Random adventures of Sophie the Strange!

Off to Neverland! Part2

I woke up to birds chirping and the sound of soft snoring and people shuffling around in the distance. I felt something warm and small worm it's way deeper into my embrace, I looked down to find Andrew. I smiled in fondness of how he wimpered just a little as I moved, but I knew we had to get moving if we wanted any breakfast. I stayed down for a few minutes rubbing his back until he was semi awake, humming an old song I learned when I was a kid. He groaned pathetically and I softly chuckled as I slid the little boy into a sitting position on my lap, he immediately put all his weight on me, leaning on my chest and putting his head in the crook of my neck. I kept rubbing his back in soothing circles and humming until he was responsive enough for words.

"C'mon baby boy," I coaxed. "Gotta be waking up now," he lazily picked his head up a little to look at me with droopy eyes before promptly plopping back where he had been. I sighed. "If you don't wake up, there won't be any breakfast left, honey."

He turned his head, still on my shoulder. "Will you cawy me? I'll be good awl day, pwomise." His voice sounding much younger as he forgot how to enunciate in his drowsiness. I found it adorable. I sighed again.

"Ok, but just this morning," I gave in, kissing his forehead as his eyes fluttered shut again when I stood up, the only difference in his slumped posture being that his head slid down to use my cleavage as a pillow and for a second, holding this little kid, I felt like a mom. It scared the crap out of me, but it wasn't all bad. I mentally shook off the thought, I can't have kids anyway, and even though I was sad about that, there's no reason to let it depress me. But Andrew was like the son I'll never have, so I will enjoy him while I can. I began walking out of the tent, following the rest of the sleepy teenage boys who were giving Pip envious looks to a long table made of a tree split in half, with smooth rocks around it for seats I guess. Sam and Dean were already up, looking rested, sitting next to my brother, who looked like poo. He had bags under his eyes and redness around his irises, his hair a mess and he was dirty. I looked up and down to find his roomate and found him at the right side of the head of the table, where I'm guessing Pan will sit, looking as chipper as he gets, being so serious all the time. Well, I'm gonna get an ear full of this one. I walked over to my group where they had saved a seat for me, the order being Dean Sam Me and James. James stared at the little bundle in my arms and rolled his eyes, scooting over another seat. He knows me so well. I tried to set him down on the seat next to me but he cringed away from the rock, clinging to me with a wimper. I let him sit in my lap, rocking him.

'We are NOT taking him.' Dean mouthed at me. I stuck my tounge out, then turned to Slim-Jim, speaking in a normal volume.

"What happened to you?" I asked, genuinely concerned even though I could probably guess. He looked at me with desperate eyes, then turned to glower at Felix, who smiled back. James' fist clenched.

"Satan has a son. His name is Felix." He growled lowly and I laughed at his choice of words. Even though Lucifer did invent the sin of lust, he's never actually had sex. He always thought it still a sacred thing that his dad made for people married under his name, go figure. I found this out very recently, to be exact. He's not ashamed, but he doesn't exactly flaunt it, ya know? Being the Devil has its obligations. James turned his glare to me, not sure why I was laughing. Oh, yeah, I kept Luci's secret, I'm the only non angel who's aware, and I found out by accident.

"Whatever it was couldn't have been that bad." I said, leaving the door wide open for him to rant. He fully turned towards me, his anger for Felix showing proudly on his face.

"No, he is worse company than Satan. We enter the tent right? One bed. I didn't mind sleeping on the other side of the tent on the floor but noo. He gave me this creepy pervert grin and insisted we share a bed, and of course I said 'no, that's okay, I'm good' so he stops smiling and looks like he's about to kill me. And he's not my size but he looks like one of those shoot up the school types and he has a huge club that he's pointing at me saying 'Get. In. The. Bed.' And he points to it, 'Now.' So I'm getting kind of scared like I'm about to get raped and then he takes a look at my face and just starts laughing. He goes 'It's not a butt thing, I just have my orders.' I'm still kinda wary so I'm nod like sure, sure, okay. I get in the stupid bed like an idiot and he's still just standing there, staring at me, so I'm really uncomfortable and he just looks me up and down, like he's gonna eat me. I'm about to make a run for it when he goes 'Soo, you sleep with boots on?' And I feel stupid so I take my jacket and shoes off and get back on the bed and scoot as far over as I can while still being on the bed and what does this guy do instead of just taking his shoes off and not making it weird? He strips down to boxers and takes up almost all the space. Then he just starts talking to me about just crap that he's done, that he's seen, and I don't scare easy but I thought if I blinked that night I was going to die, he was going to kill me. I almost pissed the bed when he started snoring, and another thing! He farts in his sleep, all night!" He was so riled up I had to remind him to lower his voice. He continued in a much lower tone.
"I close my eyes and sleep for five minutes, five, and I wake up chained to the tent support and gagged. He was digging around in this trunk and as I was hyperventilating he pulled out a bottle of whiskey and was drinking. 'You woke me up, idiot. Talking in your sleep.' And I know I do that but what normal human being ties someone up for it? He finished the bottle while just randomly insulting me, and telling me what I'm gonna have to do now that I'm a lost boy, and their were innuendos, it's like being a cell mate with a sadistic criminal. Eventually he gets back in the bed and punches me in the ribs. 'Go back to sleep.' Ha, not likely. In seconds he's snoring again, and get this, he kicks too. By morning he was practically sleeping on me and it was so not cool because he had really bad morning breath and morning w-" He cut off abruptly as a hand clamped on his shoulder from behind, and I had been signing at him to shut up for a few seconds because Felix had just walked up.