God's Gift of Hope (Supernatural Fanfiction )

Scene 29

"You all right?" Sam asked Dean quietly not wanting to disturb Hope who was still out cold on the sofa; Dean was just standing there, staring at Hope, when Sam came in after attempting to clean up the library; he didn't get far, the place was torn up bad, like a mini tornado had ripped through the place.

"Come on..." Sam said to Dean, as he took him by the shoulders and led him out of the secret room.

Sam sat Dean down in one of the chairs that had survived the blast, and then he moved to get another chair that he put down opposite Dean.

"I know what you're thinking..." Sam goaded Dean, as he sat down. Dean shook his head indicating that Sam most likely, did not know, what Dean was thinking.

"Come on... Sure I do!" Sam continued, "She... is a freak..." he paused, waiting for Dean to contradict him, and when he didn't, he knew that he had guessed correctly. "That is it... isn't it? You are thinking she's a freak! Nothing new there, Dean... Name one Winchester that has not been a freak at one time or another. Me? No... I have been there... Went nuts, got power, tried to be some demons little pet... You? Do I even need to go through the freakish things you've done..." Dean was watching Sam now as he spoke, "No... I didn't think so, but you know what? So what! Who cares! So, she is a freak! Does it matter... does it really matter? To us? We will do what we have always done, we'll work it out. We'll deal with it and we will come out on top. Like we always have. Like we always do. Saving people, hunting things..." Sam stopped mid-sentence.

"The family business..." a smile made its way to Dean's lips, as he finished Sam's sentence, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Dean's phone rang before Sam had a real chance to cheer him up or bring him out of his current slump.

Dean opened the phone, but before he could speak, the person on the other end had started; all Dean could do was listen.

"Where are you?" barked Dean. "No..." he commanded, "you wait. We're coming." Dean shut the phone and turned back to Sam saying, "It's Jody, she and the girls have a vampire problem."

"In Sioux Falls?" asked Sam.

"No... they're in Wichita..." Dean replied, "You go. I will stay here with Hope."

"You both go... Hope will be fine..." came a weak voice, from the door of the secret room.

Dean bolted up after hearing Hope's voice and ran over to her.

"You can barely stand. You need someone to stay here." Dean said as he caught Hope stumbling out of the room.

Dean walked Hope over to the chair that he had been sitting in moments earlier. He helped her sit down, and then she started talking.

"One of your friends is in danger. You should go help them..." Hopes voice was very weak, "both of you!" she added pointedly, as she looked from Sam to Dean and back again.

"And our sister has just woken up from being unconscious, because of some kind of explosion. One of us needs to stay here." Dean countered; he was not willing to walk away from her now.

"I'm fine.... No danger here..." Hope waved her hands around at the messy, but empty room to make a point of all the non-danger surrounding her.

"Call Cass..." Sam said, "He'll come back and stay with her." Castiel had left in search of answers to both new and old problems that the Winchester trio was facing.

"You're getting me a babysitter?" moaned Hope, but she was okay with that. She did feel off somehow, her strength was returning slowly.

Dean called Castiel; Sam got a few weapons from the war room and went up to the Impala. When he returned, Castiel was standing with Hope; he had just finished trying to heal her again.

"Better?" Dean asked her, desperate for her to be well.

"Yes," Hope replied.

"She's lying..." Hope gave Castiel an annoyed glance, he merely kept on talking, "She's not 100%. I have helped her a little bit more, but she's still not completely healed."

"What can't you heal, Castiel?" Sam asked, walking into the library.

"Nothing." Sam's raised eyebrow gave Castiel reason to second-guess what he had just said, "Sometimes, angels can't heal certain ailments demons have inflicted." Castiel paused, thinking he was finished when he remembered, "and angels that outrank us. We usually can't heal them."

"And Hope... You can't heal her..." Dean added, "Unless... you are saying that the secret room was a demon thing..."

"It was Enochian, Dean..." Castiel insisted, trying to mimic the sarcasm in Dean's voice and failing miserably.

"Right. Whatever you say. So you all good to stay here and look after Hope." Dean asked one last time.

"Yes, Dean... Go and save the world..." this was Castiel's second failed attempt at sarcasm.

"Not the world," Dean said over his shoulder, as he walked out of the room, "at least... not this time."

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