**Grace Nevermore** Supernatural Fanfiction: Book Three

Part Three: Wayward Angels

Sophie made a discovery while searching for Sam, and that was that her angelic powers had no bounds. Castiel had warded Sam and Dean against angels, but, as long as Sophie focused on Sam's image long enough, she was able to find him; however, it was not the way she was hoping too.

When Sophie arrived in front of the abandoned shed- not too far from where she had seen Sam's vehicle, she sensed a stranger among her. Quietly, she approached the shed, concealing herself from human sight upon hearing someone's voice. At first, it was incoherent murmuring, followed by Sam's speaking urgently. "Look, I'm not crazy," she heard Sam say, quietly entering through the cracked door. She bit back a gasp as she witnessed Sam handcuffed to a chair, a gash over his left brow and a strange man leering over him. "Check the bag."

Sophie kept a close eye on the stranger as he made his way toward Sam's duffle bag, making sure to keep her steps quiet even though she couldn't be seen. This man was human, that much she could tell, but she wondered as to why he had gone through the efforts of kidnapping Sam.

"I guess even psyco's need to hydrate," the man said.

"It's holy water," Sam jeered.

There discussion continued while Sophie searched for something to possibly release Sam. She felt terribly, thinking that if she just would have gone straight to Sam she could have prevented this. Instead, she sought out Dean first, and even that did her no good.

"Tell me where Dean is, Sammy," the man barked. Sophie paused and looked over her shoulder, brows puckered. "This is the last time I'm going to ask nicely."

"I don't know."

Sophie watched closely as the man walked right beside her, rummaging through his own bag. Her eyes widened slowly as he pulled out a hammer and turned to face Sam. He placed the head to Sam's knee, looking at him for a reaction. "How about now?" Sam's nostrils flared and he pressed his lips into a hard line. The man chuckled darkly and shook his head. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Sophie choked as she watched him pull back the hammer. Swiftly, she placed her palm over his forehead and forced him into sleep. The man collapsed with a thud, and Sam panted heavily, looking around the room suspiciously. Sophie revealed herself beside Sam, watching as his gaze grew. "S-Sophie?" He gawked.

"Hiya, Sammy." She greeted, monotone, as she knelt to search the man's body.

"H-how did you... You got your grace back? How?"

"Long story," she hummed, reaching into the man's pocket and pulling out a set of keys. She turned to face Sam, unlocking his cuffs. "Why does this guy want Dean so bad?"

"Cole? Dean might have killed his dad a while back," Sam admitted.

Sophie paused and looked up at Sam, who grimaced. The cuffs came undone and Sophie rose to her feet, peeling the metal off his wrists and loosening the rope around his mid-section.

"Is Cas not with you?" Sam inquired.

"No," Sophie replied, helping him stand. "Other business."

"Well, once we find Dean, we might need all the help we can get."

Sophie cringed, "Sam, I'm..."

She paused when she heard Cole stirring on the ground. She gasped lightly, clutching onto Sam's arm and transporting him to a secluded road elsewhere. Once landed, Sophie's gut churned, a slight twinge of pain in her chest. She gagged as sudden fatigue washed over her. "H-hey, Soph, you okay?"

Sophie took a deep breath and straightened posture. The wave of nausea left her and she nodded wearily. "Yeah, I think so... I must be still getting use to this."