Four Months Later- Bobby Singer's House
"Is he any better?" Caleb whispered in a hushed tone to Bobby while standing out on their porch.
Bobby cast one look towards his house and shook his head, "he just sits there. We've got to find some way to bring him back."
"Maybe he'll snap out of it-
"It's been nearly a month now Caleb," and Bobby leaned in closer, "the kid, is his. Got a call yesterday, Kira never wrote a will and his marriage to her legally makes him responsible for a seven-year-old child whose just lost her mother, the kid's coming tomorrow. We need to snap him out of it now."
Caleb sighed exasperated, "any good ideas? We've tried talking and screaming and threatening him. Nothing's gotten through to him. Absolutely nothing!"
"Well we're not giving up on him."
Caleb nodded and played with his fingers, "do you think we should call John? Let him know?"
Bobby sighed, "you can do the honors son," he patted Caleb's shoulder, "I'm going out for another run of liquor."
Caleb bite his lip before walking in and taking Matt's phone from where it had been discarded on the table. Taking it he pressed 2 to call John, it rang three times.
"Matthew? Why the hell haven't you called? We had an agreement."
Caleb coughed, "it's Caleb John."
"Where the hell is my son?"
"He's okay….sort of…..,"
He could hear John taking a deep breath, "tell me exactly how my son is right now Caleb."
Caleb peaked his head into the study, Matt sat on the sofa starring at the wall. His eyes glassy, his face unshaved and deep bags underneath his eyes. Caleb told him everything he knew about Kira, about her death, about how bad Matt was taking it, but he left out the part about Kira's daughter or rather legally Matt's.
The phone ended with John vowing to be there by tomorrow afternoon. Caleb placed a sand which onto the plate and a glass of water and placed it on the table beside Matt. Nobody saw him eat it, but the next day the it was gone.
"Hey there, your dad and the midgets are coming tomorrow. Remember them?" asks Caleb, no response, "all right then. Keep starring at the wall."
SPNSPN
There was a million questions being shot at John from Sam, who had heard half of his conversation with Caleb.
"Is he okay?"
"I don't know Sammy, don't ask me again." John snapped.
Dean stared out at the window, it was a false pregnancy. He wasn't going to become a father, he wanted to be jumping up and down for joy but the news of Matt made him stop. From what he understood, Matt lost someone close to him. Watched them die.
Noah sat silently, her hands sitting on her lap. She knew who died already. Kira Anne Winchester, Tom's granddaughter and Matt's wife. Wife. God, why did she have to die on him?
The car was barely stopped when Dean hopped out of car, followed quickly by his family.
Caleb sat at the desk engrossed in books, Matt was still staring at the wall with a half-eaten sand which. Bobby opened the door, but didn't get a word out as the Winchesters flew past him.
The sight stopped the three siblings dead in their tracks. John took a few steps forward, his heart breaking as he stared at his son. John kneeled beside him, Matt made no response to him.
"Hey there Mattie," and then he stood and reached for the boy's hair feeling the fever, "dammnit. Get a cold rag Caleb now. Dean help me put him on the sofa," when neither moved his voice got louder, "now!"
Dean reached for his brother's arms snaking his own underneath his brother's armpits while John went for his feet. Moving his son's boots and his socks before he and Dean placed him on the sofa. John placed the cold rag to his son's face who flinched.
His voice was hoarse, "Dad?"
"Shh. Sleep."
His eyes fluttered down wards. John took a deep breathe before taking his son's coat off and pulling a ripped blanket over him. It was going to be a long night.
A/N: thoughts? Opinions?