The warnings once again for the adult content in this story...

This story contains three virgins (Sam, Dean & Castiel), first kisses, first time sex, noncom, heavy duty Wincest , underage sex/ sexual situations, physical/mental abuse, hurt/comfort, angst. Male heat/estrus/pregnancy, noncon

Also there will also be a sexy winter with young Sam and Dean in a romantic cottage discovering their passion and love for each other, marriages, wedding nights, hearts and flowers, romance, Castiel and a delicious wounded knight (Ion SPN season 8) and loads of love for our three boys.

Crowley/Abbadon, Abbadon/John, Cas/Sam, Cas/Ion, Dean/Sam, Judy-Judith/Lucifer.

This is a story of the very first time the brothers discovered their blood, deep bond and unconditional love and sexual desire for each other in another time, a different world and past lives shared.

I hope you enjoy it

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The Winchester brothers in their current life together...

Dean heard his brother talking in his sleep again, he shook him gently until Sam woke up, the hazel eyes flickered then opened fully looking around in the darkness.

"Sammy…you had the dream?"

"Not a dream Dean, a memory."

Dean stared up at the shadows moving across the ceiling and whispered, "You and I in another life."

Sam felt his brothers arms wrap around him for protection as they both slipped back into their story.

So It Begins…

The auburn beauty caught the eye of everyone she passed. Dressed in black corsair pants, black suede boots, a rich rose tunic and men's riding cape this young woman dressed like no other female would dare.

The kohl lined eyes flickered from one building to the other until she spotted her destination, the villagers gathered around and watched as the stranger dismounted, her boots landing squarely in a puddle.

She gritted her teeth and curled the painted lips, "Oh this dung heap of a village! He better be worth it," she grabbed a man with her talons and hissed, "Balthazar, is he here?"

The terrified man pointed a shaky finger to the door, "He…he's in there but you need an appointment, you can't just walk in."

She shoved him to the ground and raised a well traced eyebrow, "Just watch me little man."

Balthazar was sitting at a table staring through a large magnifying glass at a delicate ring setting, his steady hand picked the emerald up with tweezers and was about to place it when Abbadon rapped on the counter, " I need your services."

The emerald bounced along the table and into a split in the floorboards, Balthazar frowned then slowly looked up at the icy young woman, "You have no manners."

She dropped a bag of coins on the counter, "I need information and I hear you're a wizard…a seer, one touched by God."

He stared up at her and drummed his ringed fingers on the table, "I don't believe you have an appointment bossy britches."

Without permission she came around the counter and sat at the table then held out her hands, "Too bad you snippy old hack, I'm marrying Prince John and I need to know if I'll give him a son."

"Fine but I want your necklace."

Abbadon clutched the collar of jewels around her neck, "Whatever for?"

"I like jewelry."

She rolled her eyes and put the collar on the table, "Fine, take it now do your job."

He grabbed her hands and was instantly sent to the darkest places in her heart, he saw the future of four other people as well as her own. Each life deeply marked by her actions. When the wizard suddenly stood up and grasped her face she struggled.

"Get your hands off me!"

Balthazar pinched her hard and she screeched. "Close your trap and let me work you devil haired hellion."

Abbadon forced herself to sit there quietly while he worked.

Three children of importance flashed through his mind, one of them was John and Abbadon's son, a very tall sweet boy with hazel eyes and a heart not built to withstand the likes of his mother.

Balthazar let out a breath when he had a vision of the ultimate forbidden love to come.

She narrowed her dark eyes and snapped, "Well?"

Balthazar tugged the bright red hair, "Stop acting like a spoiled bitch I'm not done."

She gasped, "Rude!"

The wizard then saw a handsome and heroic green eyed boy, a son denied and a brother lost. When the wizard looked further he saw a path fraught with pain and danger but also a heart that held an unshakable love for the hazel eyed boy.

The girl rolled her eyes, "Really I don't have all day." He slapped her cheek, "Well I do now shut that over painted mouth of yours."

"You hit me!"

"I'll do a lot worse if you don't behave you ladder climbing strumpet!"

Balthazar saw a third boy with startling blue eyes and a sad expression, he was madly in love with a wounded noble knight. Their love was strangled by the hands of others.

The wizard let Abbadon's head go, "Yes you're going to have only one child, a son but not for several years."

