Chapter 10
Sam and Dean walk into the motel room and I look up at them. Dean's face looked like he got hit by a wall. "Did I miss anything?" I asked as I look at Dean's face. Dean walks over and sits on the bed I'm on. "How's the arm?" Dean asks as he looks down at it.
"Okay, it's not hurting as much as before." I told Dean as I pull up my sleeve at the nice bandage Sam had done. "I'll live." Dean turns and looks at Sam and then back at me and smiles. "I think you had enough excitement for one day."
"You can say that again." I reply. Dean is about to repeat it, but I grab the pillow and hit him in the face with it. "I was just kidding!" I yelled at Dean. Dean grabs the pillow after it hits him. "Ow!" I put my hand up and then reach out and touch his face. "Sorry."
Dean winces in pain and grabs my hand gently and holds it for a few seconds and then takes it off his face. I let my hand drop back in my lap. "It's okay." he answers and see I look at Sam and he has a huge grin on his face. "Shut up Sam." I tell him and he laughs loudly. "I didn't say anything." He throws his hands up? "Yeah, but you were going to." I reply back. Sam stops laughing.
"I think I'll go get us some food." Sam tells us. Dean gets up and takes the keys from his pocket. He must have gotten them back from Gordon or something. He throws them to Sam. "Get me some pie if you can." Dean tells him as he sits back down next to me. Sam leaves. "Morgan we need to talk, there's some thing you're not telling us." I open my mouth and then close it. "It's complicated and you wouldn't understand."
Dean raises an eyebrow. "What's complicated?" I sit up and lean in so I'm only a couple of inches from his face and I look up in his eyes."I guess I can tell you something" "What?" Dean asks. I clear my throat and still only a couple of inches from his face and still looking him in the eye.
"I already know all about you and your family after you hit me even though I asked who you two were." "Is that it?" "No." I tell him. I'm really not sure what to tell him. I can't tell him what is going to happen to them in the future, because I'm not sure if it will happen or not. On the show it happens, but this isn't a show, it's their lives and to them and everyone else here, they're real.
Dean gets a confused look on his face. I think for a minute. "You ever heard of alternate realities or alternate worlds?" Dean blinks. "No." I sigh. "Let's say there are alternate worlds and alternate realities." I stop for a minute to think.
"Let's say that this world is just one of the alternate worlds out there and in another world this world you live in actually doesn't exist, you and everyone you know don't exist and in an alternate world you and everyone in this world are someone else." Dean laughs at the idea. "You really believe that?"
"Don't you?" I ask him. Dean clears his throat. "I don't know." Okay it's now or never. I grab his jacket and pull him down so that his face is only a couple inches from mine and I look into his eyes and pull him to a gentle kiss.
I expected him to resist, but he didn't, he responded to the kiss and I parted my lips and felt his tongue slide in and out of my mouth. I felt his large hands as they cup the sides of my face. He deepens the kiss and I break it and let go of his jacket. He let's go of my face and I open my eyes.
Dean looks down and me and doesn't say anything. "Sorry, I just wanted to know what it was like kissing you." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I was about to say something when I hear the door handle and sit back against the headboard.
Sam walks in. "You're in luck Dean, I got you some pie. "Thanks. Dean gets up and walks to the coffee table when Sam sets the bags down. I get up and walk over to grab a soda and a burger and some fries and a couple packets of ketchup. "Thanks." I sit on the couch and eat my food. I had spread out the wrapper and put my fries on it and some Ketchup. Dean and Sam both look at me. "What I don't see any plates."
Dean grabs a beer for them and turns on the TV. I watch some lame show as I eat my food. I catch Dean glancing at me once in awhile. "He's probably thinking how disgusting I am and that kiss and that he should have rinsed his mouth out with something strong before he drank his beer or ate his food. " I thought to myself.
I ate my food very slowly. When I was done I took my trash and stuffed it into one of the bags that the food came in. I drank the rest of the soda up and stuck in the bag. I grabbed my stuff and went into the bathroom. I carefully changed my clothes and noticed my wrists. They were red and kind of raw from the ropes. When I look down at my bandaged arm, it just reminds me of Gordon slicing into it.
"Sam what do you think of alternate worlds and realities?" Sam sets down his beer. "Why?" "I was just wondering." Sam takes a drink. "Well some people think that they both exist." Dean drinks the rest of his beer and sets it down. "Do you believe that they exist?" Sam clears his throat. "I don't know." "Why?" Sam asks.
Dean replies "Never mind." Dean opens another beer and takes a drink. He finishes off his pie. I come out of the bathroom in a different night shirt; this one had nice long sleeves that covered up my wrists. I wasn't sure if I wanted them to see the rope burns.
Dean ate his pie as he and Sam watched TV. Dean downed another beer. Sam finished his second and then was done.
I took my glasses off and set them on the nightstand and pulled the pillow down so I could lie down. I pulled the bedspread all the way up to my neck and brought my knees up to my chest. I was cold for some reason. I shouldn't be cold, because the weather was nice and then I remembered I didn't have a jacket on when Sam and I were taken from the motel. I closed my eyes and drifted off the sleep, hoping that if sleep came, I wouldn't be cold anymore.