Sam POV
Getting up off the couch, I hold my ever growing stomach. The baby now likes to kick me at all hours. It is a good sign that the baby is healthy, but I wish I had a break. I go to the kitchen to get some peanut butter and carrots to dip it in. It is not half bad, and the baby sure likes it.
While munching on that, I start writing another letter to my baby.
Dear son or daughter,
I am pretty sure you already know about the family business by the time you are reading this, but I feel like I owe you an explanation. In my last letter, I talked about Demons, your mother getting rid of you, and myself being pregnant. These things are not normal, and I understand that.
Our family going back a long way, on my mother's side, has been fighting monsters. My mother, her parents, and their extended family have been fighting monsters for a long time. They were all killed by monsters of some sort. Most were killed by demons. My father's father, his father, and his father all studied supernatural beings and were part of something called the Men of Letters. It was a secret organization that collected information and lore about everything supernatural. That includes everything from spells and hoodoo to creatures and people with special abilities. Because my grandfather, his father, and his grandfather were all in the Men of Letters, that makes me and my brother Dean legacies. You are a legacy as well. Dean and I, we were destined to be involved in this lifestyle. We are what they call hunters, those who fight these supernatural creatures and protect the innocent.
Now, I do not want you thinking that because you are a legacy, you have to be involved in the hunter life. I want you to know that you chose your own path, and I would never force you to be involved with the Supernatural. You do not have to be involved with hunting at all. Personally, I would prefer you to stay out of the family business because you would be safer. Chose the life you want to live. I want you to be happy.
Werewolves, wraths, demons, angels, God, vampires, ghosts, everything, with the exception of Bigfoot and aliens are real. Me and your uncle fight these things. We were taught to hunt by our father and our surrogate dad Bobby.
We have fought many things. We have fought the devil and all the creatures listed above. Because we fought these creatures, we have inevitably have saved the world several times over. I am thinking about continuing my work after you are born, but I do not want you to be without a father. I may end up being a resource for other hunters cause I want you to have me around.
Forgive me for hiding this from you when you are young. I do not want you to worry and have nightmares. I want you to be happy and feel safe. The only way that is possible, is if I hide the hunting lifestyle from you when you are a child. It is the only way you can have a normal life.
Love, Dad
I can't believe that I won't be here to teach my child these things. When demons come to collect my soul, the baby will only be a little over nine. How can I let my baby be on their own at that age? I hope I can get Dean back. That way my child will at least have an uncle to go to. He or she will also have Mom, Cas, Jody, and Jack. I hope that is enough for my baby.
Later that day, my phone rings. It is Cas. I think about letting it go to voicemail like the last few calls. Deciding against it, I pick up my phone. "Hello?"
Castiel sounds relieved on the other end of the phone. "Sam. I have been trying to get a hold of you for weeks. Your mother said that she only spoke to you once, and Jack says there is something going on with you, but he won't tell us what it is."
Trying to calm him, I say, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure Sam?" Castiel asks.
I nod; even though, he can not see me. "Yeah. I am fine, Cas."
"Are you sure? You seemed rather desperate when you learned of your child."
I ask, "Have you told anyone?"
"No, but-".
"Then don't." I sigh, "The baby is gone. I told Jack about the baby, but the mother since has had an abortion."
"I am sorry, Sam. Did you want the baby?" Castiel asks.
Thinking of how I reacted when I heard the baby was aborted, I reluctantly admit. "Yeah, Cas. I wanted the baby to live." I quickly add, "But there is nothing we can do about it now." I am not telling him that I made a crossroads deal to get pregnant with the child. I can't tell him quite yet. I can't have him or anyone else worrying about my soul.
"Are you sure the baby was indeed aborted? I can still feel a bit of its presence."
I place a hand on my stomach. "I am sure," I confidently tell Cas. "The mother got rid of the child. That is for sure."
"Ok, Sam. I just wanted to check in on you because of how you acted upon learning of your unborn baby. You seemed in a hurry to save the child."
Wanting Cas to drop the subject, I say, "Stop, Cas. I do not want to talk about it anymore. Do not tell anyone else about this conversation." I hang up on Cas before he can say anything else. I do not want to accidentally reveal that the baby is still alive.
Going back to my snack, I begin to write more to my baby.
Dear son or daughter,
Even if you chose not to have anything to do with the Supernatural, I feel like I should tell you about my secrete. I am not sure if my secrete concerns you, but in the rare case that it is genetic, I think I should tell you.
Azazel, a demon with yellow eyes, dripped blood into my mouth when I was six months old. It put demon blood in my veins and gave me abilities that I used when I got older. I had physic abilities, premonitions, at first, but my abilities grew under the tutelage of a demon, Ruby. She showed me how to exorcize demons and eventually kill them. Drinking demon blood made these abilities stronger. There were other abilities like moving things with my mind; I used that once to save my brother. It is all very complicated to explain.
My mother made a deal with a demon before I was born. My father, which the demon killed, would be brought back to life in return for permission to come into her house in ten years. Ten years later, that is when Azazel came to me and killed my mother.
I do not know if my abilities can be passed down to you, but if they can, I want you to know that demon blood would not make you evil. It would only give you abilities. That is the only thing it could do, other than being immune to some demon's attacks. I made some bad decisions, but I was not evil. I had a reason for everything I did, and I wish I was there to explain it all to you. Know if there was a way for me to be there with you, I would be by your side.
I can feel you kicking. Your tiny feet moving within me fill me with fear and unbelievable joy. Your kicks remind me that this is real. I am actually pregnant, and this is really happening. You are the greatest thing that I have ever been given, and I will do everything I can to keep you safe.
Love, Dad
I do not really want the baby to know about all the bad things I have done, but I want to warn him or her in case they do inherit my demon blood.
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