What if there was another?

Chapter 4: Ellen & The Map

Hope was coming down the steps at Bobby's place after having a quick shower and borrowing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of clean khaki shorts off of Sam. She was towel drying her hair as she walked down the steps, when she realised it was really quiet – too quiet. She ripped the towel of from her head once she unfroze and looked around the living room frantically. When she saw no one, she walked silently towards entryway to the room she was standing in. As she peaked around the doorway, she saw Sam with his gun drawn standing by the window at the front of Bobby's pace, looking out.

Sam had been on high alert since him and Dean and Bobby heard a crash outside, the others had told him to stay back and inside with Hope. He had a feeling the only reason that was decided was because Sam was still a little beat up and rough around the edges. He could hear Hope moving around upstairs. After a few more seconds he looked out the window again, performing another quick scan for trouble or Dean and Bobby.

After seeing Sam so tense and looking out the window suspiciously, Hope got onto her knees, and began to crawl over to Sam so that she had less chance of being seen. She didn't feel like she would be able to pull off her mind-wipe trick at the current time. As she made it to Sam's legs, she tugged on his jeans gently, so as not to startle him.

Sam felt a light tug on his jeans, as he looked down, he noticed a panicked Hope. He crouched down next to her, wrapping an arm around her as he did.

"What's going on?" Hope whispered fearfully. She was kicking herself mentally as she realised her voice had wobbled.

"Nothing, I don't think." Sam replied, checking out the window again quickly. "We just heard a noise. Dean and Bobby went to check it out." He shifted so he was shielding Hope from the door just in case.

Hope pretended not to notice. As Sam had moved, she rotated till her back was lent against the wall, and slid onto her butt with a soft little 'thud'. Not even five seconds later, she heard talking outside. It was some woman's voice as well as Dean and Bobby's. Sam relaxed slightly, so he must have recognized the voice.

Sam relaxed and stood up as he recognized the woman's voice as Ellen. Once up right, Sam lent a hand to Hope to help her up too. Hope looked out the window once she was on her feet with Sam. Sam had gone to open the door to the three walking up to the slightly run down house. Hope saw Dean and Bobby, like she expected, she also saw a woman. She looked to be around late thirties, early forties. She had brown hair, but it looked like she had gold strands weaved in with the slight waves too. Dark brown eyes, they looked tired, as if she's seen too much and lost those she cares about. She held herself confidently, and had a unique aura. She's probably a mother, and has lost some people she considered family. The unique aura she had, told Hope that she was a fighter. Hope liked her already.

Hope hid behind Sam slightly as the woman walked through.

"Where's Hope, Sammy?" Dean questioned looking around after noticing there was no sound coming from upstairs any longer.

Apparently, Hope hid a little more than she planned too. Oh, well.

"She's hiding." Sam replied sounding amused.

Dean didn't look as amused, more confused. The woman and Bobby looked both amused and confused. Just as Dean opened his mouth and was about to speak, the woman interrupted.

"Well, maybe she's jus' shy." She leant forward a little as she said this, as if it was a secret.

Hope smiled slightly as she clutched Sam's top slightly in her fists. She rested her forehead onto Sam's back.

"She wasn't shy around us." Dean pointed out still sounding slightly confused.

Bobby sighed exasperated, "She didn't exactly have much choice, you idjet."

Hope giggled. Ellen looked towards Sam as she heard a girly giggle. She raised her eyebrow at Sam. Noticing this, Sam put his hands up in surrender,

"It wasn't me."

Hope hadn't realized that Dean had made his way behind Sam and closer to her until it was too late.

"Gotcha!" he cried. Hope's eyes had grown wide as she felt him grab her around the waist. Dean held Hope tightly and flung her round and round in circles as she giggled and laughed.

Everyone was smiling when Dean finally released Hope. She wobbled a little as her sight continued to spin slightly still. Ellen stepped forward to introduce herself to the girl, Hope.

"Hello, Sweetheart. I'm Ellen. A friend of Bobby and these two nut jobs." She said lightly as Dean and Sam made sounds of indignation. Her hand was held out in front of her for Hope to shake. Hope took it lightly before smiling and shaking the offered hand with a joyful, "Hey there, Ellen."

Bobby was seated across from Ellen on a stool, while Sam and Dean were slightly away and behind Bobby. Hope was standing by the window, feeling a little bit ignored. Although that could be because they all told her to wait upstairs and she erased her image and came back down to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Bobby poured a clear liquid into a shot glass and slid it across to Ellen. She picked it up, not looking too pleased.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" She asked sounding slightly annoyed whilst shaking her head from side to side a bit.

