HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty seven.

The trio were sitting in the Impala, about to start their journey on hunting down Lilith. Dean tried to start up the car, but it wouldn't start up. They all looked a bit worried. Suddenly, Bobby showed up outside Dean's door, scaring the boys with his sudden appearance, but causing Sierra to chuckle since she heard him coming.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Dean looked at him and the distributor cap he held in his hand. After a moment, the three of them got out of the Impala and walked up to Bobby, who's not looking happy. But then neither was Dean.

"We got the knife." Dean told him, gesturing to Sierra, who pulled it out of her waistband. She felt more comfortable holding the only demon-killing weapon, considering it would most likely kill her too, but she didn't know for sure.

Bobby raised a brow, "And you intend to use it without me. Do I look like a ditchable prom-date to you?"

Sam stood between Dean and Sierra, his head shaking, "No, Bobby. Of course not."

"This is about me... Sierra and Sam. Ok? This isn't your fight." Dean added seriously, but Bobby seemed furious by those words.

"The hell it isn't!" Bobby marched forwards, causing Dean to look at him taken aback. "Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me. You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?"

Sam looked at him, a bit confused by this. He looked over at Dean, who turned to look at him, tilting his head one time and then turned back to Bobby. Dean ignored Sierra's knowing glance since she's always been checking up on him about it.

"How'd you know?" Dean questioned.

"Because that's what happens when you've got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart." Bobby rolled his eyes, then glanced at Sierra, "Am I right? Or am I right, hound?"

"The hallucinations? Yep." Sierra nodded, Bobby smiled with satisfaction. "Being smart? Ehhh.." She joked, Bobby's face dropped for a moment, but he knew she was only joking.

"You keep tight on that knife." He grumbled, then turned to Dean and handed him the distributor cap. "I'll follow." He eventually walked away to his own car whilst Dean got ready to put the part back together. "Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes either."

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Eventually, they were on the road down to Indiana. Dean was driving like usual, Sam in the passenger and Sierra in the back middle seat.

"Hey, guys?" Sam spoke up to break the silence. Dean and Sierra glanced to him curiously. "You know if this doesn't uh... this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"

"No, no, no, no-" Dean cut him off, shaking his head.

"No what?" Sam raised a brow, Dean looked over at him whilst Sierra leaned forwards.

"No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay? Neither of you." Dean warned, also glancing at Sierra, who held her hands up in defence, "And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward." Sam just continued to look out the window, until Dean reached the radio, "You know what I do want?"

Dean pressed the radio station, starting up with Bon Jovi's 'Wanted Dead or Alive'. Sam looked puzzled, whereas Sierra was amused. "Bon Jovi!"

"You like Bon Jovi?" Sam grinned, turning around to her. "Since when?"

"Since I forced her into it." Dean chuckled, "Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion."

"What happened to classical music?" Sam teased Sierra, who swatted his arm from behind.