#matt oc

You were sore. Scratch that, you were beyond sore. Your body was aching in ways that you never knew it could.

Your throat was scratchy, and it hurt beyond words to just swallow. Though, there was no saliva left in your mouth to help coat it when you did, which made it even worse.

The smell of a familiar cologne and whiskey surrounding you made you realize you weren’t in your room. But what had your attention the most was the fact that you were waking up feeling as if you were coming out of one of the deepest dreams you ever had. Because not only were you sore, but you felt like you weighed over a thousand pounds.

Once your eyes had the motor skills to actually open, you saw ruffled white sheets and a pillow with a dip in it laying in front of you. Clearly someone was laying next to you at some point, and the smell gave that person away.

Every move you made caused pain and made you want to collapse back in bed. But for the first time in days, your stomach was actually growling at you, begging for you to give it some food.

So though it was hard, you pushed your body to keep moving down the hall, curving through the bunkers maze as you made your way to the kitchen.

The clatter of some dishes had you searching for whoever was in there as you entered, and it was quick to spot Dean near the fridge.

As he pushed the door shut with his elbow, his eyes caught you standing in the doorway and a smile quickly grew on him.

“Morning.” You forced a smile back, having trouble feeling any happiness with the pain you were in. “Come, sit.” Dean rushed over to the table, pulling the bench out slightly for you as you dragged your feet in that direction.

Taking a seat, you scanned the kitchen, keeping your ears open for any other sounds coming from within the bunker. But it was dead silent.

“Where’s, Mason?” your dry throat made your voice beyond raspy. Dean sounded like you when he woke up six feet under after being dragged out of hell, so he knew you needed a drink of some kind to sooth your throat.

“Uh...with Sam.” Dean was quick to grab you some ginger ale from the fridge and hurry back to the table. “Fishing.”

“Fishing?” He nodded, pointed toward the drink he just got you, urging you to drink up.

“Yeah. We had some poles tossed in one of the closets, but...you know, we never have time for that stuff usually.” You swallowed down some of the soda, loving how it felt against your throat.

“And there’s a creek right up the road.” Dean could see a type of sorrow wash over you and it pained him to see you like this.

“You know...” he slowly took a seat on the bench opposite of you, his eyes scanning you cautiously as he rested his elbows on the wood table. “I may not know exactly what you’re going through, but I know enough that when you need to talk...I’m here.” You tried to force a smile, but it faltered quickly and your gaze stayed locked on the empty table.

He didn’t want to force you into conversation, but since it was just you and him, he was hoping to get you to open up at least a little.

“Sam told me that you feel like a bad mom.” he caught your eye roll and your head dropped as it swayed from side to side.

“I am a bad mom.” your broken voice drifted over to him.

“No, you’re not.” he shot back, a certain thickness in his voice.

“Yes, I am.” you brought your gaze back up, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Y/N...” Dean grabbed a hold of your hand, getting a good grip so you would focus on him. “You have raised that kid by yourself for nine years, and he is one of the most bad ass kids I know.” Your lips pressed together as tears began to overflow and slowly glide down your red cheeks.

“When he called me that day, he was trying so hard to protect you. He could have just ran off and found somewhere to hide, but he didn’t. He fought, because that’s how you raised him.” That day flashed through your head, making sobs begin to rack your body.

“You are an amazing mother.” To hear it made you break. As a parent, you don’t always get confirmation that you’re doing good, and after what had happened, you were sure you were a failure.

In the distance you both could hear the bunker door slam shut, and that pulled you out of your crying fit.

You quickly wiped at your face, Dean’s eyes glued to you the entire time wanting nothing more than to reach over and pull you into his arms.

“Mom?” Taking in a deep breath, you forced a smile on your face before standing from your seat and turning to see your son for the first time in awhile.

“Hey, baby.” As he ran into your arms, Sam smiled from a few feet away while Dean just sat there smiling softly from his seat.

“Are you feeling okay?” You chuckled as you pulled away, your smile growing as you looked down at him.

“Yeah. I’m feeling a lot better.” you sighed, running your hand through his hair. “But don’t worry about me. Did you have fun?” you changed the topic quickly, and he went from being concerned to ecstatic.

“Yeah! We caught a huge fish! I mean, it was almost as long as Sam’s leg!” Sam laughed softly behind you.

“That is big.” you agreed, giggling at his excitement and stealing a glance at Sam.

“Yeah. But, I’m gonna go change cause I slipped in some mud and got my pants dirty, so..” he wrapped his arms around you once more, holding you tight as if he wasn’t going to see you again for awhile and then took off for the hall.

“Thanks, Sam!” 

“You’re welcome, bud.” Sam smiled after him until he was no longer in sight and then he turned to you, clearly seeing that you had been crying before they came in. “How you doing?”

