She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

98|Helping Sam

"Thanks, Cass. If it hadn't been for you-"

"Crowley was right. It's not going well for me upstairs."

"If there's anything we can do-"

"There isn't," Cass cut Dean off again, facing us. "I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I'd rather be here."

"Look, Cass, we know you got a steaming pile on your plate," I told him. "There's no need for apologies. We're your friends."

"Listen, Sam, we'll find another way," the angel addressed him.

"You really wanna help? Prison full of monsters. Can't just leave 'em, can't let 'em go."

"I understand."

"Could you also bring me Maddie?" I asked him.

"Of course," he nodded.

He disappeared with a flap of his wings.

"He's right, you know?" Dean turned to Sam.

"About?"

"About your soul. We'll figure something else out."

"No, we won't," Sam shook his head.

"Why, because Crowley said-" I began.

"You heard what Crowley said," Sam cut me off. "Both of you did. And I heard what Cass said. Putting this thing back in would smash me to bits."

"We don't know that for sure."

"You know what? When angels and demons agree on something, call me nuts, I pay attention."

I squirmed uncomfortably, the sick feeling from before returning, but Dean just looked angry.

"You say this now?! After we practically died trying to-"

"Exactly! We almost got ourselves killed. I mean, how many times are we gonna risk our asses for this? Enough's enough."

"Sam-"

"I don't think I want it back."

"You don't even know what you're saying," Dean shook his head.

"No, I'm saying something you don't like," Sam corrected him. "You obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I'm better off without it."

"You're wrong," Dean insisted. "You don't know how wrong you are."

"I'm not sure about that."

Sam turned on his heel, walking away from me and Dean.

"Sam, don't walk away! Sam! Sam!"

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Of all the things about pregnancy, morning sickness was one thing that I had not missed in the slightest. Maddie and I were staying at Bobby's house for a while, and she had the old man wrapped around her little finger. She loved making "Grandpa Bobby" play all sorts of games from hide-and-seek to Fairy Princess Tea Party. It was hilarious seeing Bobby in a pair of sparkly fairy wings and clip on earrings sitting on the floor being served invisible tea in toy cups by my daughter who wore a princess tiara and dress.

Dean and Sam had been with us for two weeks trying to figure out a way to get Sam's soul back, getting as much of a kick out of Grandpa Bobby as I was. At least, when I wasn't stuck in the bathroom throwing my guts up at random points in the day. I had also started getting cravings, which meant Bobby had to stock up on some weird food combinations, since I'd go from wanting something one day, to hating the sight of it and wanting something completely different the next.