God's Gift of Hope (Supernatural Fanfiction )

Scene 10

"This is stupid... It's been twenty-three hours now... and nothing..." Sam threw the cards down as he spoke. He and Hope were playing poker on one of the beds; Dean was sitting at a small table looking at 'things' on Sam's computer. Castiel had come and gone, just as quickly, with nothing to report.

While the others had taken to waiting – with only an hour passing, since they had arrived in the purple room, Sam was clearly on edge. In part, because he and Dean were usually men of action, but also because he did not, really believe Hope's story. Sam got up off the bed and began pacing around the small purple room.

Sam did not doubt that there had been hellhounds, he had seen the damage the last one had caused. What he questioned was Hope's theory that they were hunting those that helped her; the boys had dealt with hounds before and they had never come across hounds whose mission was almost like haunting a person.

"You don't believe me?" Hope asked the moody Sam, as he continued to pace. She had a hurt look on her face that instantly had Sam backpedalling and Dean, looking up from the laptop, a worried look on his face.

"It's not..." Sam started to apologise, but stopped himself, he took a deep breath, thinking. His dilemma was twofold; speak his mind and find the underlying cause of what was bothering him, or appease Dean's need to protect their sister. "No... not really..." Sam finally admitted. The look on Dean's face was livid; it screamed 'what the hell are you doing?' Sam did his best to ignore him and move forward with his case.

Swallowing hard, Sam stopped pacing and turned to look at Hope, who was not standing beside the bed. He continued, "It's not the hellhound part. I saw the aftermath of that, what it did to you and Dean... I saw it too, well... a dead, it, anyway... I don't, not believe that. I guess I'm just having trouble, believing that these things have been hunting people who want to help you." Sam stopped speaking, and looked at Hope, wanting her to speak out.

"I don't know what to say, to that..." Hope looked at Sam, trying to understand what he needed from her. She ran her fingers across her head, raking her hair back and clasping her hands at the back of her head; her head bowed and her eyes closed, as she took several deep breaths, before she spoke again, not moving, "I don't know why they come, why they ever came... All I can tell you is that for as long as I did the right thing, and stayed away from others, I have had no problems... The link, between them and people helping me... it's easy for me to see, I've lived it..."

Hope sighed, and dropping her hands to her sides, she finally looked up at Sam, "but I guess, it would be hard for others to see... or accept..." Sam started walking towards Hope then, when Dean warned, "Sam..."

Sam knew he had pissed Dean off; he had chosen 'Sam' over 'Sammy'.

"Dean... I am..." Sam did not get to finish his sentence as they all turned to look at the door; there was someone knocking, outside.

Dean got up, walked over to the door, and looked out the peephole. He turned back to Sam and Hope with a puzzled look on his face. Shrugging at them, his eyebrows raised high, he turned back to open the door.

"Deputy..." Dean said by way of greeting as he opened the door wide.

"Good evening sir. I am sorry to bother you at this hour..." Sam looked at the clock beside the bed, it read 8 pm, "but there has been an incident locally, and I have been tasked to move around the motels and check in with everyone staying in the area." The deputy sounded very official, as he stood in the middle of the doorway, notebook in hand, "May I come in?" he asked.

"Of course. Anything we can do to help." Dean replied as he stepped aside to let the deputy in.

Hope was now sitting on the edge of the bed; Sam moved around to the base of the bed, as Dean allowed the deputy access to the room. Sam glanced around the room as he moved, making sure no weapons were on display.