She stood abruptly knocking over the chair, "That's it?

"That's it," he grabbed the bag of coins "I'll donate this to the poor in your name." Balthazar put on the jeweled collar and admired himself in the mirror, "I look better in this than you."

She dug her talons into the table and hissed, "You are a terrible wizard!"

Balthazar poked her nose and grinned, "You will be a terrible wife, mother and queen."

She stormed out as the wizard chuckled; he dropped to his knees and peered into the crack in the floor, "Where are you little emerald?"The gem floated up and he snatched it, "Good boy,"

He gestured around the shop full of raw metals, uncut stones and boxes of glittering jewels and findings, "Sorry my friends you all have to wait, I have important jewelry to make."

A murmur began around the room, "Now don't be jealous your day will come." Balthazar tapped his cheek and worked his way along the rows of shelves, "Ah here you are!"

He pulled down a little box of blood rubies and another of sapphires, the wizard gave a gleeful smile, "Now the fun begins."

A brooding Prince John sat at the table polishing off a bottle of wine; he was already bored listening to the adults arranging his future.

He glanced over at Abbadon already a full blown beauty, sitting straight up and looking confident. Her well manicured nails tapped on the table impatiently waiting for the final documents to be signed.

John knew there was nothing sweet or tender about the girl, nothing inside her that made Abbadon attractive. She was all hard edges and attitude with a heavy dose of self importance.

She reached out and grasped Johns hand possessively, "Are you excited about our marriage?"

John waved his hand drunkenly in the air, "Oh yes Abby, the highlight of my life…an arranged marriage what more could I ask for?"

She dug her nails into his palm and gave him an icy smile, "I think you should consider yourself lucky to have me John I bring a lot to the table."

John was watching the servant Mary fill the cups with wine, she had a noble carriage despite the lot she drew in life. Her blonde hair fell across her pretty features as she poured another cup for the prince.

Mary glanced at the rich dark eyes watching her and she faltered spilling wine over John's hand.

Abbadon hissed, "You clumsy girl be careful."

John smiled at Mary, "Its fine, accidents happen."

A blushing Mary nodded then hurried away.

John and Mary's affair consisted of their naked bodies sliding and thrusting in the stables or in the princes private bedchambers. They were young and insatiable, both madly in love.

….

The night she told him the news as they were sitting together in the gardens watching the stars, "John I have something very important to tell you…I'm pregnant."

John broke into a smile, he grabbing Mary and swung her around as she laughed smacking his arms, "Put me down John!"

John's smile faded as the reality hit him like blow to gut, "Mary this can't happen, how can I possibly tell my father. I'm engaged to Abby."

Her smile crumbled, "What do mean this can't happen, I'm pregnant almost three months now and I went to Balthazar, he said it's a boy! You are going to have a son…John this is the best news possible. Now you can go to your father and tell him about us."

John couldn't look her in the eye instead he focused on the plump clusters of ruby wisteria dripping down from the iron gate.

"Mary you think everything is simple because you live a common life. I can't just break off my engagement and we live happily ever after, life doesn't work that way. When I marry Abby we acquire land, power, peace and safety. I'll take care of you and the baby, so don't worry."

Mary got up and slapped him across the face, "Keep your money I don't need you, I thought I was special but now I see what a fool I was John. Why did I think someone like you could ever love me?"

She started to leave but turned back to face him one last time, "Maybe I do have a common life but know who I am. I feel sorry for you John, your vain and shallow; the only person you love is yourself. My son and I will fine without you, enjoy your arranged marriage to that bitch."

She walked out of the gate and also the prince's life.

John didn't follow, he knew he should but in the end he was a coward. He started back to the castle as the vines seemed to close in around him. John angrily swatted and grabbed the ruby clusters until his hands were stained the color of blood.

John sent gifts but Mary sent them back, she didn't want the trappings of a fine life. The only thing she needed was his honestly and strength, a devoted man that loved her unconditionally and that was the only gift he refused to give.

Mary continued working at the castle avoiding John as best she could but it was a bitter pill to swallow when Abbadon came to see her fiancée.

As Mary's belly grew so did her reputation, Mary only had one lover but that didn't matter. She was marked as a fallen woman and no man would have her.

Garth ran into the stables, "Sire its happening, Mary is having the baby!"

