Sam sat by his brother's bedside, holding his hand with one hand and stroking Dean's cheek with the other. He was so relieved when the doctor told him that the baby was fine and that Dean would be fine, that he'd just need to rest and maybe stay bed ridden. Dean was going to be so pissed when he hears this, Sam smiles to himself but he's just glad they're both going to be ok.

He looks away from his brother to the other omega in the room, she was sitting in the corner, legs crossed and biting her nails from a nervous habit, he guess. Her husband was sitting beside her one the chair's arm, rubbing her shoulder in attempt to calm her nerves.

"So...Matthew...he's your grandson?" Sam asks. She answers with a nod. "But you're both human?"

"Our daughter, she had only two relationships in her life." The Omega spoke, her eyes staring at the floor as she spoke. "With Kaylee's father and with Matthew's father."

"And Matthew's father was a Aswang?" It wouldn't be the first time he's heard of a human and a supernatural being having a relationship together.

"Y-yes, She and Kaylee's father didn't work out to well so they separated. They weren't married so there wasn't need for a divorce." Margret began to ramble. "I think my granddaughter was almost 2 when she met Matthew's father." She went quiet for only a moment, a grieving look on her face. "Though he wasn't human, he was a good man. He cared for our daughter and he loved Kaylee as if she were his own."

"What happened?" Her expression turned to a painful one and tears came to her eyes.

"Something happened one night, all of them were killed and we ended up taking Matthew in." Brian answers in her place. "We'd thought someone broke into their home and killed them, but now...we think it was Matthew who did it."

He spoke the last part in barely a whisper, the conversation went quiet and the room fill with silence. Sam nods, looking back to his brother. With what he just witnessed, it was most likely possible.

"Was he always like this? Able to change into that form? Attacking people?"

"No!" Margret cries out, tears falling down her cheeks. "He was always a sweetheart, he would play with his friends and video games, just like any other boy would. I don't know what happen to him."

"Did he recently reach puberty, acting different?"

They both look at each other and Margret slowly nods, a tear running down his cheek.

"He's been acting...differently since his last birthday." She finally spoke up, "It was a couple of weeks ago."

"Differently how?"

"Distant...he's been avoiding us here lately." He watches her look down to her lap, biting her lip and messing with her nails. "He's been staying out late, ignoring me and...been getting into fights with his friends."

Sam turns his attention back to his brother and feels a wave of anxiety, Matthew had started killing people, he almost killed his brother. He had to be stop even if it meant...he didn't want to think about it but it had to be done. He didn't want to try and explain this to the two, holding each other across the room. They were kind and they really loved their grandson but there was nothing else to be done.

"I really don't want to tell you this but..." Sam turn back to them, his lips a thin line as he thought over what he was going to say next. "If there's no way of stoping him from hurting people then we-I might have to stop him."

His words make the omega let out a soft cry and hides her face in his hand, her husband rubbing her shoulder in attempt to comfort her.

"Is there anyway you could help him?" Brian asks.

"I don't know." He answers, not really wanting to look up to them. "But I'll try everything I can, ok?"

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" Margret asks, finally finding her voice. Sam didn't answer her right away, he didn't know how to explain to her that...if there was no other way then he would have to.

"I don't know, it depends if there's a way to get him to stop hurting people." Sam says, looking back to his brother who still slept peacefully on his bed. Sam didn't know what else to tell them, he might as well not sugarcoat it and just tell it to them straight. "He...almost killed Dean. I could have lost him and the baby, your grandson has to be stopped even if it means I would have to kill him."

The two didn't say anything but they understood what he was saying, too many people have already been killed by him and it has to be end.

"Please..." Margret begs, looking up to him with pleading eyes. "If it resorts to that...just..." Her lips began to tremble and she covers her face but Sam knew what she was trying to say to him.

Make it quick.

"I'll try to make it as quick and painless as possible," He tells them, followed by a 'I'm sorry'. Sam stands up and presses a kiss to Dean's head, pulling back to look at him once more before making his way over to the door. "If he does happen to come here, call me. Ok? Don't let him near this room."

"Got it." Brian spoke up, getting up to take the spot where Sam had once sat. It was very unlikely that he would show up here, a crowded hospital but there was always the chance.

"I'll be back, don't leave Dean alone. Keep an eye on him and if he wakes up, tell him not to worry."

Once the younger Winchester is out of the hospital, he makes his way over to their van. First he need to get back their house, get the Impala and suit up.