**Grace Nevermore** Supernatural Fanfiction: Book Three

Part Twelve: Her Only Hope

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The bunker was silent; Sophie had told him everything: the moment of conception, the hybrid offspring, even her vision of another Apocalypse down to the last detail, and for the last several minutes all Dean could do was stare. His skin was a shade lighter, his eyes round in disbelief. His fingers kept curling and uncurling, in and out of fists at his sides. Sophie stared back at him, her heart pounding violently against her chest, waiting for some kind of answer. The longer he remained silent, the more dismal everything seemed. She wanted to scream at him, beg him to say something for the tension was about to drive her mad. What was he waiting for? Finally, he switched his weight from his right leg to his left, exchanging a look with Sam who had also remained, waiting silently. Dean swallowed, his hazel orbs glossing over as he met Sophie's face. He cleared his throat, but he voice was still gruff. "I... I have to go."

Sophie's stomach dropped, watching as Dean turned to leave. She followed after him, "Wait, Dean. No." She reached for him, grabbing him firmly by the bicep. She looked up at him pleadingly, but his gaze remained averted. "Please, Dean... You can't. I... I can't do this alone."

Dean's breathing was shallow and he tensed at her touch. Sophie felt tears threatening to spill from her eyes as he pulled away from her. "I can't talk about this right now. Claire needs me."

Sophie's arm fell limp at her side and she watched Dean leave. She stared at his absence for a moment before hanging her head. She sniffled, rubbing her wet eyes ferociously with the tips of her fingers. Castiel was gone again, and now Dean, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She was done crying, she was done feeling helpless and weak. She was going to get Dean to talk to her, and she was going to stop her vision from coming true.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she knew by the gentle touch that it was Sam. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on top of her head. "He has to come back..."

Sophie nodded against his chest. "I know..."

"You were right to tell him," Sam rubbed her back in small circles. He pulled her away, and she head to strain her neck just to look up at him. "It may have not been the reaction you were hoping for, but he needed to know. If anyone can make him understand, it's you."

There was a shadow of a smile on her face and she patted his chest. "You always know the right things to say, Sammy. Dean will come around," she paused, looking over her shoulder toward the door, "Even if I have to make him."

"Do you think getting rid of the Mark of Cain will somehow change how the Nephilim turn out?"

"I don't know, but right now it's our only option." She placed her hand on her swollen stomach and turned back to face him. "In my vision, Dean was a demon and I have a feeling that's what set them on a dark path. If my instincts are correct, every choice Dean makes influence their growth. Put simply... Your nephews' fate is in his hands."