HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Sixty nine.

Season 4. Episode 1.

Lazarus Rising.

Sierra stared at the grave. Dean Winchester's grave. It was her first time visiting him, and probably her last. She didn't go to his funeral. She was terrified that Sam or Bobby would stake her. Plus, she assumed they wouldn't want her there anyway. She couldn't stop thinking about Dean's screams, which haunted her every time she slept. Also Sam's yelling as he told her to leave.

It broke her heart knowing she's now lost both brothers.

She had so much to say, but didn't know where to start about Dean Winchester. She probably didn't know him as much as his own brother or Bobby, but she couldn't help but pick up on the little things that made Dean, himself.

Sierra knew if anyone touched the Impala, his baby, then he'd go crazy. He loved his rock and metal CDs, mainly because they annoyed Sam and Sierra with how loud it was.

He loved drinking beer in front of the TV to watch the game after a long hunt. He adored the red streaks in Sierra's hair and often couldn't help but twirl them. He had a special spot for the greasy burgers and fries in the diners. He hated sharing his food, but most of the time he'd be offering her a bite, despite knowing she doesn't eat anyway. He was happy when she accepted for him.

He felt strong to have a girlfriend like Sierra. He didn't care that their hunter and hellhound love was forbidden.

But as he was trapped down in Hell, covered in chains and his own blood, he regretted not telling Sierra he loved her.

Sierra was quiet. For so fucking long. Her claws dug into her palm again. No more gloves. "I'm so sorry, Dean. This is all my fault. I've ruined everything. I broke your promise."

A tear started to streak down her face as she looked at the grave, she wiped it away harshly, "I said I'd find a way to save you, and that I wouldn't go down without a fight... but apparently it was me who'd send you down there, the whole time."

Her voice broke, more tears falling, "And I said I'd look after S-Sam... but I can't... I don't know where he is or what to do. I'm scared, Dean. You gave me a purpose that day we met. Seems like we went in a circle, huh? First day we met we fought, and on the last..."

She didn't want to finish her sentence, her voice going hoarse again, "I'm not going to let you die for nothing. It should be me down there, not you. You're not a monster, you don't deserve it!" Sierra snapped, stopping to look at the bracelet he made her on Christmas a few months ago.

Yet again, Sierra fell into a deafening silence. All the happy memories she'd shared in the past nearly two years had been with Dean and Sam. Now both of them are gone. One was down below, the other was somewhere else, making her believe he hated her guts.

Sierra stepped closer, bending down until her knees hit the dirt that covered Dean's body. "I'll never forget you. I promise." She slid off the delicate bracelet, hanging it over the tip of the cross.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch. For you." She seethed, her fist tightening as she held the wood. "And I hope... I hope when you think of me you don't see me as a monster too... please."

Sierra sniffled as she cried silently, her hand leaving the wood as she stood up and stepped away. She hated feeling like this. She couldn't live with a feeling like this. Not without the Winchesters. What was her purpose now?

A figure walked up behind her, "Are you ready?" A rumble of thunder followed after his voice. Sierra didn't tense, she turned around with dark eyes, facing Anthony again.