2) The reason I live
"Dean, are you sure about this?" Sam asked as they drove down the road.
Looking incredulously at his brother, he replied, "You heard Cas. I just want to get this over with".
"You do know she's not going to give up the kid that easily, right? I mean, she sold her soul to a demon just to keep him safe. This isn't going to be easy".
"It never is".
Sophie was making dinner when the doorbell rang. "Wyatt, can you get that?" she yelled, popping the lasagna into the oven.
"Alright, I'm coming!"
He bounded down the stairs and pushed a stool up to the door so he could see through the peep hole. His eyes widened at what he saw. Running back to the kitchen, he yelled, "Mommy, Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean are here!"
"Are they?" What do they want?
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she opened the door. Sure enough, there they stood in all their hunters' glory—whatever glory that may be. While Wyatt tackled Sam into a hug, Sophie hugged Dean. "What are you guys doing here?" she whispered.
She must have been loud enough for even Sam to hear, because he replied, "We'll explain later".
She pulled away from dean and smiled. "Well, you're just in time for dinner. Come in".
They gathered round the table, feasting on salad, garlic bread, and lasagna. Nodding towards the baby grand, Dean asked, "You still playing?"
Sophie nodded. "Mommy plays for the church now. You should hear her sometime; she sounds really good", said Wyatt. "Mr. Castiel liked her music".
As soon as the Winchester brothers stopped to look at him, so did Sophie, but she mostly focused on the expressions on their faces. "Who's Mr. Castiel?" Sam asked.
"We met him at the church this afternoon. He likes pianos, too".
Then Sophie cleared her throat loudly enough for the rest of them to look at her. "Honey, why don't you take your dinner and finish it upstairs? We grownups have to talk about…grown-up stuff".
"Okay", he said, hopping off his seat. "Bye Uncle Sam, bye Uncle Dean".
They smiled and waved at him as he left. As soon as he was out of sight, Sophie asked, "So who's this Castiel? Anyone wanna tell me what's going on?"
The brothers sighed, looking at each other for an answer. Finally, Sam said, "Sophie—"
"No, don't 'Sophie' me! You two don't just drop by my doorstep to say hello. Why are you here anyway?"
"It's because of Wyatt", said Dean. "Castiel's an angel, and—"
"First it was demons, and now angels, too? Who's next, the Tooth Fairy?" she replied. "The guy I saw this afternoon had a trench coat on, and I couldn't see his wings anywhere! He didn't even carry a harp, and you expect me to believe you?"
"They're not as cute as you think they are, alright? They…smite people, and they do whatever the man upstairs tells them to. Trust me; Castiel's one of them".
What, is that his first or last name? She thought. "What does he want with us?"
"He said he needed Wyatt", Dean replied. "Sophie, you and I both know what the kid can ado. That's why he wants him".
"What's this, and order from above?" she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're asking me to give up the reason I'm alive".
Sam got up and walked towards her, staying only at arm's length. "Look, I know—"
"No, you don't Sam!" She looked at him defiantly, daring him to answer back. "You're asking me to give up my child. Don't you think that's a little too much?"
"Nobody's asking you to give up anything", said Dean. "He just wants to borrow him".
"So now he's a piece of property? Seriously, can you even hear yourself?"
All they head for the next few minutes were the sounds of their own breathing. Finally, Dean asked, "So it's a no, right?"
"What?"
"For Wyatt; it's a no, then?"
"He's seen too much when it was just me. I just want him to forget about everything that's happened". She smiled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her hear. "You know, he's turning six 2 months from now".
"Well, tell him we said Happy Birthday in advance", said Dean.
"I'll do that. Besides, he loves you guys anyway".
Then they left. After saying their goodbyes, Sam was the first one to go out the door while Dean stayed behind. Grabbing Dean's arm, she pulled him back in and said, "So we understand each other on this, right? I don't want Wyatt involved in any of this".
He nodded. "Take care of yourself, Soph. The kid, too".
I intend to, she thought.
Just like Castiel, he left. Unlike him, thought, she didn't stick around and watch him go. .