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Raising A Winchester

Prologue

Sam sucked in a shaky breath and sank to the cement floor in the hot, dark garage attached to the house he shared with his wife. The house sat on a quiet street in a rural neighborhood surrounded by trees. It had a wraparound porch with a porch swing, which was one of Sam's favorite things about the house. He had been married a year and a half now, and they were the first family to live in this house.

But Amber was leaving him. She had somehow found out about the hunting, the demon blood, his mother's murder, and Jess' murder. She had screamed at him and thrown things at him including the nice lamp from her mother that sat on the bedside table. It had shattered into a million pieces in the floor. Sam felt as if his heart was in as many pieces as that lamp.

Sam ached inside; he could barely breathe and his throat was so tight it was hard to swallow. It had taken him a long time, but he had finally allowed himself to love someone else besides Jess. Now Amber had taken his heart and trampled on it. To make matters worse, she was eight months pregnant. Not only was he losing his wife, but his unborn son as well. He knew Amber had enough ammunition against him to keep him from ever seeing his son. Not even the best lawyer in the country would be able to help him.

Sam rested his head in his hands as hot tears cascaded down his cheeks. He was a broken man. Reaching into his pocket with a shaking hand, he extracted his cell phone and dialed the one person he had left, the one person who always had his back.

"Dean," he choked out when his brother answered the phone, "Amber is leaving me." Left unsaid were the words I need you.

"I'm on my way, Sammy."

Sam let the phone fall to the floor beside him with a clatter as he buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

To be continued…

Author's Note: If you can't get enough Sam and Dean, check out the fic I'm co-writing with LadyWallace called "Not Right Now." You can find it on my profile page.