**Grace Nevermore** Supernatural Fanfiction: Book Three

Part Ten: Interlude

Sophie sat in the cabin, next to the bay window with a blanket around her shoulders. She stared outside, waiting; a mug in her hands, her heart heavy and her eyes wry. She could hear the chattering of their voices in the living room; their voiced imitating the sounds of clashing swords, and magic powers. They had been at it for hours, all the while Sophie sat and waited.

He would be here any minute, she thought.

Sophie watched as the Impala rumbled up the long stretch of country road, parking in front of the house. She sat for a moment, staring at the familiar face in the driver seat and she was filled with sadness.

The commotion in the living room stopped, and the pattering of feet sounded in the distance. Sophie looked toward the dark-headed, round faced boy. His blue eyes were widened slightly, and there was an ever present smile on his face. "Is that Dad?" the boy asked.

Sophie smiled weakly, giving a small nod.

The other boy, his hair sandy in color and rounded hazel orbs poked his head around the corner. Without a second thought, he joined hands with his dark-headed brother, waiting patiently as their mother approached the door. Sophie stood, her hand resting delicately on the knob, listening to the footsteps as they approached. Once they had reached the porch, Sophie took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

Sam locked eyes with her, bags hanging in the crook of each arm and an armful balancing against his chest. She gave him quaint nod, and a quiet hello- stepping aside so he could enter the cabin. "Dad!" The boys exclaimed, running to greet their surrogate father.

"Hey!" Sam hollered. He quickly bent to one knee, putting the bags down and taking the twin Nephilim in his arms.

Sophie crossed her arms, observing as her sons embraced Sam. It had five years since she had taken her and her children into hiding. Once a month, to the day, Sam would come and bring them what they needed. He had been the only one there for them since Dean relapsed into a demon and Castiel was set out to destroy Sophie's boys. The twins had no idea that Sam wasn't their father; to prevent them from being fatherless, and going dark side, Sophie had construed that lie.

It had been hard. Before Dean became a demon, she had told him everything. The pregnancy, the fact that their children would be Nephilim. Needless to say, he didn't take it well. The only choice was to give birth to them, but Dean had sworn that, once they were born, he would kill them; that the risk was too much, and he didn't want to play the waiting game. He had told Castiel, and, naturally, the angel agreed- only Castiel was less likely to wait until they were born. After trying to attack her in her sleep, Sam stepped up and took Sophie away- covered their home in all sorts of warding symbols and devils traps. Sam was there when the twins were born, and he's been the only one there since.

Once a year, they would relocate to a different place. It was always an abandoned house or cabin- off the market so that no one could find them. Sam was only ever able to stay for a day- maybe two before he was back to throwing off Dean and Castiel's trail. Sophie feared that, one day, something might happen. Not by Castiel's hand, but Sam's demon brother. She feared it was only a matter of time before one of them found her.

For now, while the twins were in their young age, all was peaceful. They were obedient; playful. They still had a few years before their powers evolved, but, for now, Sophie hadn't explained any of that to them. As far as they knew, they were just ordinary boys with an ordinary mother and father. She often wondered what her boys would do when they knew the truth.