyes orange and claws sharpening.

Dean darkly looked at the demon, stepping back, "Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else." Sam continued the exorcism, causing the demon to scream.

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Sierra finished burying the body. She offered to do it since she got riled up and wanted to blow off some steam. She walked back into the cabin, her leather jacket draped over her shoulder, and she saw that Sam just ended a phone call.