Disclaimer, I do not own rights to Supernatural nor do I possess magical powers to get any of these characters to come to life and read this story to you while you drift off to sleep, so don't ask.
Morgana Le Fey wiped the blood from her hands on to her apron and pulled the blanket up over her patient's chest. He would live and have a fantastic scar to show for it. The young hunter's Father sat in the corner, he was injured too, but nothing that needed magic to heal. Morgana grabbed a small chair and a bottle of dark blue liquid, it was a special concoction she reserved for just such moments. She eased into the chair and reached out to pour some in the old Hunter's glass. Dan had been here before, he knew the drill. Both sat in silence for a while listening to the slow breathing of the boy, it was a gift to hear and they both knew it.
"How close did he come?" Dan quietly asked.
"Oh, he was good and dead a couple of times." Morgana replied matter of factly. "But he's strong and wants to live that made it easier to get him back. You look tired Mr. Elkins, why don't you stay here tonight? He should be up and around by morning. "
Dan looked at her suspiciously, he had heard the tales of Morgana's conquests and had no desire to be one of them. She laughed and waved her hand, a cot in the other corner unfolded and set itself on the floor next to Dan's sleeping son.
"Don't flatter yourself hunter boy I only chase down and seduce Kings, and you are no King." Morgana put the bottle of dark liquid to her lips and chugged down at least a third of it with ease. Dan gaped at her, he had been treated to this brew before and even a hard drinker like himself could only sip at it. One glass usually put him out for hours. Morgana daintily picked up the gruesome corner of her blood soaked apron and dabbed at her mouth. She arose gracefully from the chair and it skidded itself back to the place she had pulled it from. "The offer stands, there are blankets behind you in the cabinet and breakfast is at eight sharp, what doesn't get eaten goes to the dog. Good night Daniel, sleep well." At that she flipped her skirts and disappeared. Dan could hear the clicking of a dog's feet on the hardwood upstairs and he knew it was following her but he couldn't hear as much as a footfall from the Sorceress. If it hadn't been for the day he'd had or the glass of blue liqueur he doubted he could have slept in this house, as it was he barely made it to the cot before he was fast asleep.
The next morning Dan was shocked to wake up and find his son Grayson sitting up examining the red welts that were all that was left of the deep gashes he had received from the claws of a desperate werewolf. Gray looked up and smiled at his Dad. Dan got up and threw his arms around his boy. They both knew Gray shouldn't be alive. Then they heard Morgana in the next room talking to her dog as she made breakfast. There was the moment of hesitation before they headed out, neither of them felt comfortable around the Sorceress but they also had no desire to offend her. Morgana could sense this from the next room and smiled at herself. There was a time their fear would have angered her, but today she decided to accept it as respect for her power.
"Good morning gentlemen." Morgana said cheerily as they came out into the bright kitchen. The roof and walls were almost completely made of windows and plants hung everywhere. Morgana bustled back and forth to the well worn rustic table. Her dark, wild hair floated around her face and the apron she wore was no longer blood soaked, but was still rumpled. Morgana's long skirts swept around her bare feet. She looked like your typical hippy that Dan remembered from his youth. The table was covered in food, eggs, bacon, pancakes fruit of all sorts. Dan and Grayson had never seen anything like it. As hunters they were lucky to get a grand slam from Denny's and then run out before the bill came. Hunting wasn't a lucrative career, more of a calling. They all sat down around the old farmhouse table in the center of the kitchen. Gray, after being healed with magic was starving and just kept getting plate after plate of food. Dan was happy to have a home cooked meal for once and even more overjoyed to see his only child had survived one of the worst ambushes imaginable. Morgana simply sat at the end of the table sipping at her tea from a fine bone china cup with pink and red roses painted on it and occasionally she would tenderly feed pieces of bacon to the large dog sitting smartly at attention beside her.
"What kind of dog is that?' Gray asked between mouthfuls. "I've never seen anything like him."
"Her, Kiki, such a good girl. Avalonian Wolfhound, the last one in existence." Morgana said absently petting the dog's head. She almost had to reach above her to pet the monstrosity, it looked like oversized german shepherd but with the sleek fur of a doberman. Defiantly not a breed you wanted to meet in a dark alley at supper time.
"We could have used her last night." Dan grunted over his coffee cup.
"I warned you,"Morgana purred," and you insisted you could take care of it. You know that beasts like that gain strength when they are near me, that is why I have been asking for some one to take care of them for quite a while now."
"About that," Gray said with a full mouth, Morgana glared at him and he quickly took a drink of orange juice to wash it down before finishing his question. "why couldn't you just take care of those wolves yourself? With witch powers like yours it wouldn't have been hard at all."
