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Hope was sitting in her room, on the computer, when the doorbell to the two-story house she lived in rang.
Walking downstairs she opened the door, seeing a normal sized man and a sasquatch pretending to be a man.
“May I help you?” she asked, holding the door open, so the men dressed in suits could see her.
Well no matter what Hope was expecting to see, Sam and Dean weren’t expecting to see a twelve-year-old, dressed in a long sleeved purple collared shirt, with jeans, fuzzy polka-dotted socks, with dark brown hair, tied in a French braid. Wearing a pair of purple glasses. Freckles dotting her nose and a long, raw, pink scar running from the bridge of her nose, to under her eye and running down to her chin. This was not how they were expecting to start off their hunt.
“Hi, little girl, we were hoping to talk to your parents.” The taller one said, leaning forward.
Hope could now see his long his hair is, and it was just a little lighter than her own. The other one looked a little less patient than the one speaking.
“I’m Agent Floyd, and this is Agent Parks.” The tall one said, brandishing a FBI badge, the shorter one followed suit. “May we come in?”
“Um, okay, I’m Hope.” Hope told them, hesitantly stepping out of the way so the two adults could walk in.
In the home there were multiple shut bedroom doors, and a father at his computer engrossed in a video game.
“Yeah, my dad’s going on a raid, and my mom’s out shopping. My brother doesn’t like people, neither does my sister, so . . . yeah I don’t know who you should talk to.” Hope admitted.
Thinking quickly Dean said, “All right we can interview you first.”
Hope led them to the breakfast room table, and the three people sat at the table, the ‘FBI agents’ sitting across from Hope.
“Now, just some routine questions, one; have you smelled any sulfur, lately?” Dean began.
Hope, shuffled in her seat for a moment, before touching the scar on her face.
Dean and Sam exchanged a surprised glance before urging the girl to speak.
“Um, I- I, only one time, when my friend was over, she and her mom. So her mom and mine were talking, when my mom got up for a minute and left, then . . . I – I don’t know she started having a seizure or something and, I smelled rotten eggs and I heard barking I didn’t know if it was the dogs next door or what but, then something slashed my face and gave me this scar.”
“Um, wow.” Dean exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Hope looked ashen, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark.
“So Hope, um, have you ever had any experience with anything unnatural?” Sam asked.
“Um, no, not really.” Hope laughed, uncomfortably.
“Okay, well thank you for your time.” Sam said, getting up, along with Dean, and heading for the door.
“Bye?” Hope called uncertainly as the duo showed themselves out.
Outside the house, Sam and Dean walked into the impala, determined to set up camp somewhere nearby, crossroad demons were not what they were here to deal with, the more imminent threat was the angel activity in the area.
“of course we end up at the house of Hope.” Dean muttered. “Doesn’t it seem like everyone we meet either dies or becomes traumatized?”
“Yeah, well, we know that something strange is happening and from the patterns we have reason to believe it will happen to that house next, the distracted dad, busy mom, anti-social kids, the only thing is that that girl is okay, not depressed, strange.” Sam rambled.
~~~~At night~~~~
Hope lay asleep in her bed, it was quiet, like always. Until she was rudely awoken by a smashing downstairs followed by the voices of two men, and a woman.
Scrambling out of bed Hope made a mad dash for the stairs, seeing the two FBI agents brandishing knives and guns, at the woman.
Hopes mom and dad were down there, her mom was on the phone calling the police until Agent Floyd told her to stop. Her dad had a kitchen knife, in one hand protecting his wife and child.
the woman seeing Hope shouted; “YOU!” before an invisible force dragged Hope to the woman’s outstretched hands, gripping her by the throat Hope was lifted into the air.
“Let her go!” her dad demanded, aiming the gun and firing, but to no avail, a shot that should have punctured a lung barley made the angel flinch.
Dean ran forward and plunged the angel blade into the woman’s chest the angel within the vessel screamed and was expelled back into heaven.
The girl gasped, sucking in a lungsful of air. Dean ran forward and kneeled down next to the girl, about to touch her back, and help raise her to her feet when her father shouted; “Don’t touch her!!!”
Dean gave the man a weird look before backing away; “Has this happened before?”
“Twice. Each time the same woman, and we kept running.” The dad admitted.
“Why can’t we touch her?” Sam asked, as calmly as he could.
“Because she’s special.” The girl who looked the same age as Hope piped up.
Dean cast a strange glance at the dad before taking a second glance at the ten-year-old’s back before realizing that she had a strange lump, reaching over he slowly pulled up the bottom of her shirt and quickly dropped it at what he saw.
He turned to Sam; “Dude, she has wings.”