𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏
she wears strength and darkness equally well. the girl has always been half goddess, half hell

IT HAS BEEN two days since their little party in the woods and it's been two long and terrifying days. Not only was Hope still having terrible nightmares, but there was people terrorizing the town — witches to be exact. The only reason they knew it was witches was because they would leave their marks — signs on dead bodies.

It was hurting everyone that they couldn't save the town from the witches wrath, not that they knew why the witches were doing this. It didn't help that the witches blew up the Sheriff station, killing a few cops along with civilians. This was the second time in one year that the station has blown up, and there was no way that they had enough money to rebuild it again.

But, somehow, the Sheriff station had received thousands of dollars from an unknown source, and more people came in to train for a position. It was a very weird situation, but no one was complaining seeing as that the money was helping keep the town safe.

And, not only that, the families that have lost people to witches have received thousands of dollars too, to help them recover from their loses.

If they ever find out who was sending the people money, Hope was going to thank them and embrace them. She loved it when others did good and helped others even without knowing them.

But, now, Hope's mind was on one thing and one thing only — finding the witches and killing them. She wasn't planning on telling Scott that particular thing, because she knew he would try to get the witches to simply stop their massacre, but she knew better. They've already killed about two dozen people within two days, they needed to be out to a stop.

The pack was all in the living room, trying to discuss on how to find the witches first of all, and then put a stop to them before they kill anyone else.

"Well, we can—"

Scott was interrupted when the front door to the McCall's was opened, and in came Sam and Dean with wide eyes, covered in blood. Almost immediately, they rushed towards Hope and pulled her into a hug.

"What happened?!" She rushed out and looked them both up and down with wide eyes. Not only did they have blood on them, but also dozens of cuts on their arms, legs, face, and neck. "Here!" She exclaimed and rushed into the kitchen, pulled out a bag of blood, and handed it to them. They scrunched their eyebrows and looked beyond disgusted. "It's my blood, you dweebs. Ever since I found out what my blood could do, I've been stashing them everywhere. Everyone in the pack has some, and so does the hospital even though my mom tried to stop me."

Dean grumbled about how disgusting it was before he took a big gulp of it, and then handed it to Sam who did the same.

"Now, tell me what the hell happened," Hope demanded and watched in amazement as their cuts healed completely.

"We were rolling into town to come check in on you and everyone else when these girls stepped in front of the car and all of a sudden, the car went flying back. Now, not only did we almost die, but they hurt baby!" Dean shouted out and ran a hand over his eyes. "I hate witches!" Hope crosses her arms and rose a brow at him which made him smile sheepishly at her. "Except you, sweetheart. I love you." He ruffled her hair which made her chuckle in response.

Stiles then stepped forward and decided to ruin the moment. "Those women who ruined your car and hurt you guys... well, they're witches, obviously." He cleared his throat as the brothers turned to him with narrowed eyes. "They have also been giving Hope nightmares and have been terrorizing the town for two days now. They've killed lots of people and we don't think they're going to stop anytime soon. Every time we get close to them, they end up escaping our grasps."

Dena ran a hand over his head and looked over at Hope who looked more tired than the last time they saw her. He angrily sighed and pulled her into a hug. "You can't seem to get a moment of peace, can you, kiddo?"

"Do you have any plan of action?" Sam asked as he gave Hope a worried look. She was just a kid for fucks sake, she deserves better than this life, better than all this death and destruction.

Scott sighed and shook his head. "We don't. Not really. We've tried to get one of the witches on her own to persuade her to convince the others that it's wrong. That went sideways when she disappeared and two more bodies showed up dead at the school, hung upside down in the principle office. Then, we tried to find where they were staying when the place blew up with us barely escaping. We tried to set a trap in the school when it backfired and hurt Stiles. Hope has tried to take control in her dreams to somehow figure out who and what they want, but that backfired also with Hope getting a nose bleed. We have tried everything and it all just backfires because they're two steps ahead of us at all times."

Dean groaned and rubbed Hope's back. "Well, you didn't have us before and we're going to make sure that these witches get what they have coming for them!"