John saddled his horse and waited for Garth, "Hurry up I need to see her."

….

When they entered Mary was already dying, she rolled her head to the side and opened her eyes when she heard her lovers voice, "John we have a son."

John brushed past the midwife holding the screaming infant, "Mary don't worry I'm here." Her eyes opened wide then slowly closed as the breath escaped her body.

"Mary…Mary wake up!"

John shook her until Garth pulled him off the body, "John stop it she's dead, you have a son to worry about now."

Johns face hardened even as he wiped the tears away and stood up, he walked over and looked down at the now quiet infant, "What do I do with it?"

Garth was shocked at his friend's disdain, "He's your son and he needs you." John glanced over to the body of his lover and the bloodstained bed then back to the tiny bundle in Garths arms, "I don't want him."

….

Balthazar listened outside the cottage; "Just once John, do the right thing." his heart broke when he heard John's rejection. "So the story begins."

The wizard breezed into the cottage and held out his arms, "I'll take baby I can find him a home."

Prince John looked at the wizard and nodded, "Fine they can name him as well," he tossed a bag of coins on the table, "this for their trouble."

….

Garth rode next to John and kept glancing at him until John snapped, "What is it!"

"May I speak freely?"

"Of course."

Garth gathered up his courage and blurted out, "I'm ashamed of you, that was the act of a coward."

John stopped his horse, "You're ashamed of me? I don't owe that child anything, he killed her just as if she was shot with an arrow or poisoned. Mary is dead and I have a wedding to plan with my Abby."

They both continued back to the castle with Garth riding next to a stranger.

…..

Balthazar smiled at the nervous midwife, "May I?" She handed him the infant, "Will you find him a good home?"

Balthazar looked down at the moss colored eyes, the infant was already curiously taking in the new world around him, "I have the perfect couple in mind for you little one."

He looked sadly over to the body of the young woman lying in a pool of crimson, "take care of things here."

The midwife grabbed the bag of coins, "Wait these are for the new parents."

The wizard pushed the bag away, "Use the money for Mary's burial and you have the rest to keep your trap shut."

Ellen was tending the garden when the wizard appeared in her potato patch holding a bundle. In the kingdom of Winchester Ellen found nothing shocking and this was no exception.

The rugged woman put her hands on her hips and blew a piece of hair off her face, "Do you mind getting your fancy little ass out of my potatoes?"

Balthazar looked down at the plants then back to Ellen, "You're worried about potatoes when I have the greatest gift ever for you?!"

"Yeah, and what is that wizard?"

He stepped out of the garden and thrust the baby in her arms, "Surprise Ellen it's a boy!" He stood there grinning at her waiting for a reaction.

She looked down at the little wrinkled face staring up at her and clapped her hands over her mouth in shock and then started to cry.

That wasn't what he had expected at all, "Well if you and Robert don't want the baby…"

Ellen took the infant and broke into a huge smile, "You keep your hands off my boy! Silly wizard of course I want him he's beautiful, thank you!"

Balthazar grinned, "Well I expected more gratitude but that will do I suppose. I knew you and Robert couldn't have your own and I thought you would know what to do with him. This one is special Ellen, take good care of him."

Ellen planted kisses over the tiny face then paused and looked up at Balthazar darkly, "Wait, this isn't a prank…he doesn't belong to anyone, they won't come looking for him?

"My dear lady I don't pull pranks, the mother just died and the father doesn't want him."

Ellen's cheeks flushed, "The nerve! What kind of monster wouldn't want this sweet baby?"

"A foolish and very young man promised to a girl that has his balls already in a grip so tight he can't breathe."

Ellen was disgusted, "A real man would take care of his children he doesn't deserve this angel!"

"So what will you name him?"

Ellen held him up and examined the little face, "I think I'm going to call him "Dean" it's a strong name and I can tell this little man will be tough and resourceful."

Balthazar handed Ellen a little box, "You seem to have the gift of foresight as well if you know all that about him. Give this to Dean when the time is right."

"And just how in world will I know that?"

"You don't need details Ellen, you're going to know or maybe he will…magic isn't cut and dried, it's complicated."

Ellen smirked, "You don't even know yourself do you?"

Balthazar rolled his eyes, "You are a very abrasive woman!" He looked down at the infant and whispered, "Good luck Dean, you're mother is a ball buster."

