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Clare woke up the next morning to pain in her ribs. She rolled over and noticed Dean was gone. She walked to the living room to make sure he was gone. The apartment was empty. Clare let out a sigh of relief. Her one week vacation didn't start off as planned. All she wanted was to come home from work, sleep, the go spend time with Sam Winchester when she was able to sneak away. Sam is Clare's secret best friend and also Dean's little brother. Sam and Dean haven't spoken since their father died when Dean's personality began to change. She picked up her phone to call him.
"Hey Sam" Clare said.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Sam asked.
"I took this week off but your brother thinks I'm still working."
"Don't call him that."
"Sorry. I'm coming there in a bit." Clare hung up the phone and headed to her car. Clare parked her car and looked in the mirror to make sure there weren't any new marks on her face for Sam to freak out about.
"Looks good" she said aloud to herself. Sam was standing at the door when Clare reached the top of the steps. Automatically, Clare saw the sympathy in his eyes.
"Don't you start Sam" Clare said pushing passed him.
"I don't know why you stay with him."
"He's my husband and I love him." Clare answered taking a seat in the living room.
"He's not the Dean we used to know and he's never going to be that person again."
"We don't know that" Clare stated aggravated
""It's been four years since Dad died. Dean just spends his time drinking, hustling pool or poker for money, and abusing you. In four years he hasn't done anything productive."
"Don't you think I know all this?" Sam knelt in front of her. He reached for her sides to hold. She flinched with pain when he touched her.
"He hit you." Sam said. Clare pushed his hands off of her but he was able to lift her shirt to see her stomach. Even with her caramel complexion Sam could see purple bruises over her stomach.
"No, we were making love and he pressed down too hard on me."
"Oh please Clare. What you and I do is making love. What you do with Dean is just sex."
"Would you stop it? I don't want to hear any of this."
"Bruises like those don't come from him being on top. They look fresh. When did he hit you?"
"A couple of days ago" Clare answered. She felt ashamed to speak about Dean's abusiveness towards her to Sam. She knows its wrong but she just couldn't leave him as much as Sam wanted her to.
"I can't keep standing by while this happens to you. You either do something about it or I will." Sam got up from his knees and walked into the kitchen. He was upset with her and he had every right to be. She keeps pushing Sam's buttons and sooner or later he'd tell Dean off and then he'd know that Sam is in love with Clare and that they've been together for the last two years.
"Sam I know all of this." Clare said walking into the kitchen behind him. She wrapped her arms around him as he leaned in to kiss her. Clare could feel her body melt in Sam's arms. She always felt safe with him and she knew he loved her. She loved him too and Dean but she just couldn't bring herself to leave.
"I'm not doing this anymore. I don't want to sneak around with you. You need to tell him it's over. I will help you with anything you need."
"Baby, I need you to make love to me." Sam did what she requested passionately. He made her feel as if she was the only person that mattered. All her fears were forgotten with each stroke, each kiss, and each touch.
"Oh Sam" she moaned when she neared her climax. It had been awhile since she received such pleasure. Clare and Sam don't get to sneak to see each other often. Sam knew it was almost her time. He knew her body like the back of her hand. They stared at each other with each stroke sweat dripping down their faces.
"Clare, I love you."
"I love you too Sam" Clare moaned out when she reached her paradise. Sam rolled off her and they laid next too each other as their breathing finally began to settle.
"You should get going. Don't want your husband to get mad." Sam said with annoyance in this voice.
"I feel guilty enough as it is Sam."
"For what cheating on Dean or denying yourself happiness with me?"
"Both." Clare answered putting her shoes on.
"When am I going to see you?" Sam asked walking her to the door.
"I don't know maybe tomorrow." Clare said winking at Sam. He watched her get in her car and drive off thinking to herself, "How did things get so complicated?"