Sam closes the trunk of the impala with a determined look on his face and with what little he found on Aswangs, he didn't really know how to track them. Looking through all the folklore, there wasn't very much on them. He knew how to kill them, that's much is certain. It was really the only solid information he could find on the creature.

"I'm surprised you called me," Sam looks over his shoulder to see the other hunter climbing out of her car. "You're just lucky I was close by when you did." Charlie smiles and pulls him into a hug, she pulls back and gives him a look over. "So where is Dean? Is he alright?"

"He's in the hospital but he's safe for right now." Sam tells her, seeing her relax a bit before she smacks his shoulder.

"You could have told me that over the phone," She replies sternly, "Instead of making me think he was in danger. I was so freaking worried, you ass."

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry."

"You know how many red lights I ran?!"

"I know, I know, I'm an ass but I need your help." He tells her, trying to calm the redhead by setting his hands on her shoulders. He turns from her to pick of two machetes off the trunk and hands on to her. "Dean was attacked by something called a Aswang."

"I never of them," Charlie tells him, looking at weapon that was handed to her. "So what's the plan? Do we stab it, behead it or what?"

"Well..." Sam leans against the back of the car and let's out a heavy breath, running a hand stressfully through his hair. "There a couple of way to kill one. Garlic, Holy water, Crucifixes or a whip entirely made from a tail of a stingray but..." He trails off, looking down at the machete in his hands. Charlie leans down to see the expression on his face.

"But?" He meets her eye again.

"But it's a kid." Sam finally tells her, "His name is Matthew and...he just hit puberty and he must have just turned."

"So we're hunting a young teenage creature that's going through body changes and new hormones." Charlie says sarcastically, rubbing her temple. "Great. So what are we going to do, Sam? I can't..." She lets out a frustrating sigh, and sets the machete on the trunk and leans against it beside Sam. "I don't think I can kill a kid."

"We might not have any other opinion," He didn't really want to either, but if that's what it boils down to then they wouldn't have much other choice. People were getting killed, Pregnant omegas were getting killed. Something has to be done.

"So...what's the plan then?" She finally asks, looking up from the ground.

"First, We'll need to find Matthew." Leaning off the trunk, blade in hand. "Hopefully it won't have to come down to that." But Sam had years of experience of being a hunter, he knew very well with these kinds of situations barely ended well and knew not to get his hopes up. "It wasn't to long ago that he attacked Dean and his grandparents here, he might be still lurking around."

"Or attacking his next victim." The beta mutters under her breath, "So what do even we look for? You said it yourself on the phone that you've never hunted something like this before."

"I honestly couldn't tell you but we have to find Matthew as soon as possible."

"Then why are we just standing around here for?" Charlie leans off the trunk and twirls to face him on her heel. "Let's go find him."

Sam nods in agreement and follows Charlie to search around the house, looking for any clue that they might find left by the Preteen Awsang.

Looking through Margret and Brian's room, Sam couldn't help but to stare where Dean had been attacked only hours ago. He couldn't help the uneasy feeling in his chest, his grip on the machete tighten. Sam didn't want to think about the chance that he could have lost both Dean and their unborn child.

"Any luck?" He heard Charlie asks from outside in the hallway, He replies with a no and looks towards the window that Matthew had escape from and approaches it, looking out to see if he could tell which direction he had gone. No such luck.

Sam leaves the room to see if Charlie had found anything but she was no longer in the hallway, he looks down both hallways.

"Charlie?"

"Down here!" He hears from the kitchen, he hurries towards the room to see a door by the fridge open. He opens it the rest of the way and sees that it leads to a basement. "There looks there's a bedroom down here."

A bedroom?

Sam walks down the stairs to find her digging through the mess that was the room.

"Looks like a wild animal lived down here." She comments, looking up to him.

"Perhaps there was," He looks around, it did look like the remains of a teenage boy's room. "This was probably Matthew's room."

"It's totally destroyed." Charlie picks up a picture frame and runs her fingers over the fractured glass that covered the photo. A frown on her face. He has no doubt that this whole situation probably bothers her, he's just a young boy after all and she had no experience like him and Dean had.

"Perhaps we can look some place else-" Just as he spoke, his cell began to ring loudly, causing Charlie to jump a bit. Sam gives her a confused look and reaches down to fish his phone out of his pocket but movement across the room makes his pause. "Charlie."

She looks up hearing the warning tone in his voice and follows his gaze over to where the bed was flipped over, something was moving over there. Sam tightens his grip on his machete and pushes Charlie behind him, keeping his eyes on the creature. The aswang stood up from where it was, blood drenched and smacking its chomps. Matthew must have found another victim, Sam thought angrily.

"Sam-" He silences her by holding up his hand, watching those red eyes turn to them and growl.

"Matthew..." Sam didn't have a clue what to say to this thing but he had to try for the grandparent's sake and clears his throat. "If you can understand what I'm saying, you've got to stop. You're killing innocent people, pregnant omegas."

Matthew stares at him for a couple of moments before bearing his teeth and let's out a deep growl, causing Sam to raise his weapon to defend himself if he were to attack. He gives a quick glance over to Charlie, it was easy to tell she was frighten by the look on her face. Upon pondering his next moves, his phone began to ring once again and everything after that was a blur.

Sam was on his back in a instant, claws digging into his side and shoulder, teeth snapping at his neck.

"Sam!" He hears Charlie shout in panic but he couldn't think about her at he moment. Hell, he didn't want this thing to even turn it's attention to her. Sam tries to reach out for the machete he had dropped but it was too far out of reach. Panic began to fill his chest as he tries to keep the monster from biting into his throat, his own weapon out of his reach.

Blood splatters on his face and he hears the creature above him shriek.

Charlie steps back, letting go of the machete in the side of the Aswang's neck. It was deep enough to hurt him but not to fatality hurt him. Sam crawls from out under Matthew as he was too focus on his wound. They needed to do something, quick if they were going to avoid killing him. Sam reaches for his own weapon and quickly hits him with the butt of the machete, leaving the creature daze so he doesn't it again harder. Matthew collapses unconscious.

"Are you ok?" Sam asks after a few moments and looks over to Charlie.

"Yeah, what about you? You're the one who almost got his face gnawed off!"

"I'm ok, Charlie." He reassures her, taking out his phone to see who had called. It was Dean's phone. Slightly confused and worried, Sam calls him back. Only to have Margret pick up. "M...Margret, why do you have my brother's phone?"

"You have to come back to the hospital, hurry."

"What? Why?" He asks. It couldn't be Matthew they're worried about, he was right here.

"It's your mate, he's having the baby."