“I’m good.” you nodded softly. “Better.”

“Good.” Sam had a gentle smile as he looked at you, but when he glanced toward his brother he quickly got the hint that he wanted to be alone with you. “I uh...I’m going to go change too. Smell like fish.” he shrugged before ducking out of the room.

With his footsteps retreating, Dean pulled himself up from his seat, his eyes on the doorway for a moment more to make sure he wasn’t going to be interrupted and then his hand gently grazed your arm, grabbing your attention as he moved in front of you.

“I just don’t want you keeping all this to yourself, okay? It never ends well.” A soft smile pulled at your lips. “And I don’t want you thinking that just because it was Matt that it’ll be too awkward or that I won’t want to listen.” he added carefully. “I’m here to listen and to help you through it. Alright?” Sucking in your bottom lip, all you could do was nod.

“Okay.” he breathed softly, both his hands sliding up your arms as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“I was thinking about making hamburgers for dinner.” Sam groaned in disgust as Dean took a seat in the war room. “What!?”

“Dude, you have burgers constantly when we’re on the road. Don’t you ever get tired of them?” Dean shrugged, seeing his brothers point.

“Alright, well....you want me to make spaghetti or something?”

“I’ve never seen you make spaghetti” Dean’s phone dinged, making him reach for it.

“Can’t be that hard.” Sam chuckled as his brother unlocked his phone.

“I thought you turned off the Facebook notifications.” 

“It’s not that.” Dean grumbled at his brothers reminder.

“Then what is it?”

“A text.” Wondering if it was for a case, Sam asked what anyone would.

“From who?”

“Mason.” That of course didn’t sit right with Sam, but he gave Dean a moment to read it before asking.

“What did he say?” Dean rolled his eyes softly and fell back in his seat.

“911.”

“I thought him and Matt were getting along.”

“I did too.” Dean huffed, punching away at his phone.

What did I say about 911 texts?

“And I warned him about these texts.” Spoken like a true father, Sam couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “What!?”

“Nothing.” Sam shook his head and before Dean could bark back, his phone then began to ring, causing both brothers to focus on the phone before Dean brought it up to his ear.

“Mason?”

“Dad.” Masons whisper through made Dean’s frustration melt down to fear.

“Mason, what is it?”

“It’s Matt.” Sighing softly, Dean sat up again, resting his elbows on the table.

“Listen, dude...I thought you two were getting along? But either way, that’s no reason to..”

“No!” Mason yelled through the phone, keeping as quiet on his end as possible but his fear was coming through loud and clear. “I think he’s a demon, dad.”

“What?” The tone of Dean’s voice now put Sam on edge, and the bad feeling in his gut began to grow. 

“He had mom by the throat, and now....” Mason went quiet, making Dean’s heart freeze.

“Mason?”

“He’s after me.” And that’s where it got worse. Seconds later Dean could hear Matt’s voice on the other end, and he knew he had to move.

“Come on, Mason! You’re only delaying the inevitable here. I promise I’ll make it quick!” Dean grabbed his keys, not needing to rush Sam as he was moving as fast as him.

Once in the car, Dean put Mason on speaker phone so they could keep up with what was going on. 

“Mason, I gave your mom a few weapons. Check her closet, there should be a gun and a knife with etchings in it.” Sam couldn’t help but look between the phone and Dean, wishing he could do something to get there faster.

“Okay.” As Dean heard him searching your room, Dean couldn’t help but worry about you now, remembering what Mason said he saw.

“Mason? Where’s your mom?” All he was greeted with was heavy breathing, making them both more sick to their stomachs.

“I don’t know.” Dean’s eyes fell shut, praying that you were okay.

“Okay.” he breathed out painfully. “Did you find them yet?”

“No. I don’t see them. I don’t....” Mason’s panic soon cut off and that’s when both Sam and Dean could hear Matt this time. 

“Mason...Your mom’s not going to save you so you mine as well....” As his voice went quiet, they thought they lost the call. But that wasn’t the case. “Time to come play, Mason!” The sound of wood doors flew open and hit something hard, most likely a wall.

“Told you, you couldn’t hide forever.” And that’s when Mason screamed out.

“Dad!”

“Mason!”

“Dad! Help us please!” The scuffle on the other end just added to the horror in Sam and Dean’s mind. It was clear that Mason was kicking and fighting back as best he could, the demon in Matt yelling and threatening him the entire time.

They sat there and listened to that until all those sounds disappeared in the distance. The thought of that same demon killing you both at that moment made, not only Dean but Sam too, want to break.

But Dean’s foot never let up on the accelerator. It had been pushed down to the floor ever since he started Baby up. 

Mason’s screams echoed in Dean’s ears the entire drive. And you? He couldn’t even imagine what you had been through before Matt had gotten to Mason.