Last Hope (Supernatural fanfic)

Chapter Seven

Hope woke up to an empty, sunsoaked room. Her faded grey duffel on the coffee table. Smiling to herself she pulled on her torn sneakers and walked silently to the door. As she reached for the handle though, an unfamiliar voice yelled, "Boys! Get down here now! She's makin' a runner!".

She heard the brother's footsteps and took off running. Mid-stride she swung her bag over her back, but she didn't slow. Hope was fast, real fast, and as she reached the edge of the forest she heard the footsteps fall behind. Don't look back, don't look back, she thought as she weaved through the trees. Jumping over logs and rocks, she didn't stop running until she reached her little cabin. She was safe. The cabin was a good two miles from the road and she prayed the brother's wouldn't look for her this deep in the forest.

She emptied her bag, then pulled the new blankets around herself as she settled down with a book she'd stolen years ago. The first thing Hope had done when she walked into her little home was to change out of her bloodied sweater and check her Mother's knife was still in her bag. It was, thank God, and it was now tucked safely into her belt, glinting dangerously in the sunlight. The morning went by and as she sat down to eat lunch, she had all but forgotten Sam and Dean. Hope was picking at her bread, which was a bit stale, when she heard a twig snap. She dropped the bread and pulled her knife from her belt, as she slowly walked towards the door. Hope grabbed a handfull of salt, more twings were snapping and she could tell there was more than one "Something" outside. She was silent. For a moment whatever was outside was quiet as well, then a heavy fist knocked on the door. It was enough to make the entire cabin shudder and Hope called out from behind the door, trying to sound fearless and brave,

"If you're here to kill me, I have salt, and a knife, and lots of other nasty things". It was partly true, she did have a knife, she did have salt, but the "Other Nasty Things"? Yeah, no. Hope didn't have anything else to protect herself.

"Good, because this burger needs some salt!", called the "Something" and she groaned in annoyance. Sam and Dean had found her.

Opening the door wide, "Fine, come in, but just, just do not touch anything please", she sighed in defeat.

The brothers came inside and looked around,

"Nice place you've got here", Dean said with a sarcastic smirk.

She scowled and pushed past him to a milk crate that served as a chair, "Shut up, okay? I've lived here for nine years, so it can't be that bad".

"Nine years?", Dean breathed.

"Yeah. Nine years, here. Alone".