Chapter 20

Sam

Dean is right a lot. I can't stand that I am even thinking it, considering that Grace will probably hear me and then tell him I thought it, but I don't care anymore. I have a son and the love and dedication I feel towards him and his mother are almost more than my body can take. I watch Serra walk Levi around the living room after we got home from dinner at Dean and Grace's and all I can think about is how much I love them. It's one of the first things Dean told me about becoming a father: your entire universe shifts. I know how much he was in love with Grace, but knowing that Liberty (and now Everett and Glory) out-rank her in his priorities was something that I had a hard time believing.

Until now.

I love Serendipity. I would die for her in an instant if it meant keeping her safe, but now that Levi is around? Dying doesn't seem like it would be enough. He has become my focus and seeing that he is such a mix of Serra and my features is enough to make the strongest man crumble.

Serra is a natural, of course, and as she made another lap close to me, I caught a glimpse of my sleeping son. Pulling her down next to me, I touch his head gently and sigh. Looking up at me, Serra grinned. "He's asleep. Now we can put him down and practice making them again."

I laughed, staring into my wife's chestnut eyes. "Practice is good."

"Hell yes it is," she whispered as Levi's tiny, chubby fists unfurled, hearing his mother's voice. "I'll be right back."

She got up from the couch and sauntered away in only her tank top and underwear, as per usual in the house. I glanced towards the front door and chuckled to myself, seeing her pile of clothes near the entrance. Standing, I walked towards the pile and picked up her jeans and flannel to toss them into the laundry room. I glanced outside as I bent down and took a double take, swearing I could see eyes staring back at me from the road.

The sheer curtains that were covering the skinny cut-glass windows on the sides of our front door had the ability to refract light in ways that played with your eyes. I pulled back the edge of the fabric to stare outside, looking for the eyes that had glowed in the night. Or so I thought. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary and Johnny hadn't moved from his place on his dog bed, so I figured I was seeing things. It was probably the fourth or fifth beer I drank that night, celebrating Dean's new shop.

Shaking my head, I let go of the curtain and turned the dead bolt on the door and slid the chain into place. I shrugged to myself and tossed Serra's clothes into the mudroom as I jogged upstairs.

Levi's door was closed already, so I turned right at the top of the steps to head into our master suite. Serra was standing in the doorway, light shining from behind her so it accentuated her curves. She smiled as she made eye contact with me, letting her hair down from the ponytail that had been at the top of her head. Slowly, I walked towards her, the glowing eyes from downstairs completely forgotten as I wrapped myself around my wife.

I picked her up from the ground as I kissed her, plopping her on the bed and I shrugged out of my flannel and jeans. She was pulling off my undershirt as I tugged at her bra, her hair tangling around my fingers and making it almost impossible to undo the clasp. "Fired," she said under her breath as she batted my hands away.

I pushed her down onto the bed, harder than I meant to, but that was just our style. She giggled as she bounced and I joined her in the middle.

There is nothing sexier than making love to the woman that bore your child. I loved the way Levi had changed Serra's body; her hips were rounder, more mature and I couldn't even begin to tell you how much I loved that she had attempted breastfeeding. She told me about two weeks ago that she had gone up a solid cup size…and I enjoyed every bit.

Holding her arms against the bed as I kissed her, she giggled as my hair tickled her neck. She rolled me suddenly, pinning me down and straddling my waist. I always forget how strong she is, considering she's so much smaller than me. Pushing herself down onto me, we found a rhythm and I gasped as she bit down on my ear, just hard enough to get a reaction. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her delicate frame and together, we made love into the night.

Hours later, I heard Johnny come trotting up the steps to conduct his two-in-the-morning ritual of checking on everyone in the house. I could feel his tail thump the bed a few times as he smelled Serra and then lay on the bed we had for him in our room. I listened to Serra breathe and the creaks in our old house. If Johnny was content that everyone was safe, then so was I. Closing my eyes, I was about to let sleep take me once again, but then, I could hear the faintest of growls from our black lab. Slowly, I sat up, listening for what he might be hearing. His hearing was much better than mine and I couldn't distinguish anything different, so I stood and padded to the window that faced the road I had looked out on hours before. There they were again; the glow from eyes that I assumed was from an animal of some sort. I hadn't hallucinated or been too drunk to tell the difference. There they were. My breath caught in my throat as I stared, waiting for the animal to move in the glow from the night sky. Standing there, at our window in the second story, I realized it was listening, too. It turned suddenly and we made eye contact, and I knew, deep in my belly, that it was no animal.

It was a werewolf.