Scene 11
"Dean, you got anything?" Sam was looking inquisitively at Dean, who clearly had not heard Sam speak; he was busy at work on a laptop, which sat in front of him.
Holed up in the conference room of the sheriff's place, the boys were pouring over anything they could get their hands on.
Sam, who was annoyed that Dean was not responding, balled up a piece of paper from the notebook in front of him and threw it at Dean's head, hitting him square in the face with some force.
"Jerk!" Dean said looking up at his brother, "Bitch…" came the usual reply from Sam.
"Have you got anything?" Sam repeated his original question.
"No." Dean noted.
"What are you even looking up?" questioned Sam.
"Stuff…" barked Dean.
"Dean?" Sam scolded, his tone indicating to Dean that he was not in the mood.
"Fine… I was looking up Hope…" Sam screwed up his face, annoyed that Dean was not focussing on the case at hand. Dean, in response to the condescending look, groaned, "Oh come on man… when was the last time we were handed police records with a complete 'knock yourself out boys..." the look on Dean's face was one of absolute innocence, as he added, "He is practically begging us to fish around…"
"And?" Sam fumed,
"And what?" Dean retorted.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked through clenched teeth.
After a heavy sigh and with downcast eyes, Dean admitted he had not found a single thing. He had looked up Hope, girls around the right age of Hope, the names of the Hunters that Castiel had given them, but out of all of that – there was nothing.
At the end of Dean's story, the sheriff popped his head around the door to see if the boys wanted a key, so they could let themselves out. During all that research, with the boys not getting anywhere, they had not realised how late it was.
"No, sir. We are just about done here. In fact…" Sam added, rising up out of the chair and closing the loaned laptop in front of him, "We'll walk you out."