3) All hell will break loose

As soon as his brother got out of the house, Sam asked, "So is that it?"

Dean cocked an eyebrow and him. "Is that what?"

"Are the angels going to leave them alone now?"

He shook his head as he opened the car door. "Far from it. Something tells me all hell will break loose".

"She refused. I knew it", said Uriel, his eyes opening. "Why can't we just take the boy and get it over with? Better yet, why can't she just let the boy decide?"

"It'll tear them apart", Castiel replied, resting his elbows against his knees. "He's already forged a connection with her as his mother. He might not cooperate if we just snatch him away from her".

"There's no blood that binds them together. I don't understand how she can care for someone who isn't even related to her".

Humans and their emotions, Castiel thought. They seem so complex and complicated.

"I'll go talk to her", he said, and disappeared.

"Mommy, where are we going?"

Wyatt stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto his violin as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "We have to disappear for a while", said Sophie as she bounded down the stairs with two duffel bags at hand.

She stopped in front of Wyatt and knelt in front of him. Cupping his cheek in her hand, she asked, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't understand. Why do we have to leave?"

Sophie sighed and pulled the boy into a hug. "Honey, I'm so sorry", she whispered. "I promise everything's gonna be okay".

She kissed his forehead and proceeded on to her work. Before she could even open the door, Wyatt asked, "Is it Alistair again, Mommy? Are the demons bothering you?"

She gripped the doorknob. I'd know how to deal with the…if it were them. She turned around and smiled, hoping to reassure him. "No, baby. It's different this time".

Then she opened the door, revealing the trench coated angel. Castiel. Quickly, she shut the door, only to be stopped by the angel's hand. "I suggest you go back in right now", he said, his blue eyes boring into her.

Sophie kept a tight grip on the door as she stared back and Castiel. Angel or not, he's not going to get in my way. She felt the familiar thrum of power on the fingertips—courtesy of Alistair's meddling. Dropping the bags, she pressed her hands onto his chest and shoved him as hard as she could, her hands crackling with wild electricity. She did manage to move him just a tad bit, but it wasn't enough. Grabbing her by the wrists, he pulled her close and whispered, "You know not what you do".

Then he drove his knee upwards, hitting her squarely on the stomach. She doubled over, her vision fading. She would have fallen if it weren't for Castiel supporting her weight. The last thing she heard was Wyatt yelling, "Mommy!"