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Chapter Seven
Sophia sat in the back of the Impala as they drove to the site where Cas told them her father was at. Her mind was racing to all sorts of things, but not focusing on anything. Her heart was hurting and she was starting to feel the weight of her situation. Her best friend Casey was dead because of her. Her dad was possessed because of her. Lucas was dead because of her. Sammy. If anything happened to Sam because of her she wouldn't be able to live with herself.
"Can we stop please?" Her voice was so soft the guys almost didn't hear her.
"Are you okay?" Sam half turned in his seat and saw how pale she was.
"No, I think I'm going to throw up." she said as Dean jerked the car to the side of the road.
"Do not throw up in my baby." He said as she flung open the door and nearly fell over on the uneven ground. She heard both the doors open and knew the guys were getting out.
"I just need a moment please." she tried to keep the tears out of her voice as she walked away from them.
"You go do the chick flick moment with her and make it quick." Dean told Sam as he got back into the impala.
These were not his best things to deal with. He was more kicking ass and having sex type of person. Although he would never admit it out loud he actually liked Sophia. Once she relaxed she was easy to get along with. She could go toe to toe with him when it came to teasing and joking around. Sam obviously cared for her and she cared for him. If she was a different girl he would have turned on the panty dropping charm and been done with her. Now here he sat in his baby while his brother was dealing with the emotional mess that she was about to unload.
"Soph, I know this is a lot to deal with." Sam started, but she held up her hand.
"I'm not going to do this right now okay Sammy." she took a deep calming breath as she pushed her feelings down.
"It's okay you've been through a lot." He told her as he stood just behind her.
"This is not the time nor the place." She said feeling like at any given moment she was going to break down into a million pieces.
"I'm here whenever you're ready." he told her as they stood there her with her back to him and him waiting for her to decide what she was going to do next.
"He's my dad Sam." Sam noticed that she only called him Sam when she was in a serious mood." I can't lose him too." she swiped at the hated tear that slid down her cheek." I don't know what to do here. I am so far out of my box I don't even know where it is anymore." another tear fell down her cheek.
Sam remained silent not knowing what to tell her that would make her feel better.
"I'm good now, let's get going so, that we can figure out how to save him and all that." she sighed as she turned to face Sam.
"When we get there he's not going to be your dad." He told her as she closed her eyes." He'll look like him. He'll sound like him. He will tell you things that he swears comes from your dad and they won't be. They will be lies." she opened her eyes and he looked her deep into her depths."No matter what you can't believe him." she let out the breath he hadn't known she was holding.
"You asked me to trust you." She reminded him as she nodded." I do. I trust you with my life and now I'm trusting you with my dad's. There has to be away to save him." she saw the doubt flash in Sam's eyes.
"If there is I promise you we'll do it." He vowed as they got back into the car.
Dean looked over at Sam then back at Sophia through the review mirror.
"We're all good." Sophia said as her eyes met Dean's.
"Good." He said as he started back on the road.
The rest of the ride was silent as Sophia tried to prepare herself for the possibility she might lose her father. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. Her dad might have been a lousy dad to her after her mom died, but he was still her dad. She had to try to save him. She owed him that much. Would he do the same for her? She doubted that he would. She mentally shook herself to get rid of the unwanted memories that were surfacing.
