Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters, I do however own Sophie and Joshua
NOTE: Now not everything will be right, I have to alter some things for it to fit into the story. And I'm not following the eppys, just going with the flow and whatever comes to mind. And I know Dean would never suggest abortion, and, trust me, that would never happen in one of my stories.
Sophie and Dean had a thing when they were 18, until Cassie came along and Dean started to stray away from Sophie eventually leaving her for Cassie. Around that time Sophie found out she was pregnant and told Dean, which resulted in him panicking and suggesting them not having it. So with that, and a slap from Sophie's part, Sophie packed up and left Dean and hasn't looked back since. Now it's been about 9 years and when a supernatural situation comes up in her town, Sophie calls John Winchester for help.
Sophie sighed as she pulled her hair back into a messy pony tail, last night was a long and tiring night, especially
with having Dean in her house. At least she called off work today.
Walking out of her bedroom and down the hallway to Joshua's room to wake him up for school.
"Joshua. School." Sophie knocked on his door, getting a murmur in return. "Come on, baby. You have to get ready."
"Okay." Joshua called out quietly.
With that, Sophie moved down the hallway to gather his homework up and put it in his backpack. But halfway down the
hall Joshua's voice caught her.
"Mom!" Joshua called out.
"Yeah?" Sophie froze, waiting for his reply.
"Can you come here? I-I need you." He called back hoarsely.
Sophie's one eyebrow rose and she headed back down the hallway to his room and opened the door.
He was sitting up in bed holding his arm, looking at it. That's when Sophie noticed the marks on his neck.
"Joshua!" She rushed forward, pushing his sleeves back to get a better look at his wrists. "How did you get these?"
Joshua shrugged. "I-I don't know."
"Okay. It's okay." Sophie said quietly, pushing her son's hair back out of his eyes. Grabbing his hand and helping
him out of bed. "Come on, I have to call someone."
Joshua nodded and just followed his Mom down to the living room, where she placed him on the couch and grabbed
the phone off it's hook on the entertainment stand.
Pacing back and forth as she dialed the number she was given yesterday, sighing when he answered. "Dean! I need
you guys!"
"What's wrong?" Dean asked groggily.
Sophie took a deep breath, feeling ill. "He's got marks. They're on his-- on his wrists and neck."
Dean was alert immediately, up and searching for his clothes as he smacked Sam's head to wake him. "Is he okay??"
"Yeah. Yeah. I didn't notice any other marks or anything. He's just acting a little off." Sophie went back to pacing.
"Okay. He's going to be all right." There was some noise in the background followed by a, "God damn-it, Sam! Get
up!" Then the sound of some one's pants zipper. "It's okay. Just stay calm, I'm on my way."
Sophie took another deep breath. "O-okay."
Hanging up the phone she turned to Joshua. "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" She sat next to him and rested his head
on her shoulder.
"I guess okay. I don't know." He said, rubbing his wrists.
"How so?" Sophie asked, lifting his one hand and placing it on her lap, looking it over.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "I just feel a little odd."
"Okay." Sophie nodded. "Mommy's friends are coming over again today, is it okay with you if Sam and Dean look at your
marks?"
Joshua just nodded silently.
"Mom?" Joshua asked a few moments later.
"Yes?" Sophie ran her fingers through his hair.
"Do I have to go to school today?" Sophie smiled a little.
Shaking her head, Sophie replied, "No, hun, you don't."
"Good. Because I'm tired." He said quietly.
Sophie just sat there, looking down at him as she rocked them back and forth soothingly.
A car pulled in just a few short seconds later.
Hearing the brakes squeal Sophie let go of Joshua and stood up, looking out the double windows the couch was against. She
seen Dean get out and run up the walkway to her house, Sam hurrying after him.
Sophie was almost to the door when Dean had it swinging open, almost smacking off the end stand by the couch.
Dean looked around frantically, his eyes finally landing on Joshua sitting on the couch. Dean hurried over just as Sam ran
through the door.
"Hey Josh, how are you?" Dean asked, sitting down beside him on the couch, trying to act casual.
Joshua shrugged.
"Mind if I check out your bruises, bud?" Dean asked.
Joshua looked up at Dean, eyeing him, then over at his Mom, who nodded, then back over at Dean. "Sure."
Dean lifted Joshua's wrists onto his lap and looked them over. "Do you know how you got these?"
Joshua shook his head. "No clue. I didn't do anything do get these."
Dean nodded then looked up at Sophie, who was standing beside Sam, and motioned his head in Joshua's
direction. "Is there anything else that's wrong?"
"I don't know. He said that he was tired and didn't feel right." Sophie moved closer and sat on the other side
of Joshua.
"Okay. Josh, bud, why don't you chill out on the couch while Sam and I go talk to your Mom in the kitchen?
You okay with that?" Dean asked.
"Okay, sure." Joshua said, laying down as Dean stood up.
Sophie stood up as well and handed him a pillow and covered him up with the throw that was on the back of
the couch.
"I'll be in the kitchen. Yell for me if you need anything, okay baby?" Sophie whispered, kissing his forehead.
Joshua nodded and started to drift off to sleep.
In the kitchen Sophie handed Sam and Dean both a cup of coffee.
She sighed and ran her hands through her hair as she leaned forward, resting on her elbows against the island
in front of her.
"So what do you do? How can you make this go away?" Sophie asked.
"Well, we need to know more about this Mrs. Jennings past. Got anymore info?" Sam asked.
Sophie shook her head, trying to think.
"Umm, she was a very nice old lady. She was always nice, I just can't understand why she married Jim." Sophie
said.
"Jim?" Dean asked, looking up from his coffee cup.
Sophie nodded. "Yeah. Mean old man. He'd yell at the kids when their balls or toys would end up in his yard, and
they'd go to get it. Actually one time he even chased Joshua down the street with his garden hose."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Because of a ball?"
"Yeah." Sophie nodded. "I don't know about anybody else in this neighborhood, but I was relieved when the old man
died, as bad as that sounds."
"When did he die?" Sam asked.
Sophie scratched her neck. "Hmm. About 4 years ago. Mrs. Jennings was crushed. No matter how mean he got, she
still loved him."
"Huh." Dean said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Maybe it's not Mrs. Jennings. Maybe it's Jim seeking revenge."
Sophie and Sam looked at him.
"I'm thinking he's going after the kids to make the parents hurt. Everyone was upset when Old Lady Jennings died,
right?" Dean said.
Sophie rolled her eyes. "Mrs. Jennings. And yes, everyone was deeply depressed."
"So what if he's pissed off because everyone threw a party when he died and everyone was depressed when
his wife died?" Dean told them.
"This is his way of getting back at everyone?" Sam asked, Sophie's jaw dropped.
Sophie went to say something but was cut short when she heard a coughing noise come from the living room.
"Joshua?" No reply. "Joshua, honey are you okay?"
Sam and Dean looked at one another.
"Joshua James Carter!" When no reply came again, she took off for the living room, Dean and Sam behind her.
When they reached the living they seen Joshua laying on the couch sweating profusely and shivering.
"Joshua!" Sophie ran over to him and pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead, at feeling the sweat she
noticed it was cold. "Josh, look at me." He was shivering holding his eyes shut tight.
Dean hurried over and sat on the edge of the couch running his hands over his face, turning his head to the
side completely confused when he noticed the rope burns on his neck were gone. He lifted both of Joshua's
hand and noticed no more rope burns on his wrists either.
"What's wong with him?!" Sophie practically screamed as Joshua started to shake more.
"I don't know!" Dean replied.
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