**Grace Nevermore** Supernatural Fanfiction: Book Three

Part Fifteen: Solving Problems

**A/N: Just a reminder: I updated Chapter Fourteen and added some more information, so you need to go back and read it if you haven't already! This chapter is a long one, but something is gonna happen that you won't wanna miss. Don't forget to vote and comment to your hearts content. Happy Easter, lovlies!**

Those eight words held so much power, and it sucked the air right out of the room. Sophie chest began to tighten as Dean's jaw slackened, his brows knitted tightly, his eyes filling with an all too familiar guilt and a dewy haze. Dean's orbs flittered down to his feet, his left hand slowly reaching across his abdomen and latching itself over the Mark of Cain on his opposite arm. His grip tightened and his expression quickly turned into that of anger, his teeth clenched and lips snarling. Sophie flinched as he screamed, flailing his arms to the the nearest object and shoving it off into the ground. "SON OF A BITCH!"

"Dean!" Sophie wailed, linking her arms around his bicep. Dean groaned, trying to shrug out of her grasp, but she held firm. "Dean, I know the odds seem against us, but we can't lose hope... There has to be a way-"

"Out of this? Like there's a way out of the Mark." Sophie bit down on her lower lip and averted her eyes. "This was suppose to be my curse, not yours. I was suppose to protect you- keep you safe! DAMMIT!"

Sophie retracted from Dean as he pounded his fist on the table, lowering his head against the wood. He had given up, and it was plain to see... If he hadn't, if he had had a shred of hope left for himself, he would have had a little reassurance for her. But even Sophie had more hope for him than she did herself... All Dean had was a Mark, a curse... How did she reverse pregnancy?

The bedroom door opened and Sophie's attention was drawn to Sam. He was alarmed and curious, his eyes instantly met with Dean who was glaring daggers at the wall in front of him. "What the hell is going on?" Sam asked, his eyes darting between the two of them. He lingered on Dean, taking a step further into the room. "Dean, what's wrong."

Dean pushed off the table, his chest heaving in heavy breaths. His angered features faded back into grief as he stared at Sophie. His jawline flexed, averting his gaze toward Sophie and inclined his head toward his brother, "Tell him," he muttered.

Sam turned toward her and Sophie sunk down onto the edge of the mattress, embracing her stomach. Sam inched closer. "Sophie," her eyes met his, "What's going on?"

"I, um... I read that book..."

"All of it?" He seemed surprised. She released a sharp breath, and nodded. "And?"

"I-I... I don't have a happy ending, Sam."

Sam cocked his head, furrowing his brows as if she had spoken in a different language. Again, he looked between his brother and her, stifling a laugh. "Wait, so..." He paused, his face falling. "What does that mean?"

"She's... not gonna live to see newborn faces," Dean interjected, his voice rough.

Sam released a shaken breath, running both his hands through his hair. "Sophie..."

Suddenly, all Sophie could hear was her heart beat in her ears as she stared at the floor. Her insides turned, imagining the amount of suffering she might go through giving birth, the hardship Sam and Dean would deal with to stop the Nephilims' destruction. No doubt, because of this titled "self-sacrifice" would she end up completely voided from life, leaving Sam and Dean both to potentially lose their own lives... And, Castiel as well as the entire world would be condemned to the worst kind of Apocalypse... She was afraid.