news of our fight and of genes aggression reached Sam. Kind brother that he was, he came to see me and offer his comfort. he was kind to me. The boys took to longer exploits of late and Dean was in his self-imposed exile. I was usually at home alone. Sam offered to stay with me for a little while before needing to return to Ellen, who is currently due to a business trip for her little shop.
Sam had been kind and helpful. he gave me great comfort... But one thing led to another and I found that he was not as immune to my forefather's charm as I first believed him to be. before either of us had any bearing on what had happened, I was waking up naked beside him. My sobs wolf him and like all men, he too ran. not long after, I was again alone.
it could not be denied nor undone that what had happened with me and Sam had happened and not only that, but it too, had brought with it evidence. Before long comma I discovered that far from Forgetting our mutual mistake, I now carry Within Me the fruits of that mistake. I was once again pregnant. this time it was Sam's.
I bore Sam one egg. 1 healthy and beautiful boy. Like his Elder Brothers, my third son came two months early. he had the day after he was born and he too had dark hair and blue eyes. but unlike his Elder Brothers, his egg was white with occasional red and brown spots. he too became fully grown within 2 months of his birth, and could change as he wished.
Now, I thought Dean had fully abandoned us by this time. I fully regretted what I had done with Sam and had never intended that not to happen. but, as I would have expecting Sam would also leave me and never come back, owing to the awkwardness of the situation, rather, he returned. Of course, it was well after his son was born. he returned to my little home drunk and out of control. Ellen it seemed had, hello at the moment, left the house and lived elsewhere for they had a colossal argument after he confessed, with much guilt, about what had happened between us.
of course, I could not turn him away, as it was the dead of night and he was very drunk. he might not kill himself drunk driving but what about the other driver? and so, I offered him a night in one of the beds.
Now I knew Dean had always had a violent, rather Wild, Streak streak in him. a part of him that had always thrilled me. Sam, on the other hand, had always been calm, composed, logical and kind. But at that particular night, the kind and gentle Sam was nowhere. what faced me was a crazed male. who sought to assuage his own needs and wants. despite the fact, that I struggled against him ( not one thing I repeat of the mistake I once did) he was by far much stronger than I was, despite his intoxicated state. helpless against his Superior strength I was forced to repeat the mistake, even without my consent.
bruised and battered, my morning, when I awoke he was once again gone, Undoubtedly, to return to Ellen and beg her to forgive him. I felt so alone. I had no one. My husband has deserted me. My children had flown from their nest and Sam, who was once my comforter, Has become my aggressor.