God's Gift of Hope (Supernatural Fanfiction )

Scene 20

Sixty-three hours and counting...

Noon.

"You find anything?" Hope asked the boys as they walked into the motel room. She had stayed back at the motel, doing research, while the boys had gone to the crime scene.

"Nada..." Dean said as he plonked himself down at the table, where Hope was sitting.

"They had removed the bodies, but we saw some crime scene photos... and it all looks eerily familiar," elaborated Sam on Dean's behalf, "the local cops were not happy to see us and hence, were not very forthcoming with information." Sam walked over and flopped down on the bed, its old springs squeaking in protest.

"Yeah, well there is nothing on here either. No history in the building. No history in the people – four accountants, two clerks, two secretaries; all upstanding citizens from what I can find. Were there no readings at the scene?" Hope asked Dean.

"Nothing. No EMF, no sulphur. Just like the first two, only in an office building – not a church or family home." Dean's voice trailed off, as he picked up a local newspaper on the table and reading the article on the front page.

The only sound in the room was Hope's fingers, tapping on the keyboard, and the occasional rustle of the newspaper. Nobody had anything to add, all lost in their own little worlds until, "Oh... wow..." Sam sat up at the tone of amazement in Hope's voice and Dean asked, "What?"

"There is video..." she let the statement hang there. Sam got up from the bed and walked over, standing behind Hope while Dean pushed for more information, "Video... of...?"

"The scene..." Hope was speaking slowly, not really believing what she had found, thinking that if it had been like the first scene – she really did not want to see how that had happened; then again this was the only lead they might have.

"How? Where did you..." Sam was not sure which question he wanted to ask first, so he just rammed them together.

"CCTV... they had camera's set up in their offices... Why a bunch of accountants would want or need, a camera set up – I don't..."

"How did you get it?" Dean cut Hope off; he was worried about what Hope had been doing on the computer.

"Um..." Hope hesitated; she was not sure if Dean was going to be angry or ok with what she had done, "I hacked the company's computer system..."

"Hope..." there was a mixture of both pride and concern; pride that his sister had computer skills and concern that she was going to draw some unwanted attention from another set of authorities.

"It's ok..." Hope registered Dean's worried look and guessing at his cause for concern, she added, "it can't be traced. We're good..."

"So... do we really want to watch this?" Sam asked the question that was on all three minds, "I mean... it was bad enough attending the scene..." Sam was not one to shy away from such things, usually, but there was nothing 'usual' about this case; he could still see, vividly recall, every, last detail about what he had seen in that church. It was hard enough, falling, and then staying, asleep with that on his mind. Did he really need to see how it happened?

"We don't have a choice! There might be something on there that tells us what this is..." Dean was right; they did not have a choice. Hope pulled Sam's computer over and linked it to her own; his screen was bigger and it would be easier for the trio to view the footage.

"Go through to about 2 p.m., that's the time frame the cops are working with..." Dean stipulated as the footage started up on the screen; the footage was time-stamped much earlier in the morning, and Dean did not want to wait around for the action.

Once the footage was at 2 p.m., Hope let it play.

The three siblings watched closely. Hope and Dean sitting in front of the laptop; Sam watching over their shoulders. Nobody moved, all three were glued to the screen in anticipation of what they were about to witness...

"Did you see that?" Hope asked,

"What?" Sam and Dean spoke at the same time.

"A glimmer or something..." Hope's voice trailed off as the people on the screen all of a sudden started to rush at each other.

It looked like they were screaming, but there was no sound on the footage. The two people nearest the camera smashed into each other with such force they both bounced back. With no hesitation, they came at each other again and started wrestling; they were a reasonable match for each other, and rather than one taking the other out, they just caused a lot of damage to each other.

In the background, one of the females picked up a chair and smashed it across the head of some man who was fighting her.

The scene was chaotic.

The people in the office were screaming and fighting with each other; even with the poor resolution of the footage, it was obvious that these people were seriously hurting each other – but the frenzy never ceased.

Sam was watching carefully, he noted that their eyes did not seem to have much damage – anything like the scratches they had seen at the previous scene and in the photos. Then, all of a sudden, the fighting stopped. All eight people just stood there, still screaming, but now they were gripping their heads; then, the scratching began. They started to scratch at their faces and eyes as if they were trying to rip their own heads open.

This went on for a few minutes before the fighting started again; it was more frenzied now and they seemed to have much more strength than before. One of the men suddenly stood up from the ground, and the siblings could see he was wielding, what looked to be, a crowbar.

The man systematically went around to the others and slaughtered them, with the crowbar, before impaling himself.

From beginning to end, the whole thing went for no more than ten minutes.

When the screen went black, a stunned silence fell over the room, until Dean bought everyone back to their senses with two simple words, "Holy crap!"

Sam placed his head in his hands, rubbing his face slowly, as if he wanted to wipe the images of what he had just seen, from his memory. Dean swayed a little before regaining his senses, he pushed himself away from the table and stood up, but once standing he had no idea what to do with himself, so he just stood there. A gloom fell over the room; they couldn't undo that, what they had seen and it had given them nothing. Nothing new to act on, nothing to help them figure out what was happening and more importantly, how they could fight it.

"We should try Cass again..." Dean finally spoke. They had tried and failed, several times, to get a hold of Castiel, since the last time they had spoken; that had been back in Sioux Falls, when they had first arrived, before this... whatever, this, was, had begun.

Sam went and got his phone, he hit the call button on Castiel's number.

Straight through to message bank.

Sam left another message – get back to us, ASAP.

With nothing else to do, and no desire to do anything, the trio slowly drifted their separate ways. Each lost in their own thoughts, or private nightmares, about what had and was, happening.

Nobody suggested lunch.

Or dinner.

Night fell.

Sleep,

Eventually came – if you waited long enough.

Fade Out