Third Generation {Third book in the "Born to Be a Hunter" Series}

Where's Matt

The only thing on my mind was whatever was going on this island. I sat in the suite, laptop on my legs, scrolling and scanning the pages on the lore website. Matt had gone out for a while, doing God knows what, and I had been on my computer ever since. The closest things I could find were magic coins, demon deals, and a djinn. But I was really sure I hadn't wished, kissed, or been touched by anything weird.

My phone vibrating made me jump as I typed. But when I looked at the number, it was even more frightening. Before I could even answer it, a gritty growl came through the mic.

"Jackline, darling." Crowley said, causing me to pick up my phone. "What's the expression? Long time, no deals?"

"What the hell do you want, Crowley? I thought I closed you in for good, which means you can't communicate with anyone outside Hell." I grumbled, wiping my eye in annoyance.

"Ah, but you are part of Hell, aren't you?" he said and I shook my head, not understanding. "You see, you're part demon, which means you have a direct line to this place."

I shook my head, "Okay, whatever. Why'd you call me?"

"We've got a slight problem down here."

I sat up straighter, "What sort of problem?"

I heard him sigh at the other end, "Its seems that someone has escaped the cage." My first thought was Lucifer, and my heart skipped a beat. "It's not Lucifer, thank God, but its someone who can seriously cause damage on earth."

And just as if on cue, there was knock on the door. "I got to go. Talk to you later."

"Wait, Jack, don't--" but I hung up before he could say anything else.

I rushed to the door, my robe wrapped around my middle very tightly, then I opened the door just enough to see a uniformed police officer.

"Mrs. Winchester?" he asked, his voice sweet as he removed his hat. I nodded, getting a little suspicious.

"Yes?" I added, just to confirm that I still had a voice.

"It's your husband. I need you to come with me."

*

I ran into the hospital where the officer drove me. I followed him to an emergency room, where they were just wheeling Matt in. He was covered in blood and slices and holes. They had him breathing from a pump and his bleeding wouldn't stop.

I couldn't hear anything. I just watched as they cut off his shirt and placed two pads on his chest. His heart had stopped. Too many injuries. They warmed up the defibrillator, then placed it on his chest.

I only heard them yell "clear", then I felt a jolt go through me as I saw Matt's body jump. A tear streaked from my eye. I watched as they tried to stabilize him, but I couldn't do much else other than sink to the ground in tears.

He was an angel with grace and he was refusing to heal himself. Was he just not wanting to live anymore? Did he not want a life with a wife and child? That bastard had gone through millions upon millions of hours of torture and still managed to keep me alive and get me out of Hell. Was he just done?

I couldn't tell.

Not long after I was brought in, the nurses called Sam and Dean. They took the first flight out to Hawaii. They stabilized Matt and stitched up most -if not, all- his wounds. He was put on a breathing tube that went down his throat and just left him to get better.

They let me in after they watched him for an hour. The first thing I did was walk over and kneel by his bed and pray. I wasn't much of a prayer, but desperate times.

I prayed to Cas. I prayed to Chuck. Hell, I even prayed to Matt himself. But no one came, of course. No one came to the rescue. Then again, who would come to a demon praying for the healing of a lowly angel? I prayed till I was blue in the face, till I had no voice to pray with, till I couldn't anymore.

After that, I just held his hand and laid my head on the side of his bed. Some nurses came to check on him and me. They asked if I needed anything, but I just ignored them. One finally came and told me that my family had arrived, but I didn't move.

"Jack?" I heard Sam say. I turned my head just enough to see Dean, with Mary on his hip, and his brother right behind him. Mary stared at her dad for a second before I could notice, then I met them, closing the curtains behind me.

I wiped my face and knelt down to my little girl with a weary smile, "Hey, baby."

"What's wrong with Daddy?" she asked, close to tears herself. I looked back at the curtains then at her.

"Uh, Daddy's not feeling very well." I replied, my voice cracking. She started to sniffle and her eyes started to water over. I pulled her in and hushed her as she cried, "Oh, baby. It'll be okay. Hey, why don't you go with Unc Sam to get a cookie or something from the vending machine over there? I need to talk to Grandpa." She nodded, still sniffling, but took Sam's and went to get the treat.

"So, what happened? The policeman didn't specify." Dean whispered, even though Mary was out of earshot.

"Apparently, Matt came wondering into the police department drenched in his own blood saying my name over and over again. Not long after that he collapsed and I was called in." I said, pushing a piece of hair out of my face and looking at my feet. "But I don't think that that's Matt in there."

Dean look at me funny, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's an angel. You can feel an angel's presence just by being in the same room with them. But I feel nothing." I admitted, rambling quickly.

"But didn't he tear out some of his grace?" he asked, crossing his arms.

I nodded, "Not all of it, though. Being a demon, I would be able to detect that small amount left."

Dean sighed, "Maybe Cas will know something about this."

I shook my head, "I've already tried. Neither he nor Chuck has answered."

I heard heavy footsteps coming toward us and my head immediately turned. It was Sam and he was looking for something.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes at his little brother.

Then I noticed. Someone was missing. "Where's Mary?"

Dean's eye looked around for a second before he pointed at the open curtains. I spun and saw Mary holding her hand over Matt's head, it was glowing. I ran in and watched as my husband's wounds started to heal before my eyes. Dean, Sam, and I stared in awe as the monitor's beeps became more rhythmic.

Matt woke up and started to cough on the tube in his throat.

"Nurse!" Sam yelled.