Ellen put Dean in a willow basket lined with rabbit pelts and carried him to the tiny barn, "Let's get you some nice goats milk until we can find a wet nurse." While Ellen was milking the goat Dean began to make a cooing sound, "Oh so you're a singer now are you? Well you have a very pretty voice to match your pretty eyes."

Robert walked his horse into the barn and stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a baby cooing, he marched over to Ellen and looked down at the basket, "What is that!"

"Your son you silly old thing who else would it be? That unusual wizard brought him here and the infant had no home so…"

Robert bent down and plucked Dean from the basket, "So you just agreed without consulting me? Good decision Ellen, I think I love him already."

Dean started to cry and Robert began to rock the infant on his shoulder, "Well don't sit there all teary eyed woman, milk the damn goat our son is starving!"

…..

(Six Months Later)

John watched Abbadon approach; she was a vision in a crimson and cream wedding gown. The bride clutched the roses tightly as she flashed her handsome groom a predator's smile.

John thought she would eat him alive on their wedding night but the prospect made his cock twitch in anticipation. "I'm going to fuck that smug look right off your face Abby…nothing like a nice fat prick pounding into her wet treasure to put a female in her place."

…..

Abbadon kept her eyes on the prize, the handsome young Prince John. She knew their son would take time to make but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her husband's strong body while they waited for her to become pregnant. "Tonight I'll ride you until you're broken and beg me to stop…I'll keep your balls drained and your spirit compliant."

She passed Johns parents and nodded, she wondered what push would be needed to get rid of them and place her husband as king. There were many ways and Abbadon mulled them all over, she always got what she wanted and this would be no exception.

Crowley watched his lover marry the man they both knew was flawed and weak. It was a hard day for him and his only concession was the fact he would see Abbadon everyday at the castle for what Crowley called, counseling sessions.

Crowley smiled to himself as he thought how much he would love to bend the young woman over right now and counsel her until she screamed his name but there was time for that after the wedding.

Dean was the apple of the woodsman's eye; Robert doted on the infant as if he were his own. The man was proud to have a son and they never revealed to anyone that Dean was adopted.

Ellen spent her time at the castle as a baker with Dean carried there every day in a basket on her arm. Everyone around commented on what a good baby she had, Dean rarely cried and gave a smile to anyone that paid him attention.

Charlotte, a cook there gave Dean a little stuffed doll one day, "There you go little angel." Dean promptly tried to stuff the head in his mouth and all the women laughed.

They called him a heartbreaker and warned Ellen that all prettiest men would want him someday.

Ellen smiled proudly, "Look at my Dean, already demanding and dominate but full of sweetness to soften the edges. I just know he's going to be a wonderful husband for some lucky boy."

The cook stroked his fat little cheek, "Ellen I never knew you were pregnant, you carried it well."

Ellen glanced over to the girl and smiled, "I didn't want any special treatment and carrying Dean was breeze…a very easy birth." She laughed at her own private joke and continued working.

….

(3 years & 3 months after Dean's birth)

John grieved after both his parents were poisoned and the cook was swiftly given judgment by the new queen. Charlotte was hung for her crimes despite her cries of innocence.

Abbadon slid her arms around him and kissed his neck "John I'm so sorry about your parents, they were wonderful people."

She sat on his lap and kissed his wet cheeks, "Let me comfort you…I'll make the pain go away. Make love to me John and then embrace your new role as king."

…..

The night Sam was conceived she knew immediately after a through fucking from John, he laid there spent and lazy as she fingered her flat belly.

At the evening meal she stood up and proudly made her announcement to John, "I'm finally pregnant, we're going to have our first child."

She stood there waiting for his response; John paused in mid bite and looked up at her, "Not my first but certainly the only one I'm happy about."

Abbadon dug her nails into her palms, "What do you mean by not your first?"

John downed his fourth goblet of wine and slammed it on the table, "I mean I had a son over three years ago. You act like its shocking, you had to suspect I might have had another woman in my life. Her name was Mary and I loved her. She died and I gave the baby away."

Abbadon sat down and stared past John to Crowley who simply raised his eyebrow and smirked. He was secretly pleased at the shocked look on her face. "That will teach you to deny me bitch."

"John this child of yours, he isn't going to be a problem for me is he?"

