By the time Megan was awake, they'd already driven from Connecticut to Indiana, and they hadn't really stopped. It was like they wanted to get her wherever they wanted her to stay as fast as possible.
"…Guys?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes. "I'm hungry…"
"You're not eating in my baby." Was Dean's immediate, and predictable response.
Megan frowned. "…Do you want me to get even skinnier?" she asked, glaring at the back of his seat. He wasn't so uptight about the car when she was little. Hell, he didn't care about much but pretty girls when she was little. Sam was a little better; fifteen, studying or researching for John and Dean's case.
Dean was an eighteen year old, cool and calm, forever a drifter. He seemed to have a soft spot for her though; she always theorised that she was just 1; cute in the puppy way and 2; too giggly and smiley not to love.
"C'mon Meggy, you have to go to sleep sometime…" Dean groaned, putting the restless four year old back into the shitty motel bed for the third time in ten minutes.
"But Deeeeeeaaaan! I don't wanna sleep!" she pouted, squirming and kicking.
Dean frowned. "Sammy! She's not cooperating!" he called, waiting for his younger brother to arrive in the room, which he did after a minute.
"Megan Faith Robinson-Choi, get your butt into bed before we call your dad!" Dean frowned, crossing his arms as Sammy smiled and shook his head.
"Meggy, how about we take a walk?" he asked, taking the small girl's hand as she giggled.
Megan sighed. "I'm not going to spill anything, Dean. I'm not four anymore…"
"Yeah? And how old are you?" he asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.
"Old enough to go to college and get a degree!" she frowned.
"Numbers." Dean sighed.
She was silent for a moment. "…Eighteen." She frowned.
"Thought so." Dean replied, continuing to drive, entering the border to Illinois. "Well, you're going to Kansas."
Megan sighed. "Sam, tell Dean how stupid he's being. I'll be all alone there, I don't know anybody!"
Sam shrugged. "That's actually a good plan. And you won't be alone. There's a twenty year old, single prophet sitting where we're taking you, and you'd be great company for him anyway."
"…Sam! How could you!" she whined, sounding like a four year old again.
"You're fourteen years too late for that to work, Meggy." Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Let's stop at that motel." He muttered, pulling into the parking lot of a shitty looking motel-6.
"It looks grungy…" Megan sighed, getting out of the car. "But it's a bed…and I could use some sleep."
Dean shrugged, following her. "Don't use your real name, sweetheart." He called after her, eyes drifting down her her shoes, which looked unbearably tall.
"…She wears leather now." Sam noted, drawing up next to Dean, watching her retreating back. "I'm…didn't she used to hate leather?" he asked, entering the door to reception, where Megan was already booking them a room, using her emergency card.
"…Three beds, all single, should be enough right?" she asked, spinning the keys around her index finger. "I think I need to talk to this guy you keep talking about, too, Sammy."
"Ah…okay. Once we get to the room." Sam muttered, pulling out his phone. He knew that Kevin was probably either asleep or bating Crowley, and he decided to bet on the former.
Megan grinned. "Good…we're in room 203." She replied, walking quickly to the room, unlocking the door easily. "I got one of the cleaner rooms. "
Dean nodded, setting his stuff down on the bed nearest to the door. "Doesn't this bring back memories? Three of us, in motel rooms…well, Meggy as a whiny four year old who didn't want to sleep."
Megan pouted. "I wasn't that bad, was I?" she asked, before remembering wanting to talk to the supposedly lonely 20 year old she was going to be staying with. "Sam, phone!" she frowned, holding out her phone.
The tall man handed her his phone, watching as she scrolled through his contacts, "What's his name?" she asked, eyes trained on the phone.
"Kevin Tran, in there under Kev." Dean replied, resting on his claimed bed already.
Megan quickly found him, sending the guy a text.
|Sent: Kev, 11:34pm
Hey, Kevin is it? I'm the girl Sam called you about, I just wanted to say hi before I get there
While waiting for a text back, she decided to claim the middle bed, deciding it was safer having Winchesters on both sides, as then they wouldn't fight with her about her not being 'safe enough'.
|Received: Kev, 11:40pm
Oh yeah, Megan right? The kid Sam used to babysit?
Megan frowned, tossing Sam a quick glare.
|Sent: Kev, 11:41pm
That's me alright, except I'm 18 now, not 4
To that, she got an instant reply.
|Received: Kev, 11:41pm
Well then, I'll welcome you to Casa del Boring when you get here :)
She didn't respond to that, instead adding Kevin's number to her own phone, quickly texting him just to make sure he had the number, already seeming to like this 'Kevin' guy as she settled into the frankly too small single bed, curling up before the sudden image of Mandy's dead body flashed into her mind, too vivid for her to forget or ignore. She exhaled loudly, running a hand through her hair.
"What's up Meggy?" Sam yawned, sitting up.
Megan frowned. "Keep seeing Manda in my head, that's all. Blue and…dead." She shuddered, closing her eyes slowly.
"Understandable…just wait until you crash." Sam nodded, before rolling over.
She picked up her phone again, taking a couple of pictures of herself and of the boys, deciding to play in some of the apps she had, sighing softly. She eventually decided to take a picture to send to Kevin, picking the prettiest one she had.
|Sent: Kevin, 00:24am
That's me right there. In all of my sleep-deprived glory :)
She waited anxiously for a text back, feeling her eyes begin to attempt to close. He texted back a few minutes later;
|Received: Kevin, 00:30am
I look forward to seeing you in person, once you've gotten some sleep. Ghost attacks aren't fun, from what I've heard
She stifled a laugh, rolling onto her stomach, eyes still attempting to close.
|Sent: Kevin, 00:31am
Believe me, I'd know. Dealt with them since I was 3, maybe 4
She collapsed then, falling into her pillow, snoring softly.
-timeskip
Dean had woken her up early that morning, bringing toasted sandwiches, eager to get back on the road, rushing everybody back to the Impala.
"We've got to get there soon, we've got a case in New Mexico and we're due immediately after we drop you off." He told Megan, who was dozing in the back seat as they left Illinois, and entered the top end of Missouri.
"So, Yale?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
Megan shrugged. "I…wanted to do something new. Away from hunting…"
"I get it kiddo." Sam nodded, "But why Yale?"
"…Well, you got Stanford, I wanted to go above and beyond." She shrugged. "I just went for the Ivy League and hoped to hell I got it."
"Why are you so competitive?" Sam asked, laughing quietly.
"I'm not competitive! You just…set the bar, in my dad's eyes." She replied. "If you could get to Stanford, I could get to the Ivy league, since I learned to read at three, thanks to you."
Sam shrugged. "Never knew there was a bar to raise."
She shrugged. "Well, Dean, how far is it now, since you're desperate to get rid of me?" she asked, leaning back in her seat, stretching a little to reveal a sliver of her pale abdomen from under her croptop.
"100 miles, if that." He replied gruffly. "…Put that away." He muttered, glancing at her through the rear view mirror again.
