HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Seventy one.

Sierra was lazily drawled in bed with Dean, his arm wrapped around her waist as if he didn't want to let go. He head was on her chest and Sierra listened to the softness of his breathing. He was peacefully asleep, for once. Every time he closed his eyes, he got a glimpse of Hell. But right now, nothing.

She admired the brand on his bare bicep, tracing it gently with her fingers. She felt the goosebumps rise on his body as she lightly touched him. She had missed being this close to him, his shirtless torso pressed against her clothed one.

Sierra then moved her head to the side when she heard some rustling outside their room. At first she shrugged it off, but she heard it again. Then she sat up carefully in realisation of who it was. She gently placed Dean's head on the pillows, then pulling his arm off her waist and she slid out of the bed.

She bent down, grabbing her normal clothes and shoes since she was only wearing shorts and a tank top. Whilst changing on the edge of the bed, a figure appeared in front of her.

"Hello, Sia."

She jolted a bit, gasping as she looked up. She then growled under her breath, slowly shaking her head. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"My mistake." Anthony sarcastically replied, tilting his head. His eyes scanned her nearly bare appearance and then flickered over to Dean's upper body. "Nice night?" He raised his brow presumably.

Sierra scoffed at his assumption, pulling her boots on and standing up. "You still could've come at a better time."

Anthony rolled his eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were in the middle of having a session with your boytoy."

"We weren't in the middle of a session. Plus, he's just come out of Hell for crying out loud." Sierra seethed under her breath, not wanting to wake Dean. "Cut me some slack."

"Slack?" Anthony glared, stepping closer. "Did Lilith cut you slack when she forced you to turn? Did those demons cut you some slack when we first started on your powers?"

She looked down for a moment, her hands nervously clenching and her claws digging into her palms again. "No." She whispered.

"Exactly." He stated quietly, lifting his head up. "Besides, I've done you a favor anyway. Kind of."

Sierra raised a brow, "What have you done?"

"I assume Dean's told you about the demons he and Sam found in the diner earlier, whilst you were the old man and blind woman." Anthony began, Sierra nodded and he continued, "Turns out they're the demons we've been after for the past few days. So, I did you a favor and captured one."

"How'd you manage that?" Sierra skeptically quipped.

Anthony smirked, stepping closer and raising his hand slightly. Some electricity bounced around his fingers. "I have my ways. Now come on. Kill two birds with one stone. Ask about Lilith and about that thing you tried to summon earlier with that blind one."

"Fine." She huffed, following him out the door, but then she paused and glanced back at Dean. "Wait, give me a second."

Sierra walked over to the bedside table closest to Dean, writing a small note on some paper. 'Gone out to clear my head. I didn't want to wake you.' She quickly scribbled, but paused as she re-read it. She added a small heart next to it before folding it up and laying it on the table.

"Oh yeah, the heart. Don't forget the heart." Anthony sarcastically mused from the doorway. "Perhaps add a kiss on the end? He'll love that."

Sierra rolled her eyes, "Oh eat me." She hushedly spat, putting the pen in her pocket and strolling past him. "Wait, no... that's Dean's job, not yours." She smirked to herself, ignoring Anthony's glare. "Shall we?"