"Abby I don't even know if he's alive or dead so I certainly wouldn't worry about it. I was young and foolish, if things had been different…"

She hissed, "What John, you would have married that girl and left me?"

He gave her a complacent smile, "Of course not."

….

(The birth of Sam Winchester)

Dean zipped around the massive kitchen stealing sweets and pocketing shiny things to bring home with him.

Ellen watched Dean snatch another little minced pie off the table and grabbed him by the collar, "Dean I swear don't make me spank you!"

Dean grinned up at her all freckles, dimples and big green eyes, "Mommy you never spank me!"

Ellen sighed and blew the strands of hair out of her face, "Your right, I'm a fibber I could never spank you but Robert will if he finds more of the castle silverware in your pockets."

Dean stuck his hand in his shirt and pulled out a spoon, "I'm sorry mommy."

Ellen swatted at the air as he ran away, "No you're not you little devil, you're sorry you were caught!" Ellen started to laugh when he peeked around the corner and wiggled his eyebrows at her then took off again.

The new cook giggled, "Dean is adorable, he is going to grow into a fine man."

Ellen rolled her eyes, "If he lives that long, I swear he is made for adventures."

….

Dean faintly heard a baby crying, it was coming from a part of the castle he wasn't allowed in but that never stopped him before. Dean felt rules didn't apply to someone with adventure in their heart.

Dean even at four was more verbal and athletic than other little boys who toddled around and spoke like, what Dean called little babies. He easily slipped past the guards and followed the sound of the crying.

Abbadon was in bed finishing her feeding of Sam who was born just hours earlier, she handed him to Garth, "Take him I'm tired, bring Sam back when he's hungry again."

Garth looked down at the squirming infant and smiled at him, "Don't you want him close to you?" Abbadon glanced over to the infant and then settled back closing her eyes, "No."

Garth nodded, "As you wish my…queen." He choked on the words.

He brought Sam to the nursery and put him down for a nap, "I'll be close Sam, your father will be home tomorrow and then you can meet. I'm afraid I'll become more of your parent than…."

Garth paused when he spotted the curious eyes peering from behind a curtain, "Come out…who are you?"

Dean stepped out warily keeping his distance, "I'm Dean, I heard a baby crying. Can I see it?"

Garth gestured and Dean came closer, "Come on I don't bite, this is the new little prince. You should bow to him."

Dean frowned at the infant, "Why he's not going to remember anyway, besides he's younger than me, I don't have to."

Garth laughed, "Well aren't you the tough little man, remember Dean when the queen or the king is here you always bow to them and now you bow to the prince."

Dean softened the more he looked at Sam, he gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, "You're cute but you smell bad."

Garth bent down and gave the infant a sniff, "Oh…oh that is awful I see what you mean."

Dean stayed and watched Garth change the diaper. Dean made a gagging sound and rolled his eyes, "Yuck! Can I hold him?"

"No I'm afraid not, he is so new and fragile it wouldn't be safe."

Dean leaned his head on the side of the bassinet, "Can I come and see Sammy again?"

Garth couldn't believe the child's boldness, "Sammy…where did you get that from?"

"Dean poked the baby's double chin, "He looks like a Sammy."

Garth wiped the dirty smudge off the babies chin, "Well his name is Prince Samuel Jonathan Winchester."

Dean squeezed the fat on the infants arm, "No, I'm calling him Sammy, he's too little to have a name that big. He is chubby though."

Garth nodded, "Alright but don't call him that in front of anyone else, you can see him if I'm here or Sam is alone."

Dean looked around the sparse nursery, "Where are the toys? Sammy is rich he should have a lot of them."

"The queen doesn't believe in spoiling children."

Dean reached in his coat and pulled out the ragged little doll Charlotte gave him as an infant, "Here Sam you take this, I'm too big for it now and a baby needs a soft toy."

Sam wove his fingers in the wool hair and Dean smiled, "I like you Sam, I think you're special."

Garth heard voices coming closer, "Dean its times to leave, go the way you came." Dean ran behind a large tapestry and pushed through the small hidden door vanishing into the walls and back to the kitchen.

….

A month later Dean watched, hidden in the garden as a carriage pulled in. Two guards ran to the door and put down the steps then helped a lovely woman out, next came a young boy just a few years older than Dean.