Bobby raised a shoulder as he responded, "It's just a bout of Holy water. It shouldn't hurt."

Ellen kept her eyes locked with Bobby as she drank the shot, before looking down at the shot glass again. She then slid it across to Bobby after saying;

"Whiskey now, if you don't mind."

Sam was looking at Ellen; Dean looked towards Bobby then back to Ellen again before speaking.

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?"

Ellen turned her attention to the elder Winchester brother as she replied.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was s'posed to be in there with everybody else." She sniffed out a humourless laugh. "But we ran out of pretzels. Of all things."

Bobby slid a shot of whiskey over to Ellen.

"'T'was dumb luck." She finished before downing the whiskey shot. Dean looked down towards the floor. Ellen cleared her throat.

"Anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice." She continued and Dean looked up again. "He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out, but by the time I got back, things were sky high. Everybody was dead. I couldn't've been gone more than fifteen minutes." She shook her head and looked down, as did Dean and Sam. Sam looked up first, then Dean but he looked off to the side before looking at Ellen again.

"Sorry Ellen." Sam expressed, face scrunched in sorrow and pain.

"A lot of good people died in there." Ellen replied. "And I got to live." She looked up and at Sam then. "Lucky me." She didn't sound very happy about that.

Bobby interrupted the silence left behind. "Ellen, you mentioned a safe."

"A hidden safe we kept in the basement." Ellen nodded.

"Demons get what was in it?" Bobby questioned.

"No." She pulled her jacket out and removed paperwork from an inside pocket.

Hope was curious and moved closer. She stopped when Sam sat up straighter.

It was a map.

"Wyoming?" Dean questioned. "What's that mean?" Dean's hand moved in a circle around the map. Hope wasn't close enough to see it. Dean looked up at Ellen, then towards Bobby.

The adults were looking through books on supernatural and symbols.

Suddenly Bobby stated, "I don't believe it." Whilst looking at a brown covered book. Bobby placed the book down on the table Dean was seated at as Sam walked around behind Bobby as he asked;

"Did you find something?"

"A lot more than that." Bobby replied. Ellen walked over to the male trio. They all bent over the table.

Bobby began pointing at the marked 'X' on the map. "Each of these X's, is an abandoned front tire Church. All mid nineteenth century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt." Bobby explained as he looked at everyone's face.

"Samuel Colt," Dean started. "The demon killing, gun making, Samuel Colt?" Dean asked Bobby, looking up from his seat at the table.

"Yep" Bobby answered.

Sam looked at Dean then back to Bobby as he continued.

"He built private railway lines, connecting church to church. That just happens to lay out like this." Bobby drew a single line to connect all dots until a star shape is left. The line over laps itself, on the inside.

Dean looks at the star in disbelief. "Tell me that's not what I think it is." He says.

"It's a Devil's Trap." Sam answers, looking at Dean.

By now, Hope is confused. She hasn't got a clue what a 'Devil's Trap' is. She continues to listen regardless.

Dean places his right hand over his mouth. Hope notices a silver ring around Dean's right ring finger.

"A hundred square mile, Devil's Trap." Sam continues.

Dean removes his hand as he says. "That's brilliant. Iron lines, demons can't cross."

Ellen adds her two cents. "I've never heard of anything that massive."

"No one has." Bobby replies.

Dean turns to Bobby. "After all these years the lines are not broken. It still works?"

Bobby shrugs one shoulder. It's Sam that replies. "Definitely."

Dean looks at Sam. "How do you know?"

"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must me circling it. They can't get in."

"Yeah, well." Bobby says after Sam finishes explaining. "They're trying."

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen questions to Bobby.

"That's what I've been looking for," Dean starts. "And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery in the middle." Dean uses his pointer finger to point in the middle of the star on the map.

After looking for a couple of seconds, Sam asks;

"Why, what's so important about the cemetery rune? What's Colt trying to protect?"

"Well unless," Dean Stops.

"Unless what?" Bobby prompts.

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"

Bobby didn't look happy.

"Well that's a comforting thought." Ellen states sarcastically.

"Yeah, you think." Dean is just as sarcastic.

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam starts to sound slightly panicked.

"This things so powerful, you'd practically need an A Bomb to destroy it. No way a full blood demon gets across."

"No." Sam states. "But I know who could." Sam looks at every one. Except Hope, obviously.

Hope feels a wave of dread spread out through her. Only one word crossed her mind that caused the reaction. Just one name. Jake.

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