Hope

Part 1

"I'm late, I'm late." I say rushing through the crowd. I enter through the building's front doors and run to the elevators. I continuously push the button until it opens with a ding.

"Ah!" I say and speed walk myself in. I tap my foot, impatiently waiting. I feel my chest drop as the elevator stops and the doors open. A series of phone calls and voices greets me. Crowds of people rush all around the floor, I speed walk to my tiny office.

"You're late!" Says my best friend Lidia.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I promise while setting down my bags and pulling out my chair.

"That's what you said the last five times you were late." She points out.

I sit in my chair and log onto the computer, nodding my head yes.

"It was another one." I say in a thick voice, the atmosphere between us changing. I blink my eyes to keep the tear from coming.

"Aw Hope. Do you want to talk about it?" Lidia comforts.

Without confirming I tell her the dream. "He was convulsing on the floor from pain. The lady had done something to him. And I had to watch him through a glass window that separated us. He was screaming my name the whole time though, even when he had the choice to beg her to stop. I don't know but I had a feeling he was more worried about me rather than himself." I inform her, my voice cracked and thick, but I refrained from shedding tears.

"Hmm" is all she did.

Later on after work-

I walk down the sidewalk to Starbucks after work. I open the door and get in line. When my turn came I ordered a mocha-frappecino extra blended. I go to the outside deck and sit down at an empty seat. I grab my computer from my bag and set it down on the table. Taking sips of my coffee as I catch up on work.

Dean's P.O.V.

She's here! I just smelt her. I could never miss her scent of cinnamon. I have been searching for centuries among centuries for my beloved Hope. I follow the smell of cinnamon which eventually mixes with coffee. I wrinkle my nose as it gives me a headache. despite that, I put all of my power into locating her. I wall around the building to a deck.

I froze, my heart pounding in my ears. Nothing but happiness and love fills me whole. Her blonde hair quietly flowing in the wind. Her bright brown eyes sparkling with concentration. Her petite body exactly how I always remembered it.

Without wasting anymore time, I run as fast as I can to her. Tears of joy and sadness flow from my face. I fall onto my knees and hug her as she sits in her chair. I squeeze her so tight but not enough to hurt her.

I rub my face onto her stomach and cry, "Hope, oh Hope. Hope. I love you so much! Hope. I finally found you! I found you. It's truly you." My tears become stronger as I hang onto dear life for her.

A surprised gasp catches my attention. I want to hold her so bad that I pull her out of her chair and onto my lap. I wrap my whole body around her and rock us on the floor. A whole new set of tears comes rushes from eyes. Just holding her fills me with happiness.

"Dean?" She breathes.

I pull away from her stomach to look into her eyes. Hope's beautiful bright brown eyes.