God's Gift of Hope (Supernatural Fanfiction )

Scene 27

Sam popped his head into Hope's room, the next morning, as he walked past; her bed was empty. Concern swept over him, as he quickly walked to Dean's room. Dean was still fast asleep. Sam went through the kitchen, bathrooms, war room and at each point, his worry started to escalate, after the events of last night.

Dean had popped into his room earlier that morning and told him about his discussion with Hope. Dean was still worried about Hope, and he wanted some reassurance from Sam that they were doing the right thing. Sam understood Dean's concern; it was probably a lot to do with him, Sam, hating Dean for bringing him back into this world. Now Dean worried that he was repeating that mistake, even though Sam knew it wasn't a mistake, anymore.

Sam let out a sigh of relief, as he finally saw Hope standing in the middle of the library. She was holding a cup of coffee and staring at the wall in front of her.

"What you doing?" Sam asked with slight concern in the tone of his voice. Hope hadn't moved as Sam had approached, now she turned slowly towards him and asked, "What is behind this door?"

Confusion spread across Sam's face; was she losing it? Hope was standing in front of a brick wall. "Door?" he asked softly, not sure what to do or say, 'where is Dean?' he thought.

"Um... Yes..." Hope said as if she was talking to a small child, "Where does it go? Is it locked?" Hope's voice trailed off, as she seemed to Sam to be admiring the brick wall.

"You..." he tried to ask delicately, "see a door... here?" It sounded stupid the minute it passed his lips.

"You don't?" Hope shot back at him, surprise on her face concern on his.

"It's a wall..." he began, "a brick wall..." Sam's brows creased, as both his concern for Hope and confusion for what was happening grew.

"No... It's a door... A huge brown, wooden door with intricate carvings and a really old brass knob with an antique looking keyhole under it." Hope stepped closer to the wall, peering at the bricks with such a depth of interest that it shocked Sam. "They're symbols of some sort..." she concluded.

Sam had a wild thought; Hope was delusional, a second thought rushed in after the first, 'and her delusions were very detailed'.

Dean chose that moment to come into the library, he put the coffee pot he was carrying, down on the table and walked over to where Hope and Sam stood, "What you doing?" he asked them both, a slightly worried look making its way to his face, as he took in the Sam's face.

"Oh... Just standing here looking at the door..." the look on Dean's face suggested that he thought Sam had lost it, with his last comment.

"What door?"

"You don't see a door? A big brown one..." it was Hope, "with intricate carvings and brass knob..." finished Sam.

Dean shook his head, clearly puzzled.

"Somebody explain... I am not laughing!"

"Hope says there is a door here." Sam said as he pointed at the brick wall.

Dean looked at his brother, to his sister, both deadly serious, and then back at the wall.

"You see it too?" he asked Sam.

"No..." came Sam's apologetic reply, accompanied by a shake of his head.

"I am telling you I can see it, look here is the handle." Hope reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

Dean and Sam both inhaled sharply, it certainly looked to them that Hope was holding a handle, to a door, only there was nothing there.

Dean walked around and stood on the other side of Hope; the boys now flanked Hope. If they had been able to see the door, they would have noticed that Hope stood directly in front of it while Dean was off to the right and Sam, its left side.