Last Hope (Supernatural fanfic)

Chapter Three

"No no no no, ummm... a way out would be nice?... out, out, out", Hope whispered to herself. There was no way she would be able to leave the house without anyone noticing now. Throwing her too big jumper over her underwear, "Come on Hope! Think!", she whispered angrily, turning in frantic circles searching for a way out of the small bathroom. "Yesss", Hope mumbled as she pulled open the small window. It was just big enough for her to fit through, though it was nearly six metres to the ground. She stuffed all her meagre belongings into the bag and pushed it through the window, Hope heard it hit the floor, then she swung her legs out after it, and with a deep breath, Hope let go.

For several seconds she was freefalling, it was just enough time for Hope to marvel at how the cold air ripped at her skin and pulled her hair. Then, she hit the ground. Her legs gave way beneath her and Hope heard her leg snap before she felt it. There wasn't enough time for Hope to scream before her head hit the ground and darkness crashed over her.

She woke up in a dark and creepy room. A vaguely familiar symbol was carved into the ceiling above. The whole room was dark and Hope was about 98% sure it was actually the basement. "Yay, just what I need", she mumbled sarcastically to herself. A closer inspection of the room revealed even more sybols, scratched into the walls, spray painted on the floor, they were everywhere. "Even better! I'm probably going to end up a blood sacrifice!", Hope grumbled.

"Not yet. But if you don't tell us who you are, you might be".

She flinched at the sound. Turns out that was a bad thing. She bit her pale lip to keep from crying out as pain blazed through her leg, and her ribs screamed in protest.

"Hope", she whispered, "I am Hope". Hope coughed feebly and a droplet of blood rolled down her chin. She didn't have the energy to wipe it away and she suspected her collar bone was broken.

"So... Hope? What's your real name?", the owner of the voice was still standing too far away from her for Hope to see him, but she could hear the suspicion in his voice.

"My name's Hope. I promise".

She heard footsteps, "Okay then, Hope," he spat her name out like it was disgusting,"What's your last name?".

"I don't remember", she replied simply. It hurt. Everything hurt and Hope was too tired to fight or lie.

"Dean, she's a little girl and she's in pain. I don't think she's lying", this new voice sounded softer, more caring and she really wished he would help her.

"I'm not little", Hope managed to croak, before unconciousness claimed her again.