The Dream I Dreamed (A Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 2: When Hope Was High

Chapter 2 When Hope Was High

Dean and Sam loaded up the Impala, ready to leave on their search for the potential angel. Castiel and Kevin were staying at the bunker to continue researching; Kevin had found that he could translate the tablet into Enochian more easily than he could English, but he needed the former angel's help to interpret the Enochian. Since the brothers were taking the tablet with them in order to perform the spell, they were working off of the prophet's extensive notes.

Sam and Dean slid into the smooth leather seats of the Impala, the old doors creaking as they slammed shut behind them. "Let's rock and roll." Dean muttered, turning up the volume on the stereo. Sam groaned but didn't argue, turning to stare out the window.

It only took about an hour and a half for the Winchesters to reach Massachusetts, Kansas. The address they had come up with using the spell was for a dormitory on campus of the Kansas State University. Dean parked the car outside the large brick building and the brothers walked in, stopping at the desk in the lobby of the building.

The receptionist was young, probably a college student working to pay off her loans. She had dyed blonde hair and far too much eye liner around her flat brown eyes.

"Hi," Dean began, putting on a charismatic air. "we're looking for a girl named Hope. Someone told us she lives here?"

"Why do you wanna know?" the girl asked harshly. Sam rolled his eyes.

"We're friends of hers. Went to high school together. We were in town, thought we'd stop by." the younger Winchester lied smoothly.

The girl eyed the two hunters, chewing on her lip uncertainly. Finally she nodded. "Yeah, okay." she flipped through a stack of papers in front of her. "Hope Collins, is that who you were looking for?" the boys nodded, though in fact they had no idea what her last name was. They were just glad that her angelic name matched her human one. "She lives on the sixth floor, room fifty-two."

"Thanks." Dean mumbled as he headed toward the elevator, followed by Sam. When the silver doors opened with a /ding/ the brothers stepped inside, Sam hitting the round button reading '6' as he followed Dean into the small space, nearly having to duck.

"What are we gonna say when we get in there?" Sam asked his brother. "'Hi, you're an angel but you don't know it so my brother and I are going to do a spell to help you remember' just doesn't quite seem right."

"I don't know." Dean mused. "I figured we'd just sort of do it and let the tablet explain. Once she remembers being an angel she should understand, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. It just feels wrong, ya know? She's got a good, normal life here. It doesn't seem fair to pull her away from that without any warning." Sam sighed.

"I know, Sammy. But nobody's gonna be able to have any kind of life if we can't stop Abbadon, and right now this is all we've got." Dean insisted. "But I guess we could try to explain a little, make it easier on the girl." he offered. Sam just nodded.

The elevator came to a stop and the hunters stepped into the hall which was lined with ugly green and yellow stripes. They stopped at room number fifty-two and Dean rapped on the door with his fist. They waited a moment but there was no reply. He tried again. "Hope?" he called softly. Nothing.

"She's probably in class or something." Sam reasoned. "C'mon if we head downstairs maybe we can catch her on her way in." Dean nodded and they walked back to the elevator, riding it down to the first floor.

The Winchesters waited outside the building for an hour. Not a soul went in or came out. Dean had begun pacing after the first half hour. "Maybe we should go upstairs and break into her room." the older Winchester suggested. "What if Abbadon's demons got to her first?"