Based in:
Season: 3+
Episode: The Magnificent Seven. (Onwards).
Sequel to: What If There Was Another?
Title: Hope For The Best.
Sam and Dean are training Hope. There's no better time than the present. With the demon's from Hell to catch, and a new player who can start the apocalypse. It's a shame Hope gets distracted by a boy that always seems to turn up to help her, and then disappear as you blink.
Chapter 1:'Training.'
Hope looked confusedly at the guys in front of her. "I don't get it." She stated. "Why did you take on the ghost hunt the other day, if you thought I needed to be trained more?"
The brothers shared a whole conversational argument in a five second look as Hope waited on their answer. Growing amused when they started rock, paper, scissors. Dean lost. Rock trumps scissors.
"You always go for scissors, Dean." Sam chastised lightly looking smug. Dean grunted in annoyance. Hope noted this information.
Dean turned to face the amused teen, leaning forward and clasping his hands in between his knees where his elbows were resting. His muscles rippled as he did this, Hope took notice. Two fit guys, a single sexually frustrated girl, and they aren't related- well the guys are brothers but that's it. Who would blame her for looking, really? Hope blamed her hormones instantly.
"Let's be honest, we-" Dean pointed between himself and Sam. "didn't have a choice. Besides, ghosts are easy." Nonchalantly shrugging, dean sat back.
"Which is why it was me, the untrained teen, that saved your asses, right?" Hope mocked.
"We were testing you." Dean smirked.
Sam took note of the flickering lights. "Dean, shut up." Sam sang. "We don't want to upset the supercharged, hormonal psychic." He continued, lowering his voice. He didn't want Hope to hear.
Hope felt her eyebrow twitch. "I heard that." She gritted out.
"There's chocolate in the fridge. Help yourself." Sam offered.
Hope headed towards the fridge as she ranted. "Do you really think, that offering me chocolate will help you out of that ditch you just dug? No way! I - Hmm." Hope's eyes closed in pleasure of the delicious piece of melting heaven in her mouth. All her anger and arguments forgotten. Hershey's Kisses are her one weakness that she can't beat.
She sat back down on the sofa, this time in between both boys, forcing them apart. Dean and Sam shared an amused look as she melted into the sofa between them, her eyes still closed.
Once she was finished, Sam quizzed her on how to handle and take care of ghosts. "How do you fight one?"
"Well technically, you can't. You can, however, use rock salt and iron to get rid of them from the immediate area while you look for the item or remains left to get rid of them for good."
"How do you get rid of one for good?"
"Burn their remains or their item holding them on Earth." Hope shrugged.
"What if they were cremated, but weren't attached to an item?"
"Then they're attached to a place or person." Hope scrunched up her nose.
Sam raised an eyebrow at that. Dean was getting some weaponry and cleaning gear from the car, so she can learn how to clean, put together and take apart some weaponry she may use in the future.
"How would you get rid of them then?"
Hope blinked at him several times slowly. "Ask them nicely?" she suggested. "Or burn the place down. Possibly help them move on if they're not hurting people intentionally but are stuck and trying to get attention." She raised an eyebrow at him with a shrug. Sam sighed, just as Dean came in.
"How's she doin'?" he dumped the cleaning stuff onto one of the beds, and carefully place the bag of weapons down on the other.
"She's doing alright, I guess." Sam frowned. "We need to teach her on demons as well though."
"Yeah, I'm getting there." Dean said exasperated. "One thing at a time, Sammy-boy."
After an hour of rephrasing the questions on ghosts and disabling, cleaning then putting back together weaponry, all three were back on the couch. This time they were talking about how to take down demons. And then telling Hope what the different symbols do to the demons and showing her how to draw them. As well as helping her learn the incantation's proper pronunciation for an exorcism.
"Now then!" Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands and jumping up from the bed he was sitting on next to Sam. Sam watched as his brother grabbed Hope's hands, pulling her forcefully up from the opposite bed and onto her feet, in confusion. "It's time to learn how to fight!"
Hope felt a very strong wave of dread wash through her at the look of joy on Dean's face. 'If there is a God out there listening to me right now, please, let me survive this.' She mentally begged.
She gulped. "Yay." She said weakly, her face scrunched up in dread, a heavy frown covering her lips. Dean's grin got larger. Sam was certain he heard Hope whimper.
Dean pulled Hope towards the centre of the room. "Now," He started his face mock serious. "Show me your fighting stance." He ordered.
Hope glance from side to side, shifting slightly on her feet. When Dean raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest Hopes spread her legs slightly, her right leg slightly behind her left. She bent her knees gently and raised her hands up, clenching them, to shield her chest with her right, her face with her left. She did it in a way so that her vision wasn't blocked in any way. It's the move the kid takes up in 'Karate Kid' she was just hoping she did it correctly.
Dean nodded his approval. He was slightly surprised and impressed that she even knew a fighting stance. He adjusted her positioning slightly. He crouched in front her, placing his left hand on the inside of her left knee, gently pushing it further away from her body, widening the stance. He then placed both hands behind both knees, causing her to bend them more. He then stood back and scrutinised her stance once more.
"Relax your shoulders more." He demanded. She followed his instruction. "Good." He murmured absently to himself. He raised a hand up to his mouth. His pointer finger was lightly covering his upper lip, his thumb resting on his cheek. He dragged his hand down roughly letting out a sigh.
Hope stood there feeling awkward as Dean and Sam looked at her intently. Sam's voice broke her out of her little awkward world. "Where did you learn that stance, Hope?" he questioned curiously.
Hope blushed scarlet before answering. "Karate Kid." Dean guffawed with a smirk. Sam smiled in amusement. For a sixteen year old, she sure was cute. That's when Sam was hit with realisation. He had already grown to care for Hope as if she were his sister. He was pleasantly surprised by this revelation. He glanced quickly at his older brother. He was certain Dean cared for her as such too, but probably didn't realise it yet. Dean never was too fond of analysing his feelings. Unless, of course, Sam pushed it onto him.
As the day grew old, the Winchester brothers took it in turn to teach Hope different fighting moves. All three came to the realisation that she had a natural talent for fighting. Dean looked a little bit too happy with that fact to Hope. By the time night had fallen upon them, Hope had mastered roundhouse kicks, both left and right uppercuts, and how to get out of all the different holds Sam and Dean knew how to get out of also. They were teaching her more defence though.
"Well, I think that deserves a celebratory beer." Dean stated loudly. "Come on guys. Let's head out to a bar." Dean turned to go get his leather jacket.
Hope raised an eyebrow in exasperation when Sam began to follow. "Umm, guys?" she called out. "Aren't you forgetting something?" They looked confused before comprehension covered Dean's face.
Dean snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot!" He exclaimed walking back to his bag. "My wallet." He stated boldly holding up said wallet.
Sam rolled his eyes. Hope let out an exasperated and disbelieving sigh. "No guys." She patiently began. "I can't go to a bar. I'm under age." She said this slowly and mockingly, as if she was talking to six year olds and not twenty-something year olds. She widened her eyes for exaggerated effect.
Dean just smirked. "We'll see." And he walked out the motel door.
Hope stared after him in annoyance and confusion. Sam smiled at Hope gently, before placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the room and to the Impala where Dean was sitting in the front seat.
