I met my second love on my day as a Women of Letters. The name of this handsome devil was Henry Winchester, except he wasn't a devil or a demon like last time. He had only been in the organization for a year so. Oh he was beautiful and one of few who weren't soldiers, well he was a soldier fighting the monsters who bump in the night.

Like most of the Men of Letters, he was an ass to me at first but soon enough he was popping the question and I was ready to pop with our first, John Winchester.

Our little family had a six or seven wonderful years, that's when Henry left. One day at work Henry got wrapped up and stays late, but never to return. Abaddon was the demon that took him or killed him or god knows what.

Same thing tells me he lived on past the day the Letters crumpled, I hope and pray he lived on even it was another woman. Poor John had to live on thinking that his father was a dirty, scum-filled duchebag, who left his wife and son.

John carried on and he got married to a Mary, she was hunter. I really did like her. You see I didn't raise John to fight the darkness; it's no life for a child. They had a couple of their own Dean and Sam, Dean was one of those tough boys who are really a giant teddy and Sam there was always something off about ole Sam, I never quite trusted him. It was like there was darkness in him, it was a ghastly thought a newborn never even muttered mommy, but yet do infected. Sammy was heading into a long line of hell and sorrow.

Both of the boys were cursed from me and the shedding of my first and true love's blood. Now no Winchester can love anyone if they want that love to last.