Dean came back to the motel and found it empty. Maybe Sam and Sophie had both gone to get food or something―Sam had met back up with them a few days earlier, but it found that wasn't the case when he found a note.

'Demon in the area, went to go take care of it. Be back soon. OXOX -Sophie'

Dean let out a long sigh, he hated that she was off on her own, but he didn't know where she was or anything, therefore, he couldn't go help her. He checked his phone and saw nothing from her. He decided that showering might be best, he needed to clear his head from what he had just learned.

While he was in the shower, he heard the door to the room open and then close loudly and before he knew it, the bathroom door opened as well.

"Calm down, Dean, it's just me," Sophie's voice echoed in the room over the spray from the shower. Dean shut the water off and got out of the shower before grabbing his towel from the top of the toilet and wrapping it around his waist.

"What the hell happened?" his hand touched the side of her face and her turned her to face him.

"Nothing, I'm fine," there were three angry looking scratches on her face.

"The hell you are," Dean left the bathroom for a moment―still in his towel. He came back with a bottle of whiskey, he put some on a wash cloth. "Hop up on the sink," Sophie just looked at him for a moment and then he placed his hands on her hips before lifting her onto the sink. She rolled her eyes at him and he dabbed the wash cloth to her face. Sophie cringed a little, but once she got used to the pain, she turned her attention to Dean. His green eyes were focused on her cheek, disinfecting her wound. His other hand reached up to cup her right cheek, his calloused fingers caressing her cheek gently. "Soph, why didn't you just wait for me? I would've gone with you..." he removed the towel from her cheek and she just shrugged before picking up the nearly full bottle of whiskey. She took a swig and he gave her a strange look, but didn't comment before she spoke next.

"I'm used to being on my own, now, Dean. I've learned to adapt." He let out a sad sigh. "It's fine though, maybe it's a good thing," she smiled before taking another swig. "I'm more independent now...I can take care of myself."

"I thought you didn't drink?" he found himself asking as she too took a swig.

"I do now." She rested her hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer before she kissed him deeply. Dean kissed her back, and his hand ran up her back and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"You taste like whiskey," he said pulling back and kissing her again. She giggled into the kiss before pulling away. "Did you find anything out?"

"I don't want to talk about that," he kissed down her jaw and to her collar bone. Dean undid the buttons of his flannel―that she was wearing and she let out another giggle.

When Sam walked into the room he heard moans right before he saw the bathroom door open and his brother's bare backside―all of it.

"Jesus," Sam shielded his eyes. The bathroom door slammed shut and Sam sighed. He did not need to see that. Instead of saying anything about it, he set the food on the table and then flopped back on his bed right before hearing Sophie very clearly say Dean's name. Five minutes later, Sophie and Dean walked out of the bathroom―with clothes on this time.

"Sorry Sammy," Dean said. "We didn't know when you'd be back."

"In the bathroom though?" he asked. Sophie's cheeks burned as she moved to the bed. She sat down and ran a brush through her hair before pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Like I said, we didn't know when you'd be here."

"At least it wasn't my bed..." he murmured. "There's food on the table for you guys."

Dean and Sophie ate before lying down for the night. Though Dean didn't used to be one for cuddling, he couldn't get close enough to Sophie lately. She rested her head on his chest as his arm was around her back.

"I know you didn't want to talk about it earlier...but what did you find out?" she asked him.

"The angels saved me, Soph. Frickin' angles."

"What? Why? I didn't even know angels existed."

"I don't know for sure, but there are rumours about a war, angels vs. demons."

"And they brought you back because you can fight demons?"

"I guess so."

"Wow...I mean that's good though, right?" she asked and he gave her a little nod.

"Yeah, I don't really trust all of that but we'll have to find out more, I guess...Let's get some sleep, baby."

"Okay," she agreed. "I love you, Dean."

"Love you too, Soph."

Sophie looked around the room she didn't recognise. It was nicely decorated and it was way too expensive for any of them to afford. Plus, there were cheeseburgers sitting on the table. She cocked an eyebrow and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. There were also paintings on the walls, she tried to make sense of them but they appeared as a little blurry, she couldn't tell what they actually were.

"Sophronia."

She inwardly groaned. She hated when people used her real name. She had heard it far too many times from Azazel. Sophie fit her much better.

"Sophie," she corrected, not even seeing who was there. She met the blue eyes of a rather attractive looking man. She got this vibe from him that he was different.

"Sophie," he said, his voice was deep.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked.

"My name's Castiel and I'm an angel." An angel? She wondered if he was the same one who Dean had talked to.

"What do you want?" she questioned. "And what's with this room?"

A second later, the room changed into one that was much more familiar. It was the living room of her childhood home.

"Is this better?"

"No," she said right away. With a sigh, he changed it to the home in Georgia she was living in when Sam and Dean had found her and Rowan.

"I would guess you're wondering why demons seem to be after you?"

"There's a hit on me, I know about that," Dean didn't, but Sophie knew that the demons wanted her dead for some reason. "Why?"

"Your destiny is to have a child."

"A child I don't―"

"Would you listen?" Castiel was beginning to get frustrated. "I'm trying to tell you."

"Sorry," she murmured.

"You and Dean Winchester are to have a child and it will have a lot of power over the demons."

"What kind of power?"

"You'll find that out soon enough. For now, you must just prepare to have this child."

"I don't want children," Sophie said.

"It is your destiny."

"Do you really think I care? I don't want children. I just won't have sex and it can't happen."

"The deed is already done," Castiel watched as Sophie realised what he meant.

"The bathroom..." He nodded.

"That's right, do not try to do anything to harm it either because it won't work."

Sophie couldn't have done that anyway, no matter how much she didn't want to be a mum. "Is that why you brought Dean back?"

"I cannot answer that."

"But―"

Sophie sat straight up in the bed with tears in her eyes. Dean woke up right after and looked at her with worried eyes.

"What's wrong?"

With tears in her eyes, Sophie buried her head against his chest. It wasn't everyday that you heard from an angel that you were pregnant, after all.

AN: Thanks for reading, please review! If you guys ever have questions or suggestions, feel free to PM me as well! And I'm so sorry I didn't post this Saturday, when I meant to, I ended up at a tattoo parlor and then last night I got one too :) Keep up the reviews!