HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Eighty.

Sierra was sat on the sofa next to Dean, who was watching TV and nervously itching his scab. She growled under her breath, grabbing his hand to make him stop, but she didn't let go.

"You're actually driving me crazy by doing that." Sierra directed to him, but kept her eyes on the TV and her hand in Dean's. He felt warm with her hands intertwined with his again.

Her phone then started ringing, she was about to let go of Dean's hand to reach for it, but Dean squeezed her hand. Sierra caught on, using her other hand to grab her phone and hold it to her ear.

"Sam? Hey."

"Hey! You guys alright? How's Dean holding up?" Sam asked down the line.

She briefly glanced at Dean, who was still nervous, yet holding it together for now despite his hallucinations, "He's... holding up. Is Bobby with you yet?"

"Yeah, yeah he is." Sam replied, followed by Bobby's familiar gruff voice in the background. "Just... stay with Dean, okay? He'll be fine. We have a plan."

"You need help?" Sierra worriedly asked.

"No, no, we'll be fine." Sam reassured, Bobby scoffed quietly as he knew the plan was bad, but he didn't want Sierra to hear over the phone, "Get him to hang in there."

"Alright, keep me updated though. Stay safe, Samson."

"You too, Sari." Sam then ended the call, Sierra tucked her phone back in her pocket and she looked at Dean, who was practically sweating with nerves.

"I know what'll cheer you up." She smirked, sitting up a bit. He turned to her, blinking furiously to pay attention. "Pie."

His eyes lit up a bit and he grinned, "Pie?!"

"Pie." She repeated and stood up, grabbing the motel room keys. "Vamos."

"I think it's best if I stay here..." Dean trailed off, leaning back into the chair. "If I see all the pie in those glass cabinets, that will definitely give me a heart attack from excitement."

Sierra snickered and shook her head, unlocking the door, "Won't be long. Call me if you want anything else."

Dean managed to muster up a smile, watching her walk out the door, "Sierra?" He croaked out, his hands messing with each other. She hummed and faced him again with a curious look. "Y'know after all this is over... can we, um... can we talk?"

Sierra froze for a moment, instantly thinking back to their argument the other week and the things they said. She quickly shook her surprised expression away, shakily nodding with a small smile, "Yeah... of course. I'll, uh, be back soon." Then she quickly left.

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Later...

Sierra had bought the pie and was walking back to the motel room with the bag in her hand. She went the quickest route down an alleyway, thinking everything was fine. Until someone grabbed her from behind, yanking her black hair and pushing her against the brick wall. They clasped their hand over her mouth and pinned her hands above her head so she couldn't scratch them.

"Shhhh..." Anthony hushed, his eyes black for a moment before returning to normal. Sierra groaned against his hand, moving her head to the side to get his hand off her face. "Nice to see you again, Sia. You've been hard to find lately."

He eventually let go over her, stepping back. His hand had left black marks around her wrists, so she pulled her sleeves down with a scowl. "What are you doing here?" She then looked down at her feet and picked the bag up again, "Made me drop my damn pie."