S6 E14
"Bobby what's up?" Dean answered the phone brusquely as usual.
"It's Sophie," Bobby replied.
Dean was already heading for the car.
"What happened?" He asked.
"She's fine she just…" Bobby trailed off.
"Bobby!" Dean snapped, "What happened?"
"She had a real bad seizure," Bobby said, "First one in a while. But she hit her head. I got it fixed up and she's gonna be fine but…"
"I'll be there in," Dean checked his map and cursed, "Twenty five hours."
"We'll be waiting," Bobby assured him, "I've got her. Just get here."
Dean hung up.
"Sam!" He snapped, "You got this for a day or so? Sophie's hurt and I've got to go check on her."
"Everything's under control," Sam assured him, "I'm not sure how she feels about me at the moment. But if things are okay, then give her a hug from me."
"Thanks man," Dean said, climbing into the Impala and starting the engine.
He drove straight through. Which was probably inadvisable. But by chugging three cups of coffee every time he stopped for gas, he made it.
It was dusk when he parked and rushed up the steps to Bobby's front door. He ran in without knocking. Sophie was curled up asleep on the couch, cut on her head closed with butterfly bandages. Bobby was at his desk reading.
"She okay?" Dean asked as he rushed into the room and sat down next to her. She didn't stir.
"She'll be fine," Bobby assured him, "No concussion. She's got news though."
"What?" Dean asked, "No concussion? Bobby why did you call me?"
"Because she hit her head, thought you'd want to come," Bobby shrugged.
"Bullshit," Dean challenged, "She's fine."
"But…" Bobby sighed, "She had big news she didn't want to tell you over the phone. And you deserved to hear it sooner rather than later."
"She's not…" Dean rested a hand on Sophie's belly.
"Not pregnant," Bobby replied, "She'll tell you when she wakes up. Now I'm gonna go get some shuteye. You stay with her."
Dean stretched out on the couch next to her, tucking that familiar weight of her body up against his chest. He was far too wired to sleep, so he just held her, appreciating the sound of her breathing, the familiar smell of spices and incense, beeswax, lavender and sourdough.
He'd finally drifted off when early morning sunlight woke him. Sophie was still fast asleep on his chest. He wasn't about to wake her, even though he wanted desperately to know whatever news it was she'd been waiting to tell him.
Eventually, nearing eight o'clock, she stirred against his chest.
"Hey, good morning," he murmured, kissing her head, "Heard you gave Bobby a heart attack?"
"It wasn't even that bad," Sophie assured him, rubbing her eyes blearily, "Promise. But thanks for coming. It means a lot."
"Yeah, Bobby called," Dean said gently, "Wish I could've gotten here quicker. But it's a long way from the east coast to South Dakota."
"I appreciate it," Sophie replied, "You want breakfast? I could make waffles."
"That'd be great baby," Dean said, "No rush though. I want you well rested."
"Okay," Sophie agreed, "Later then."
She lay back down and cuddled in closer, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.
"Hey babe," Dean prompted. He shouldn't ask. He should wait for her to bring it up. But he wanted to know.
"Yeah?" Sophie opened one eye.
"Bobby said you had news?" Dean asked.
"Oh he did?" Sophie sat up suddenly, swaying a little. Dean reached out to steady her.
"Hopefully not bad news?" Dean continued.
"No," Sophie said, "Not bad. Actually really good. Kinda life changing."
"You're not…" Dean put a hand on her belly and trailed off. Bobby had told him no. But he wanted confirmation.
"No. We're not pregnant," Sophie's tone was placating now, "Not that life changing."
"What is it babe?" Dean asked, "Put me out of my misery already."
"I…um…got a job," Sophie said, sounding sheepish, avoiding his eyes.
"That's great babe," Dean replied, "Doing what?"
"I'm a professor now," Sophie said in a rush, "University of Iowa. So it's not like a prestigious school or anything. But it's all online. So I can still come hunt with you and Sam…if you'll have me and…"
"That's amazing Sophie," Dean stopped her, "That's amazing."
"It comes with a lot of benefits…like a lot. I mean there's the pay for starters…and then getting summers off. Tenure track. And once I make tenure I start getting sabbatical which will be great. And I get to use all that meteorology training I've been semi-wasting for the last couple years," Sophie said, "I'm actually pretty excited about it."
"What are you teaching?" Dean asked.
"Particle physics, climate and ecological modeling, that kind of stuff," Sophie replied.
"And it's all on the computer?" Dean prodded.
"100%," Sophie assured him.
"So you still want to come with us?" Dean asked.
"Absolutely," Sophie said, "Just give me a couple days to get my stuff organized and finish bouncing back from this last seizure and…" "Take all the time you need babe," Dean kissed her forehead, "I've got to get back to Sam. So I'll leave first thing tomorrow. But then we'll come back. We'll come get you. And we'll all be on the road together. Alright? That's what you want?"
"That's what I want," Sophie nodded.
"Congratulations," Dean hugged her tight, "I'm so proud of you." "Thanks love," Sophie murmured.
"This calls for pie," Dean declared.
Sophie giggled, "What are you gonna make it then? I just had a seizure. Remember?"
"Bobby!" Dean shouted vaguely in the direction of the steps, "We need pie!"