Dean felt his heart leap when he saw another child, the boy had eyes so blue Dean could tell even from a distance how intense the color was. He had short, dark hair and was dressed in what Dean thought were fussy clothes.

A fair haired man then stepped out and pushed the boy ahead of him roughly, Dean decided he didn't like that man at all.

A handsome young man dismounted his horse then limped over to the little boy and whispered in his ear. The little boy smiled and took his hand as they walked together toward the castle.

Abbadon went to greet their guests as John hung back watching, "Lucifer, Judith thank you for coming," she bent down and looked the little boy in the eye, "You must be the little groom."

Castiel was only six and had no real concept of what was going to happen, he was told he was getting married to a baby and it all sounded strange to him.

"Yes I'm Castiel."

Lucifer bent down and whispered in his stepsons ear, "You little fool, bow when the queen addresses you." Castiel answered softy, "Yes sir."

He bowed and the queen clapped her hands, "Oh you are so sweet, I could just eat you up."

She smiled at Castiel and for a moment he thought she might truly do that, even at six he could sense a predator.

Garth had everything ready, the documents, wax, seals, ink and pens. The room was filled with candlelight and the chairs set it place around the large table. Abbadon brushed past him and sat down at the table with John and the others.

Castiel stood shyly in the doorway until Judith held out her hand, he went to his mother sitting on her lap, "It's alright Cas, this is a good thing that is going to happen, do you trust me?"

He buried his face in her cloak and whispered, "I trust you mother…I don't trust him."

John started the negotiations, "Alright we have the documents drawn up, Sam is to be married to Castiel. When Sam is old enough you can collect him and then we have their public ceremony."

Abbadon wrapped her fingers around Lucifer's wrist and purred, "Think of the benefits, two kingdoms combined in solidarity against our enemies."

Judith watched her philandering husband staring at the queen's ample breasts paying little attention to the important details, "Abby I look forward to a fruitful future."

John cleared his throat and glared at Lucifer, "My wife's necromancer assured us Sam is very fertile, when he's old enough I'm sure he can give us a grandchild."

Judith kissed her sons forehead, " I can promise my son will be able to father a child. Balthazar assured my deceased husband and I of that. He said Castiel was a very special boy."

Lucifer snorted, "I'll believe that when I see it!" He pointed to the knight standing at the door, "Ion come here."

The knight limped over, he carried a permanent injury from a war that had ended several months before. He stopped in front of his king and bowed painfully, "Yes Sire?"

Lucifer proudly gestured to the tall, handsome young man, "This is the boy that will train Castiel to defend your son at all costs. I'm so proud of Ion, only sixteen and look at his size! His father was a true hero, taught him everything he knows."

Ion lowered his eyes embarrassed at the high praise, Castiel got off his mother's lap then went to the young man hugging him around the waist awkwardly, he rolled his blue eyes up smiling brightly for the first time since he entered the room.

Abbadon watched the beautiful young man and the little boy who looked up at the knight with love and hero worship on his face. She hoped the Ion wouldn't become a problem for her down the road.

She gave her usual smile, all white teeth, sharp and ready to consume everything she wanted and drummed her red nails on the table, "Tell me, how does one become a knight so young?"

"My father trained me since I was a child, it was expected I would earn the honor of knighthood. I served well until my injury and now my king graciously gave me the position of training Castiel."

He smiled down at the little boy and ran his fingers over the close cropped hair, "I swore to protect him."

Judith watched them together, when her son with Ion the little boy was happiest.

John sat there blissfully unaware of the games going on around him, he was there to sign documents, assure the peace and arrange a marriage for his son giving him a sure future.

When it was done they went to the nursery where Garth was sitting there watching Sam. He stood when they entered and Lucifer burst out laughing, "A man…you have a man watching your child?"

John put his hand on Garths shoulder, "Yes, I trust him with my sons life."

Lucifer shoved the little boy forward, "Go on look at him, that's your future Castiel."

The boy looked back at his mother, Judith smiled warmly, "Go darling, meet Sam tomorrow is your wedding."

He walked over and looked at the cherubic infant, "He's beautiful, can I pick him up?"

Abbadon nodded, "Of course, Sam is your bride." He picked up the baby and held him, "I love you Sam."

Dean watched the little boy and felt a pang of jealousy, Sam had become his baby over the weeks and Dean saw him nearly every day, "He's my Sammy…you can't have him."

TBC