God's Gift of Hope (Supernatural Fanfiction )

Scene 21

Ring-Ring.

The two, once motionless bodies, in the two double beds, started to stir.

Ring-Ring.

"Dean..." It was Sam, sounding groggy and annoyed, "shut that thing up!"

Dean fumbled around in the dark, as the phone continued to ring. Sam picked up the pillow beside him and buried his head.

"Yeah..." came another groggy voice, as Dean finally found his phone. Whoever it was, on the other end, had Dean's attention instantly. He was up on his feet and getting dressed as he continued to give short monosyllabic responses to whatever the other person was telling him.

Dean picked up a pillow and threw it at Sam's head; Sam lifted his pillow to look over at Dean. He could barely make him out in the dark. Dean was motioning for him to get up, "Yes... no worries... we are on our way."

"What is going on?" came yet another groggy voice from the door to the adjoining room; Hope was standing there rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She could see the glowing green numbers on the clock between the two beds, and it read 2:30 AM. Seventy-seven and a half hours. Three days, five hours and thirty minutes, since...

"They have another one." The urgency in Dean's voice had everyone moving at double speed; Sam was up and dressing. Hope returned to her room, presumably to get dressed.

Dean turned a light on and was just picking up his keys when Hope returned, her computer in hand.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"With you!" came her reply.

"We don't have any credentials for you. They are not going to let you in."

"I know... I will stay in the car; I just don't want to stay here. Completely out of it."

Dean shrugged. He was happy for Hope to come. Truth was, leaving her here all alone did not sit well with him either, but he knew what was really going on in her mind. Hope was still thinking about the hellhounds and she did not want to find herself too far away from him and Sam if they attacked. Even though they were now up to what, 'three days and...' with a no-show.

The three siblings made for the Impala. Dean driving, there was only silence in the car as they made their way to the new scene. Sam occasionally gave one-word directions, left, right. Eventually, Dean didn't need any more directions, the red and blue lights lit up the street well; pointing out the crime scene.

The scene was another small office building, fourth floor to be exact. Dean and Sam walked the four flights of stairs in silence, dodging officers and forensics people who were coming and going from each of the floors.

A rookie who was guarding the door, at the front of the main office, stopped the brothers. Dean started to explain who they were, when there was a shout from inside, "Let them in, they're here on my request." the voice belonged to an officer who was at the earlier crime scene the boys had been to.

"Agents..." he said, nodding at the boys as they walked over to him, "Sorry to wake you, but I thought you might like to see the scene, that and help out? My boss is not here..." The officer was talking about his rather rude superior, who had given the boys hell the day before; making it clear that their presence was not welcome.

"Walk with me..." the officer said, as he turned and walked into the suite of rooms. "A cleaner found them about fifty minutes ago." the officer revealed, as he stepped aside to let the boys into the glass-walled conference room.

There was no one else in the room, except the victims. It did not look like the blood spray had missed anything; the chairs, walls, desks and ceiling all splattered with the stuff. One victim was strewn across the floor just metres inside the door, his face all torn up, blood under his nails. He was sliced open across his chest, bone and guts showing.

Sam looked away first, sickened, with a look of disbelief and disgust flashing across his face. His eyes rounded the room until he came to the other body.

That body was pinned to the wall, by what looked to be a long-bladed knife of some kind, "May I?" Sam asked, indicating to the officer that he wanted to go over for a closer look. The officer nodded and the pair moved over to the victim together.

Dean took the opportunity to read for EMF, it came up negative, so he started looking more closely for sulphur, again nothing.

"Was this in here?" Sam asked, pointing to the sword, "it looks pretty old..." The blade was quite wide and oddly shaped as Blades went. The hilt was intricately carved with symbols, some of which Sam recognised as demonic; he needed a photo, "I don't see any fixtures... on the walls..." Sam said, as he stepped back and surveyed the walls for where the blade may have hung before it took up its role in the bloodbath of the conference room.

"It does not look like it was a decoration; a wall hanging..." The officer was looking up at the walls; Sam motioned to Dean to get a photo of the blade. Dean was in the wrong position for that, so he went for distracting the officer instead.

"So, they were working late?" Dean asked the officer, who turned and walked back towards Dean leaving Sam free to take photos on his phone.

"That is the thing. They M.E. puts time of death at around 2 PM, which makes it around the same time as..."

"The other scene!" finished Dean. Things were getting more bizarre by the minute, Dean thought, not for the first time or the last; what the hell, is going on here?

Fade out