Hymn to the Missing

by elleuu2Y5

After dragging Dean away from Castiel, Sam had him pinned against a pillar in the library. "She is not dead…" Dean yelled again, struggling against Sam's grip. "How can you be so sure?" beseeched Sam. "I can feel her!" Dean admitted. In Sam's shock, Dean managed to push him off. Deflated now, Dean whispered, again, "I can feel her…" (now contains pre-view to God's Gift of Hope)

14. Chapter 14

Scene 14

"Well… we will give your people some time to process the scene… We have to check back, in with our lot, anyway. So how about we say… three-ish… for a briefing?" Sam asked the sheriff, who was standing in the open doorway of his cruiser.

"Yep yep. Sounds like a plan. I will be getting back at…" the sheriff paused, staring at Sam who was, in turn, craning his neck in a weird manner, "Everything all right there agent?" He asked concern in his tone.

Sam, who had just been motioning to Pete to get inside, quickly stretched his arm up grabbing at the back of his neck, showing some discomfort on his face and covered with, "Yeah, I am fine, it is just that motel bed, and you know how that is?"

"Sure do… Sure do. Well, I will see you two in a bit." The sheriff said as he walked back into the scene.

"What the hell was that?" Dean quizzed Sam, as they walked back over to their room.

"Just telling Pete to get inside." Sam replied.

"Who the hell is Pete?" Dean asked as he stepped into their motel room.

"That would be me…" came the reply from the older man, in the wheelchair. Pete was sitting at the small table, where Sam had earlier thrown his keys, a folder of clippings open in front of him.

Dean quickly reached for his gun, but Sam shut him down, "Easy Dean! Easy, he is a friend…" cried Sam, before continuing, "Dean this is…"

"Pete?" it was the sheriff's voice, "Pete Montana? What are you doing here?" the Sheriff, was standing in the open doorway, having followed the boys back over to their room.

"Sheriff…" said Pete nodding his head in the direction of the sheriff.

"Sheriff, you know Mr Montana?" Sam asked as he spun around to face the sheriff, "Mr Montana came up to us yesterday; he said he might have some information about the case so we agreed to meet him here this morning." Sam paused, then asked, sounding very official as he did so, "Was there something else we could help you with, Sheriff?"

"Oh. Yes, sir. Just wanted to say 4 pm would be a better time. I have a couple of other things to take care of before then." advised the sheriff.

"No worries, four is fine with us. With a bit of luck, we might even have some new information by then." Sam replied looking over his shoulder at Pete and then back to the sheriff.

The sheriff got the hint and made a quick exit; Sam walked over and shut the door behind him.

"Geez. That guy really believes that you two bozos are actually the FBI."

"Yeah, well…" said Dean, a smile breaking across his face, "We scrub up nice!"