Dean awoke to a startling noise being heard through out the house, he sits up in his bed and listens closely, hearing whispers and a struggle. He is on his feet and by the door in seconds, looking out to see what what happening.
"Please, please just go back down to your room." Margret? What was she still doing up? This late? Who was she talking to? He peers down the hallway and sees that she's in the living room talking to someone, he couldn't see them. "Leave this one alone."
Was she fighting with her husband?
"Margret? Is everything alright?" Dean asks, stepping out of the room and into the hallway. Everything goes silent for just a moment. "Margr-"
"Everything is fine," She answers, walking into Dean's view. "Is something the matter, do you need anything?"
"...No, no I'm fine. I heard..." He could tell by the concern on her face what something was wrong, if her and her husband are fighting then he shouldn't get into it but... "Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine." Margret says, she steps into his view. "It's too early, Go back the bed. I'll wake you up in a little while."
The way she spoke, it was setting setting off all kinds of red flags in his head. Dean frown and looks her over, her whole body was tense. Something was wrong. Dean looks back into the bedroom to his phone that was on the nightstand, he should call Sam. He gives her one last look before walking back into the guest from and closes the door behind him, rushing over to the other side of the room for his phone, dialing his brother's number quickly.
"Damn it, Sammy." He mutters under his breath, "You better be awake."
The phone rings a couple of times, making him nervously bite his bottom lip before he hears Sam answer on the other end.
"Nn...hello?" He mutters tiredly, must have been asleep.
"Sam."
"Dean? What are you doing up this early?" Dean runs his hands through his hair, looking back towards the door, now hearing voices outside in the hallway.
"Forget about that, I need you to get over here quickly."
"Whats wrong, did something happen?"
A loud noise makes the omega jump, like something being thrown down the hallway.
"Just hurry." He says quickly, hanging up the phone. "Margret?"
When he didn't get an answer, he rushes over to the door and swings it open. She sits up, rubbing her head with a painful expression on her face. Dean tries his best to kneel down to her to see if she had been hurt.
The sound of floor boards creaking makes him look up towards the end of the hallway, piercing bloodshot eyes stare back causing a chill to run up his spine. What the hell is this thing? He's never hunted or seen anything like it.
"Matthew, don't!" Margret clung to his sleeve, trembling against his side like a leaf. Dean looks at her then back at the creature at the end of the hall. It's eyes staring at him like daggers.
"You know this thing?" He questions.
"Run! Please, get away from here!" She begs him, shaking his arm in desperation. There was no way in hell he was going to leave her alone with this thing.
"Where's your husband?" He asks, pulling her up to her feet and never taking his eyes of creature.
"He's in the living room, passed out." She tells him, "He tried to stop him but he's not hurt."
Dean nods, backing them down the hallway, away from it. The creature lets out a low growl, crouching down like it were ready to pounce at them.
"Margret, I want you to try to get to your husband, understand?"
"What? No! I can't leave y-"
"Do it and run outside, my brother should be on his way here." Dean interrupts, pushing her behind him.
"But you're pregnant, you can't-"
"Just do it!" He says more aggressively and this time she listens, giving a hesitant nod.
"Please be careful." She says, slowly walking backwards down the hallway before rushing off.
Dean knew Sam was going to tear him a new one when he gets the chance for this but he going to have to try and stay alive for that to happen. It takes a step forward toward him, with eyes narrowing and baring it's teeth at him. Fuck! Come on, Dean. Think! He had nothing on him to protect or arm himself with. Everything was left back at the motel or in the impala.
Maybe there was something he could use?
Definitely not in a hallway. He needed to move, get out of this narrow space. He couldn't get to the kitchen for a knife without having to pass whatever the hell that is. Nothing back in the guest room. Maybe Brian has a gun somewhere in him and his wife's room? No way he'll have time to search for it but what better choice does he have?
