Chapter 1
I silently crept down the stairs. I crouched down, I was close enough so I could see and hear them perfectly.
"Bobby, what was so important that you had to wake us up at this unholy hour?" The taller one asked.
"Do either of you remember Casey?" Bobby asked. Why was he asking about mom?
"The red head?" The shorter one asked.
"Yes." Bobby said glaring at him. "Did you to hook up let's say fifteen to sixteen years ago?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, I think that's about right. Why?" The shorter one asked. I covered my mouth with my hand.
"Casey was killed two night's ago. Her daughter that is a spitting image of you and is turning sixteen in a couple of months is-" Bobby stopped when he saw me. I ran up the stairs and locked myself in the guest room.
"Morgan!" Bobby yelled. I could hear the sounds of their footsteps as they got closer. I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn't do, I crawled up on the bed and cried. They were pounding on the door yelling my name ,but after a few hours they finally went away.
The Next Morning
Once the whole house was silent, I quietly got out of bed. I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans ,making sure my sai's and throwing stars weren't noticeable. As quietly as I could I walked down to the kitchen.
"Morgan?" said a male voice. I turned around to face my supposable father. Bobby was kidding when he said I was a spitting image of him. I had the same ruff dark brown hair and his square jaw line that appeared soft with my famine features. " My name is Dean." I bit back my gasp. "I take it you heard everything last night?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm sorry about your mom." I nodded again. "Do you know what happen ,that night?"
"Dean!" Bobby snapped at him.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nescio quid sciat. Sicut et illa nocte mortuus est ante istum roges, Postume, quid accidit? Immo si non erat cum ea." Bobby said in Latin. Did they really think I was that stupid, that I didn't know Latin.
I translated the words in my head. I don't know what all she knows. And her mother just died to night's ago, are you really going to ask her what happen? I don't even know if she was there when it happened. Dean nodded.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." Dean said. I put my hand up to my face, I didn't even realize I was crying.
"Let's go talk in the living room." Bobby said. I nodded. When we walked into the living room the taller one was sitting on the couch. I sat down beside him.
"Sam, Dean meet Morgan. Morgan meet Sam and Dean." Bobby said. Sam held out his hand, I shook it.
"Morgan, what all do you know?" Sam asked.
"She won't talk to anyone." Bobby said.
"It doesn't matter, she knows." Sam said.
"What makes you think that?" Dean asked.
"Bobby, would Casey have let her get a tattoo?" Sam asked. I bit my lip.
"No. Why?" Bobby said.
"So, if she got a tattoo she would have had to do it without her mother noticing and last night when she was running up the steps. I could have sworn I saw an anti-possession tattoo on her back." Sam said.
"Sam!" Bobby said ,but then looked at me.
"Morgan, do you have an anti-possession tattoo?" Dean asked.
"Yes." I whispered. Knowing there was know other way then to tell the truth about some things.
"And you know everything?"
"Yes."
"Are you a hunter?"
"Yes."
"Did your mother know you knew?"
"No."
"Prove your a hunter."
"How?"
"How do you kill a vampire?" Sam asked.
"Cut off his head." I said in a obvious tone. Who doesn't know how to kill a vampire?
"That's not what I meant." Dean said. "All hunters have weapons on them at all times and i'm guessing you don't" I rolled my eyes at him. I took my switchblade out of my pocket.
Then I raised up my shirt to my stomach to show them my throwing stars, and raised up the bottom of my pant's to show them my sai's.
"Any more questions?" I asked.
"Yes, say we put of a few cans fifty feet away, would you be able to shoot everyone of them."
"Dean." Bobby said.
Dean took a deep breath. "You can go with us or can stay here. There's going to be demons everywhere to kill. So which is it, kid?"
"Go with you." I said smiling.
"Ok ,then. Go get your stuff together we're leaving in ten minutes." Dean said.
I ran up the steps and into the guest room. I grabbed my empty duffle bag and started stuffing my clothes and all my other stuff in it. Then I grabbed my backpack and got the gun under my pillow and the rest of the weapons I hid in the room. With one minute to spare I ran down to the living room.
"Ready to go, kid?" Dean asked. I nodded. I walked over to Bobby and gave him a hug.
"Be careful, Morgan." Bobby said.
"You to." I let go of him and walked to the car with Sam and Dean.
I got into the back seat and stretched out. As soon as they pulled out of Bobby's driveway ,Dean turned on the music.
2 hours Later...
"I have to pee." I said. Dean gave Sam an annoyed look.
"For the fifth time we will be at the hotel with in five minutes and Sam and I have to wait to." Dean said.
"Yeah. Well you two aren't a teenage girl on her period, now are you?" I said. That shut him up and he finally pulled into a gas station.
I practically jumped out of Dean's car. Then I ran strait inside the bathroom.
Once I was done using the bathroom ,I dragged my feet to the car just realizing how tired I was. No you have to stay awake!
I got into the back of the car.
"Here I got you a donut and a drink." Dean said. I smiled as he handed it back to me. Good, sugar should keep me awake.
I scarfed my donut down and sipped my drink to try make its sugar last.
"We're here." Dean said.
I looked up at the Kalen's Inn and waited in the car for Dean to go get a key.
After five minutes I heard, "Room 21." Dean said coming up behind us. We walked up to what seemed like a mile long set of stairs.
We all entered the room. There were two beds, a couch, a tiny tv, a kitchen, and a bathroom.
"Okay. So you get a bed and Dean and I will decide who gets the couch." Sam said.
"I can sleep on the couch." I protested.
"You look exhausted. When's the last time you slept anyways?" Dean asked.
"Last night." I lied.
"How many hours did you sleep last night?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I don't keep track of how many hours I sleep." I said.
"It don't matter. You're sleeping on that bed, end of discussion." Dean said. I sighed but laid down on the bed.
I could already feel my eyes drooping. A couple of seconds won't hurt. I slowly closed my eyes.
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