HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty four.

Sam placed a map on one of the beds, pointing at the red circles around some cabins, "So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years."

"So what the hell are we waiting for?" Dean stood up, then looked at the table where his ringing phone was. Sierra frowned, watching him answer it. "Bobby. ...I'm listening. ...Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer? ...And now? ...And he thinks it's Bela? ...She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move, isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends. ...Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way."

Dean ended the call, glancing at Sam and Sierra, "Come on. We're going after Bela."

"Bela?" Sierra's brows raised in surprise, standing up with Sam.

"What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second."

Dean didn't waste any time, grabbing his duffle, "Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking."

"Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case." Sam stated, not moving.

"You insane?" Dean raised a brow.

"Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt! That was months ago!" Sam exclaimed, "She probably sold it the second she got it."

"Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win." Dean shrugged, turning around to grab his stuff.

"Dean, Sam's right..." Sierra trailed off. "The woman's a thief and conning bitch, I doubt she still has it-"

Dean turned around, cutting her off, "Sierra! We're going!"

Sam stepped forwards in front of her, "No!"

"Why the hell not?"

"Dean, this, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you." 

"What? Chasing some Frankenstein?" Dean scoffed.

"Chasing immortality." Sam breathed out, watching how Dean stared at him, startled. Sierra also looked a bit taken aback, "Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you."

Dean frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"Sam, that's crazy." Sierra added, "Killing innocent people? That's not you or Dean-"

Sam shot his head to Sierra, gesturing to Dean, "Dean has to die before he goes to hell, right? So, if he can never die, then-"

Dean held his hand, stopping him as he walked forwards, "Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Doc Benton from the jump?"

Sam paused, "No." Dean just stared at Sam, tilting his head in a question. "Look, I was hoping."

"So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me?" Dean quipped angrily, "Lying to Sierra?"

"I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean." Sam admitted, trying to sound convincing, "All I'm trying to do is find an answer here."

"Immortality isn't worth it." Sierra bluntly replied, Sam frowned at her statement. "You wouldn't understand."

"What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No." Dean ranted, "You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him."

"I was just trying to help-"

"You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what, living forever is welching." Dean yelled, Sierra silently agreed.

"Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too!"

"Sam, don't be ridiculous!" Sierra shouted over him, "Think about what you're saying!"