1) Amazing Grace

He sat at the back of the church, praying to the Father. Being inside the House of God once again felt like home to him. However, his pace and quiet were short-lived when he heard the patter of feet from afar and the first notes emitted by the church's grand piano. Castiel opened his eyes and focused on the sound. The unmistakable melody of Amazing Grace filled the church as it flew off the fingertips of the unknown pianist. He listened intently when he heard a thud next to him. Sprawled on the floor was a little blond boy, along with a violin case. Castiel helped the boy up and handed him the case. "Are you alright?" he asked.

The little boy nodded "Thanks, mister", he replied. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around before".

Those glassy blue eyes that should have looked innocent were anything but. They've seen too much, Castiel thought. "No, I've been here before".

"Oh, okay. Her, mister, d o you like pianos?"

Castiel nodded. The boy pointed to the pianist and said, "That's my mommy over there. She works here; c'mon, I'll introduce you to her".

He was just about to decline when they boy took his hand and dragged him off. "Hi, Mommy!"

Quickly, she withdrew her hands off the piano and smiled. "Hey, honey", she said, taking the boy in her arms. "Who's your friend?"
She means me. "I tripped coming in here, and he helped me up", he replied, grinning. "And he liked pianos, too. Hey, mister, what's your name?"

"Castiel".

At the sound of his name, the pianist turned to him. Her pale face was framed with caramel locks and set with bright green eyes fringed in black. Her expression remained unreadable until, to the boy, she said, "Why don't you go put up your violin? And while you're at it, go say hi to the reverend. I'm sure he'd love you see you".

She pecked him on the cheek before watching him trot off. "Castiel, huh?" she said, turning back to him. "Isn't that an angel's name?"

"It is".

"I see". Then she folded her arms across her chest as if guarding something. "Well, thanks for helping Wyatt. He can be quite a handful sometimes".

Castiel nodded. "Take care", he said, and with that he left.

As soon as he was gone, Wyatt came back out and sat on the piano stool. "Where's Mr. Castiel?" he asked, pressing down on the keys.

"He just left", she replied, taking a seat beside him.

Soon, they started playing a Vivaldi piece. As they did, she said, "You know how I feel about you talking to strangers, right?"

"But we already know his name. And he did like listening to you play".

"You think so?"

Wyatt nodded. He kept playing when she kissed the top of his head and pulled him into her arms. "I just want you to be careful", she whispered into a thicket of blonde hair.

"I know".

Sophie breathed in the scent of his shampoo, her caramel curls cascading down to his face as she blew them off. They both giggled. I don't want to lose you, she thought. I just don't trust him.