The omega glares over his shoulder towards their room, it wasn't that far but how fast could this thing run? For all he knew he could tare him to pieces before he could even open the door. Dean turn and ran as fast as he could towards the bedroom, hearing clawed feet following behind him. Slamming the door close and trying to lock it before falling backwards into the floor from the monster ramming into the door, it remain closed so Dean got to his knees and quickly locked it. His heart was pounding in his chest as he stood away from the door and scanned around the room. Nothing, maybe the closet.
The closet had nothing in it but clothes, shoes and some boxes. Cursing under his breath, he looks around the room for anything that could be used as a weapon. He could feel himself start to panic, his pulse was racing and breathing rapidly. Dean didn't even realize he was holding his stomach protectedly, he looks down at his belly and rubs it. This thing must be the monster Sam was worried about but how did it find him here?
Margret called it by a name.
She knows it.
There was a loud bang at the door that causes him to jump, this wasn't good. He was trapped now with no way to protect himself. The omega could feel the hair on the back on his neck stand up when he sees cracks along the door, watching as the creature began to try to bust the door down.
Dean takes the lamp off the nightstand, holding it tightly and keeps his eyes on the door. Suddenly everything went quiet, there was no more banging at the door. Nothing. Dean didn't move from his spot but he listens carefully, he couldn't hear anything. Was it still out in the hallway? He lets out the breath he'd been holding and bites his lip nervously, he could hear the blood pounding in his ears.
Then he hears footsteps and raises the lamp up, ready to swing if that thing makes its way in here.
"Dean?" He hears and could feel relief fill his chest.
"Sammy?" Dean manages to get out, tossing the lamp aside and rushing over to the door.
"Where are you? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm ok. I locked myself in the bedroom." He says, "Be careful, that thing is out there."
"The Aswang?" Sam asks, right out side the door now. Trying the door only to find that it was still locked. "Open the door, Dean." Glass broke before the omega could even reach for the lock, being pulled away from the door and thrown roughly across the room, landing on the bed and rolled off onto the floor.
Everything else happen too quickly.
Sam bangs on the on the door after hearing the commotion on the other side, hearing the sound of glass shattering and shouts for his brother. When he got no answer, Sam raises his gun to shoot the lock open and kicks in the door. The Aswang stood over the disoriented omega, claws in his hair and jaws ready to bite into Dean's throat. Sam didn't hesitate to raise the gun and shoot at it's head, it let go his brother and jerk back to look at the younger Winchester with a growl. It didn't even faze it but he pulled the trigger again, watching it jump back to the other side of the bed. It gave Dean another look before dashing out the broken window it came through.
The alpha dropped the gun to bed and over to his brother's side, gathering him up into his large arms. Pressing his face to the side of Dean's, Sam pulled the omega into his lap and held him close though Dean gave a grunt. Sam could smell small traces of blood from where the Aswang gripped his brother's hair too tightly with those sharp claws and gritted his teeth. He was going to kill it for even touching his brother but first, he has to make sure his omega and their baby were alright.
"Dean? Dean? Can you hear me? Please answer." Sam asked, patting his brother's face. Dean gave another groan, turning his head to press it into his younger brother's jacket.
"Keep tapping my face and I'll slap you, jerk." Dean mutters half-heartedly, only causing the alpha to laugh. He hugs his brother and kisses the side of his head.
Margret ran into the doorway, panic and tears in her eyes. She sees them and covers his mouth with both hands, rushing over to their side.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry." She cries, taking Dean's hand into her's.
"He's alright," Sam tells her, looking up to see her husband now in the doorway too.
"And the baby? Is it alright?" She asks, Sam couldn't answer. He didn't know, he looks down at Dean, hoping he could answer but he was too out of it.
"I don't know."
"We should get him to the hospital," Her husband says, holding a rag to a wound on his head. "I'm sure Margret can drive you both there."
"And what about Matthew?" She asks, looking back at him.
"Matthew, who's Matthew?" Sam asks her. Margret and Brian look at each other then at him.
"I can tell you on the way but let's make sure your mate is alright."
Sam carries Dean out to the couple's van and sits in the back sit with his brother in his lap, Margret taking the wheel and rushes them to the hospital.