Morgana stared at the boy, her eyes darkened and the ornate necklace she wore began to glow. Gray felt himself begin to choke and looked to his father with panic for help. Dan said nothing, he just shook his head. Then Morgana took a breath and sat back sipping her tea and Gray's choking stopped, he sat gasping for air for a moment confused.
"Morgana isn't a witch, you moron." Dan explained to his son "She is a sorceress and a healer, she doesn't use her magic to destroy life."
"Beyond that," Morgana added, "I'm retired. It wouldn't do for me to let every demon, monster and hunter in the world know where I am, just a select few who owe me favors, big favors." Morgana stared at Dan as the blood drained from his face. He had hoped last night's raid on the wolves' nest would have made them even, finally, but then Grayson had to let one of the beasts try to eviscerate him and Dan found himself right back in debt to one of the most powerful and dangerous women on earth.
The rest of the meal passed quietly. Morgana got up and scraped the food that was left into the dog's bowl as it stood dutifully by without flinching until she motioned for Kiki to eat. With a sweep of her hand the table began to clear itself. Morgana knew she was laying it on a bit thick, but she wanted this little piece of wolf bait to understand of whom he was dealing with. He swallowed the last piece of his meal hard and stood up, ready to leave. Dan laughed, he had seen Morgana's party tricks before and knew she was just showing off. Both men headed toward the front door with Morgana and Kiki behind them.
"Thank you Morgana, again." Dan said reaching out his hand to her. Morgana smiled and took his outstretched hand and gently caressed his palm.
"You're welcome Daniel, and don't worry you'll have an opportunity to pay me back, I'm sure of it. This time come when I call, don't wait until it is convenient for you. Your son may not have another life in him." Dan slowly pulled his hand away from her and felt a chill go up his spine. Grayson was already in the car ready to get as far away from Morgana Le Fey as possible.
Morgana stood on the porch and watched them head down the long tree lined drive back toward town. She turned to head inside and heard Kiki growl at something behind her. When she turned back there was a small blond girl in the green polyester uniform of a Girl Scout at the bottom of the stairs. Behind her was a wagon full of cookies.
"I'm not a fool Lilith," Morgana hissed at the monster hidden within the girl. Morgana wasn't sure which was more evil, Lilith, or those damn cookies. "I am betting you've poisoned all of those horrible little temptations."
"Oh no, what fun would that be?" the chipper voice of a 10 year old who was nothing more than a puppet to the first demon said. "I only poisoned one in each box, it's cookie roulette!" The little monster giggled, Morgana thought she might throw up.
"What do you want demon?" Morgana asked.
"Just a itty bitty little favor, nothing big. It's a life saving favor, and I know that you like those for some odd reason." Lilith smiled in what might have been seen as encouragement from anything but her.
"When have you ever saved a life?"
"When it screws over a fellow demon of course, that is how you got your powers if you'll remember."
"Yeah, heck of a deal that."Morgana said through clenched teeth "You have 2 minutes, and you stay down there."
"Retirement has made you rude Morgana, and ungrateful." Lilith said with a pout. Morgana just glared down at her from the porch, so Lilith decided it was time to get to the point and see how that would change Miss holier than thou's tune. "This favor has to do with your precious Winchesters." Lilith delighted in the waves of rage radiating from Morgana at the mention of Arthur's only living decedents. "I thought that might get your attention, may I come in and we can discuss things like ladies?"
"You are not now nor have you ever been a lady, and you will never cross my thresh hold. What have you done to them?" Morgana was livid, but she held back her anger, she had to know what had happened to John and his family. She had never met them and tried her best to keep her distance from them, it was too painful, but most demons knew that Morgana would track down and execute anyone who harmed them.
"Azazel did it, not me. I had no idea what he was up to until it was too late." Lilith worried she had pushed Morgana too far. Lilith knew Morgana hated to have to destroy any life, even a demon's, but she would if it meant keeping Arthur's idiot lineage alive. "He killed the wife, the Campbell girl, and gave his demon blood to the youngest son."
"There is nothing I can do about any of that." Morgana growled, " I can deal with Azazel, but even then there is nothing to be done until the boy is of age. Are you actually trying to get me to go after your demon brother, that is against more rules than usual, even for you."
"Oh, no," Lilith laughed, " I'm fine with the blood and the death of his hunter bitch of a mother, there's only one problem now, Daddy." Morgana stopped herself from flying down the stairs and driving Lilith forcibly out of the girl scout's innocent body. Lilith could see the war with in the Sorceress and grinned at having so easily angering her. Lilith didn't have time to enjoy playing with her favorite toy though, time was of the essence. "Oh don't worry, even Azazel isn't foolish enough to hurt your precious Winchesters, we have all seen what you do to those who have tried. I didn't think it included their whores though."
