God's Gift of Hope (Supernatural Fanfiction )

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"Maybe it was a cursed object? Sam suggested to Dean and Hope. This was the first true words he had uttered since Dean had dragged him out of the church.

The three siblings were back in the car, driving away from the sheriff, after giving a few more details and offering their help, if the sheriff needed it.

"What? Like from the deceased estate?" Dean's tone suggested he thought that was a long shot at best.

"Well... sure. We have seen something similar to that before; a cursed object giving someone immense strength." Sam sounded like he was trying to convince himself that this was a possibility, just to bring some reason to what they had seen.

"And the other two victims?" Dean asked. The sheriff had told them of another murder-suicide that had happened just four days earlier. It had looked like the husband and wife had fought hard before she had then killed him and then taken her own life. A knife through her heart.

The sheriff said that that was the worst they had ever seen, before the church. The problem with thinking, that a cursed object linked the two cases was that these two were not members of the church, nor did they have any links with the people in the church.

"We would need to know if they had a connection to the estate." Sam concluded.

Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road. He turned in his seat so that he could see both Sam and Hope clearly.

"So... Are we looking into this... given... the hound situation?" he asked them both. It was now creeping up on twenty-five hours since the Hope had killed the last hellhound. Not yet near the longest time Hope had gone without a hound, but still a long time. The siblings, two of them at least, were beginning to think that another attack might not come.

Sam sat there, not wanting to commit, but also not wanting to walk away. It was Hope who answered Dean, "This is what you do... right? Help people?" both boys nodded, "Well then, we help... Hounds may be a pleasant distraction from this..." she added.

Sam gave a bit of a chuckle at what Hope had said and then he agreed, "We help!"

"Ok then... Where do we start?" Dean asked the pair.

"Well, we need to know everything the sheriff's department knows. We also need a list; what was in the deceased estate, and is there any connection between the other couple and that estate? How we get that info – given that the sheriff has let us go – is another question!" Sam was snapping back to himself, as he spoke, now that he could act on something, he felt more and more in control.

"Do you want me to hack into the department computers?" Hope asked from the backseat.

"What?" Dean spurted out.

"Hack the computers... To get the information we need..." Hope was speaking slowly for Dean to comprehend.

"I know what you said... I just... You hack?" This information surprised Dean and it showed on his face and in the tone of his voice.

"Yes. I can hack. I have had a lot of time to get skilled up. You can do a lot of things with a computer and most importantly you need less help from others when you know how to work one well..." Hope was eluding to how she had survived for so long without being able to rely on other people for help.

"Well, what do you need?" Sam asked.

"This..." Hope replied as she pulled a rugged looking box out of her bag, "and the sheriff department's Wi-Fi."