#we've got neurotic overprotective witch vs depressed overprotective hunter
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trxplehelix · 2 years ago
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@decimatlas​ asked: “it’s my job to protect you.” / to matt from dean
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His jaw was clenched, the expressions on his and Dean’s faces actually mirroring each other as they stood in the room, both of them clearly trying to stay calm. It was their most common fight, ironically a result of how much the two cared about each other, but now that Matt was older, it seemed to be happening more and more frequently. The Leviathans had proven tough, impossibly strong, and seemingly invulnerable to all their weapons. The only thing that seemed to slow them down was Matt’s witchcraft, something he had been pushing for weeks now but Dean stubbornly refused to hear it, and it had resulted in another confrontation between the two.
Facing away from Dean, Matt froze when he heard those words, the only indication he had even heard the man was the way his shoulders tensed up. Objects around the room began to shake as his emotions roiled within him, and the witch stated taking deep breaths to reign in his telekinesis. ‘it’s my job to protect you’ ‒ the words played over and over in his head before Matt spun around, his eyes sparkling like emeralds as he strode over to his father. “And what the fuck do you think my job is?!” He shouted, fists clenched at his sides as he fought to stay in control. “I am not some helpless kid anymore, Dean, it’s my job to look after you too. Someone has to!” Running his hands up and down his face, Matt took another breath and the tremors in his body and the room gradually subsided. When he next looked at the hunter, his face was pleading instead of angry, and Matt fought back the panic attack that had been starting in his chest. “You told Sam once that if he went and got himself killed, you’d have to be the one to bury him. Well what am I supposed to do if something happens to you? I’ve already had to stand back and watch you die once, I refuse to go through that again. I just- I can’t, okay? I can’t. You’ve protected me since I was a kid, and I love you for that. Just please, please, let me return the favor. I can do this.”
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