"He loved her, truly loved her." Morgana spoke slowly knowing Lilith could never and would never understand or care. "That loss could destroy him."
Lilith knew that John Winchester was already headed toward that destruction, but she needed Morgana to focus on some one else. "He'll be fine, the baby, Sammy, well it isn't looking good for him." Lilith felt the power she always pulled from Morgana's pain, it was delicious. "If something happens to him we are both in for a long wait until our next chance."
Morgana knew what Lilith was trying to do, she also knew that it was all true. These boys were the ones, it was time. It broke Morgana's heart to think about how these two innocents would have to find their end as vessels of destruction. The whole thing made her sick, as did her part in it, the protector of the bloodline, holder of the old magic that could keep them alive until it was time.
"You want to die don't you?" Lilith asked opening up a box of Tagalongs and neatly nibbling at them one at a time. "We both know you will never have that love child you need to regain your mortality. You were the only hippy that couldn't find free love, how sad is that?" Lilith devoured the pain with her cookie, it was intoxicating. " I have watched you, and enjoyed every tasty minute of your despair, but this whole meditating, finding inner peace bullshit you've been doing for the last 20 years is boring. I'm willing to let you go, let you die, but I need you to show good faith and help out a little."
"Help, how?" Morgana had spent more than 4000 years regretting the last deal she made with this monster.
"Simple, you go fetch the vessel of Lucifer, aka Sammy, first thing we do is change his name to something not quite so stupid sounding, I like Gunther." Lilith could tell Morgana was not in the mood to discuss baby names so she went on with her plan. "I have a wonderful family in up state New York, wealthy, loving, and intelligent. They are so excited to raise him, he'll go to the finest schools and be prepared the day I need his help."
"You want me to give him to rich satanists in New England?" Morgana scoffed.
"Yes, and when the time comes he will fight a stranger, not a brother." Lilith remembered well Morgana's disgust over the whole Cain and Able situation. "Ours will have the advantage and when the dust settles you will be free, free to live or die and even free to be loved again. All you have to do is get the boy from a drunk father and a crying 4 year old, then drop him off in a safe loving home."
"You enjoy taking children so much, why send me? Afraid you might get hungry on the way to New York and eat Lucifer's vessel?"
Lilith smiled as she thought of eating such a precious morsel, shook off the image and said. "No,if I go in there Azazel will know and hunt me and the boy down. He can't trace you, he won't even know the child is gone until it too late. Although, if I don't hear from the new Mommy and Daddy in 48 hours I'll take that risk and send in my own people. I can't guarantee they won't kill anyone who gets in their way though."
Morgana knew Lilith would make sure John was killed then the older brother, Dean was his name, would be alone in this world. Morgana had been alone for 4000 years now, and she couldn't do that to him knowingly. Morgana took I deep breath, "I'll go, but if I get there to find two healthy boys with a grieving father doing the best can, I will take them some where none of you Upstairs or Down, will ever find them!"
"I'm not worried," Lilith lied, but she had to take this risk. Morgana and her ridiculous attachment to that family could ruin all of Lilith's plans. "you know it's the right thing to do, for everyone. You can't save them all from the pain ahead, but you can give one of Arthur's heirs the life he deserves."
Morgana hated herself for even considering Lilith's plan, and what was worse, Lilith could actual be doing the best thing for these boys. How simple to fight a stranger for the beliefs you were raised with, instead of your brother as the prince hell. Lilith smiled, she knew she had found the soft underbelly of Morgana Le Fey. When Morgana noticed Lilith's grin she simply tossed a small fire ball into the pile of poisoned cookies in the little red wagon. Lilith jumped away from the flames with a squeal, which made Morgana feel much better.
"Leave demon!" Morgana commanded. Black smoke billowed out of the mouth of the Girl scout and she collapsed next to the charred remains of her deathly cookies. Morgana knew where she had to go next, and dreaded it. Before she could, though, Morgana would have to clean up Lilith's mess, as usual. The girl was alive, Morgana healed her just to be safe and dropped her off at a local hospital with $100 bill pinned to her badge covered green sash. Morgana closed her eyes and thought of Arthur's heart still beating in this world. When she opened her eyes she was standing in front of a small dingy motel outside of Lawrence,Ks.
A/N: I think like most fans of Supernatural we all wish we could take care of and help our boys. It has always worried me that after Mary died we have no idea how they began their journey, so I decided to make up a tale to answer some of my burning questions. How did John learn about the Supernatural world? Who watched the boys, especially infant Sammy, while he was off learning the ropes? Things like that. So this story is an attempt to answer my own questions and hopefully entertain and create answers for other fans. Thank you for reading any reviews left will be answered at the end of the next chapter.