HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty six.

Season 3. Episode 16.

No Rest for the Wicked.

A low growling sound echoed through the woods, coming from the back of Sierra's throat. Her eyes were bright orange, her jaw open threateningly to show off her sharp fangs, a drip of saliva dripped down her chin.

She was different. But it was familiar. She was a full Hellhound. Animalistic. A monster.

She was after something... someone. 

But why? Why her? And why now? But most of all, who was she hunting?

Someone ran through the trees, a familiar figure with a shocked expression. It was Dean, looking all disheveled after frantically trekking through the woods away from her. But there she was. In the flesh.

"Sierra... please..." Dean whispered beggingly, taking a step back and pressed himself against a tree. The Hellhound stalked forwards as if she didn't hear him. "C'mon, please... you can fight this. I know you."

The Hellhound let out a large roar and terrifying bark, lunging forward. Dean spun on his heel after standing for a few beats, running back the way he came from. The Hellhound was close on his trail, showing her fangs and deadly claws.

Suddenly, the creature managed to trip him, getting him down on the ground. Dean let out a blood hurling scream, blood splattering on his face as the Hellhound dug its claws in him.

Sierra growled again, her vision covered in red, whilst her consciousness screamed at her to wake up and stop it.

Until everything went black. Soon enough, Sierra gasped, sitting up from the sofa she fell asleep on. She ran her clawed hand through her hair, panting. Then she removed her hand and stared at her claws until they went back to normal.

She looked over at the table where Dean was, he was asleep in some books. He was twitching like crazy, groaning under his breath until he also woke up in a panic. Almost as if they had a similar dream, but in Dean's dream Sierra wasn't in it.

He looked around with wide eyes, until he landed on Sierra and he relaxed. Sierra started breathing normally, looking at him concerningly, "You alright?"

"Yeah... yeah." Dean nodded, blinking a few times as he stared at the book he had fallen asleep on. "Just a bad dream."

Sierra was silent for a moment, slowly standing up and walking over to him. "Nightmare again?" She muttered, and the low expression on his face gave her the answer of 'yes'. 

She glanced at the book, it had a picture of a Hellhound, which had a face made out of human bodies. Her face dropped a bit, obviously in their true form she didn't look like that, but they're not the prettiest things ever. Dean noticed, closing the book and moving it to the side.

"You don't need to read all these, you know? I'm literally a walking encyclopedia about Hellhounds." Sierra then added, trying to lighten him up.

Dean just quietly chuckled for a second, looking down whilst Sierra sat. "Yeah, well, didn't dig up anything you haven't already told us anyway."

Then, Sam walked in before the pair could say anymore. "Hey, guys. Bobby finally found something!"

Dean perked up, his brows raising, "Yeah?"